pairing: peter parker x starfire!avenger!reader
summary: many of your superhero memories are riddled with the presence of spider-man, so how come you can't recall a single thing about him? oddly enough, getting all your answers begins with a youtube video titled 'spider-man and starfire being best friends for 10 minutes'
cw: reader's superhero name is starfire, hurt/comfort, takes place in bnd, implied reader didn't have a family but not relevant, i don't think this has any bnd spoilers but read at your own risk!
wc: 5.1k+
You’ve been having a staring contest with a Youtube video on your dashboard for a while now, debating whether to watch it or not, but it seems your body makes a decision before your brain even communicates it to the fingers that press on the remote. The video is titled ‘Spider-Man and Starfire being best friends for 10 minutes’, and upon first seeing it, you had furrowed your eyebrows, strongly doubting the words on your screen. Spider-Man was in every avenger photo and in all your planet saving memories; he’s in more than enough memories of yours to know that he was a prominent figure in your life, but somehow, you can’t recall a single detail about him — so why would he be your best friend? You assume it's been bothering you more than you consciously knew, because why else would you be so focused on the video playing across your television?
These clips have clearly been collected over the years — you can see it in how your suit evolves from segment to segment, and how much bigger Spider-Man’s muscles appear in his own suit. Something about this entire video unsettles you, because you’re witnessing moments of a tight-knit friendship that you can’t seem to remember at all. For example, a video taken from the bottom of a building, pointed up at where the two of you are sat in your suits on top of a residential building, masks lifted up to uncover your mouths as you eat from an open bag of chips settled between you.
At some point, Spider-Man’s lips move, and you nod your head, standing up and gesturing him forward with one hand. Spider-Man shimmies on the roof to face you, then brings a chip out of the bag, swinging it lightly in your direction as if to throw it at you, but at the last second, he throws it off the roof, in the opposite direction. With zero hesitation, you launch yourself off the building, torso facing the sky as you race the chip down the side of the building, trying to catch it in your mouth. When you do, you pause mid-air, throwing both fists up in the air, and Spider-Man stands up in amazement, laughing loudly. You don’t ever recall that happening. As the clip switches to show a short video of Spider-Man swinging across the city, you wrapped tightly around his body, legs crossed together around his torso, something in you twitches. It’s almost as though you remember that happening, but from a third person’s perspective. You don’t remember being swung around the city or flying the masked hero between buildings, as is shown in the very next clip, loud laughter following the two of you.
You can’t help but scrolling down to the comments, eyebrows knitting together as you read through them.
user103786 them showing each other how their powers feel is so precious to me
⤷ spiderfire98 they should have included the video of them on that construction site where she’s trying to use his web shooter
⤷ user9999921 MY FAVOURITE CLIP OF THEM EVER
You close your eyes for a moment, trying to search for that moment in your brain. It’s there somewhere, but you can’t recall all the details, as though someone hit you over the head when it happened. You can remember looking down and seeing the web shooters on your wrists, two red covered arms steadying you, hands holding your forearms and tracing the piece of tech as muffled words were explained to you. But why were you there with Spider-Man? Why didn’t you even know his name if you were so close?
You scroll back up to the video and feel your heart pause in your chest for a moment longer than normal as you’re exposed to a video of you and Spider-Man hugging each other tightly in the middle of a battlefield. You pause the video, rewinding it a couple of times so it bounces back twenty seconds, hoping to return to the beginning of the clip. You can’t really wrap your head around which battle this is from, but you have a limp in your right leg as you try running, and now glance down to find the long scar across your thigh.
The video creates a pit in your stomach, and you can’t believe that someone would record a moment of you in such a vulnerable state, clearly yelling something that the phone doesn’t catch. Instead, the phone pans to where Spider-Man is standing, turning over large pieces of rubble. His head snaps up at the sound of your voice, and he’s quickly hopping out of the mountain of rubble to find you. When he can’t get to you fast enough, he shoots out a web that sprawls on your chest and yanks it hard, sending you leaping across the battlefield.
Spider-Man catches you with open arm that he quickly tightens around you, and you feel your cheeks go wet as you watch yourself hug him back like he’s someone you loved, digging your face into the crook of his neck as your chest heaves with a sob, shaking in his hold. The camera stays on the two of you for a long moment, until Spider-Man pulls away from you and gently lifts your mask halfway up your face to wipe dirt and tears off your cheeks.
Pausing the video, you take a moment to stare into space. It's like you're supposed to remember him. Spider-Man was the first person you ran to after a life-threatening battle and you can’t remember him. There's someone there behind that mask who you must have known, so why isn't he here?
You push yourself off the couch, inhaling deeply when you feel your legs shake. You pick your phone up off the couch, opening tik tok and typing quickly ‘spiderman and startfire’. The three words are riddled with spelling mistakes from the way your hands shake, but instantly, videos are loading onto your screen, big texts spelling titles ‘What happened to Spider-Man and Starfire?’ and ‘Why did the best superhero duo fall apart?’ You can’t believe you’re relying on other people to tell you about your own relationships, but you click on the first video you see anyway because to your knowledge, you were never close enough to have fallen apart in the first place.
The man in the video is a heavily tatted blond man who’s sat at his desk, text in the top corner marking the date he filmed the video as he begins speaking with an accent foreign to you. He doesn’t look like he should be sharing any type of news, but his video has 9.2 million likes, so you watch it anyway. “What happened to Spider-Man and Starfire? This superhero duo has caught all our hearts over the past few years, and many have been speculating that they’ve caught each other’s. But over the last few weeks, sightings of them together have come to a complete halt. It’s no surprise that the avengers have had a tough few years after the blip and losing a loving member of their big family, Tony Stark, but the two youngest avengers have always been together, through thick and thin. Some news outlets are theorising that their falling out has been caused by their latest fight, The Multiverse Rip, in which they fought countless monsters from other universes. But they’ve all been defeated, so what truly happened between these two heroes? Were they romantically involved and this entire falling out is the cause of a nasty break up? We don’t have any answers to that, but if either Spider-Man or Starfire are watching, the world needs its friendly neighbourhood superduo.”
The video was posted three years ago. For three years, everyone in the city has been wondering what happened to you and Spider-Man, when it’s only been a few months that you’ve been wondering why bits of your history are missing. Has he been wondering the same thing about you? About his masked friend with a secret name he doesn’t know? Does he lie in bed at night and think ‘Who is Starfire?’ in the same way you’re asking yourself ‘Who is Spider-man?’
This time when you lift up your phone, all you type is your superhero name in the search bar, waiting for the results that come up. A video you haven’t even clicked on begins playing, and you shut your eyes tightly as you hear the words “Where is Starfire?” You let the video play on, listening to the same voice as before that ponders about your whereabouts. “Whilst Spider-Man has constantly been roaming through the cities of New York to save its citizens from evil, Starfire has gone completely awol. An anonymous resource has provided me with the knowledge that she has been taking a bigger role with the New Avengers, helping them tackle stronger threats to our society while staying out of the spotlight they and Spider-Man are earning. Could this be-”
You click off the app, shutting down your phone.
Maybe it’s time for you to get some questions answered, you think. And maybe it’s time to let people know you’re still alive and well. Or maybe - maybe it’s time to put Spider-Man in his place. So you trudge over to your room and hastily put on the slick suit you’re not used to wearing anymore. The pristine sleek black suit the new avengers have given you hangs in your closet like a sick reminder of what your life has come to and you huff. You’re going to get your answers today one way or another.
With one look out of your bedroom window, you debate with yourself how to go about this. Go out into the world and just hope Spider-Man is out there somewhere, or wait until he swings by? Either way, you’re not jumping out of your window to let the entire world know where you live, and take the boring route up to your roof. You’re standing there for maybe a total of five seconds before someone yells “Look!” and your eyes rolls so far back into your head you’ll be lucky if you can still see after that.
There’s already a phone pointed in your direction, so you decide the harm is already done as you run towards the edge of the building and leap off it. Someone below you screams until they realise who you are, watching as you soar off into the distance.
Come on Spider-Man. What does a girl have to do to find the hero she worked with everyday? What are you even going to say to him? Will you give him a hug, will you punch him in the face? You keep flying higher up into the sky until you can get a view of what feels like the entire city. And of course, you’re not looking for five minutes before a flash of red and blue catches your eye. You follow it.
All the way back down between the buildings where people yell your name and wave their hands for your attention — but your gaze is set elsewhere. You don’t stop moving even as the hero in front of you does, unsure of how to trap the man he’s after, but you’re already moving, eyeing the police car that pulls onto the street as you continue after the criminal, hands enclosing around his biceps when you’re close enough and lifting him off the ground. You do a short lap in the air as the police car comes to a full stop, then immediately land him in the back seat of the car as the policewoman opens its door.
When you turn around to catch Spider-Man’s eye, the goggles of his mask are blown wide, and he’s limply hanging from a web attached to a lamp post as he stares at you.
“We need to talk.” You tell him, and Peter swallows thickly, unable to answer you as he takes in your appearance. Of course, he’s kept tabs on you over the past three years, stopping on the rooftop of the building facing yours so he can catch a glimpse of you cooking an impressive dinner or watching from afar as you made your way to the new avengers’ tower for a mission debrief. But it’s been years since you’ve worn this suit — years since you’ve come out into the daylight as Starfire, and he’s absolutely speechless.
“Starfire.” He breathes out, pulling himself to the top of the lamp post so he can stand closer to where you’re floating above him. “My apartment or yours?” You ask, and Peter instantly grows nervous. This is the first time you’re speaking to the man who used to be your best crime fighting friend, and you’re pulling him for a conversation that can only be had in the safety of one of your homes. “Yours.”
You start moving without another word, leading Peter to the rooftop of the building you just vacated and climbing down the steps to find your apartment. Peter halts outside the flat. It feels wrong to come inside as the superhero Spider-Man instead of your best friend Peter Parker, but when you shoot him a pointed glance as you walk into your home, Peter feels forced to follow, shutting the front door behind him. His breath hitches when you pull your mask over your face, fully exposing yourself to him, and he makes the most of this moment — you looking at him with complete consciousness that he doesn't have to turn away. You stare at him as though testing him at something, and when you shake your head in disappointment, Peter knows he’s failed. The mask gets tossed aside onto your couch as you sit down, patting the emptiness next to you, but Peter is too busy looking around your apartment.
Unlike him, you have the salary to afford a nice place, and Peter can only imagine how much this apartment costs in Manhattan, and how much that couch costs in front of such an expensive television. He sits down, almost sighing at the comfort that welcomes him. He hasn’t experienced anything like this in maybe years, but he doesn’t get to enjoy anything yet, because you immediately ask “Have you ever taken your mask off in front of an avenger?”
Peter’s mouth parts awkwardly, because he truly has no response to offer you. “Because, I’d expect if you did, it would’ve been to me, right?”
“What do you mean?” You squint your eyes at him, standing up and grabbing your remote. Peter watches as you turn on the screen, and it immediately opens on the last frame that had been on the television before you’d turned it off. Peter gasps loudly, reading the title of the video.
He’s seen it before - of course he has. Peter has watched every single video with a title even remotely similar to this. Spider-Man and Starfire being best friends for 10 minutes. Everyone’s favourite superhero duo. Spider-Man and Starfire being the silliest avengers. Spider-man and Starfire forgetting they’re avengers to flirt for 6 minutes straight. He’s seen them all. Mostly, he’s seen them in the dark of his room when he’s feeling particularly lonesome and filled with self-loathing, or when he misses the feeling of your arms tightly wrapped around his waist as you snuggled into him on calm nights. Now, it’s like he’s being punished for everything he’s done — for keeping this secret of his identity from you after he promised that he’d instantly reveal himself to you after the spell was cast.
Peter moves his attention from the screen to your face, frowning underneath the mask at the sight of you so gutted over the video. Your eyes are glued to the screen, and Peter looks back just in time to see the clip of you running into his arms after battle. It sends a pang in his chest, because he knows that after every single mission no matter what, being reunited with you guaranteed a bone crushing hug. But you don't know that.
“Does this mean anything to you?” You whisper, looking towards him. Peter sighs, bringing his hands up to hold his head as he thinks of how to proceed with the conversation. Is this an appropriate time to tell you the truth? Would you believe him? Would you be mad at him? “Because everything leads to the fact that we know each other and yet I’ve never seen your face in my life.”
“That’s not true.” Peter hesitates for a long moment before bringing his hands to the back of his mask and pulling it over it head. His hair flops into his face with the movement, and when he lifts his face up to look at you, he can see your eyes desperately scanning his features, as if looking for any recognition within them. “You’ve seen my face before. A lot.” Peter can’t help but breathe out a sad laugh as he shakes his head, taking in the confusion pooling in your eyes. “For hours and hours everyday, you saw my face.” It doesn’t help Peter that you're already tearing up, that you know something is missing from your life, and he feels his own eyes water as you shuffle closer to him on the couch, shakily asking him “Then why can’t I remember it?”
Peter reaches into the only pocket in his suit for the paper he’s kept on him for the past three years. He unfolds it, then stares at the letter that begins with ‘Hi, my name is Peter Parker’. He blinks quickly as he opens his mouth, preparing to read it for you, but he can’t get a single word out before a lump is forming in his throat. So instead, he holds it out for you to take. And you do.
“Peter Parker.” You say, testing the way his name feels on your lips. Peter inhales sharply at the sound of you saying his name for the first time in so long, and you look up at him with a sad expression as you read past the first paragraph. This gaping hole inside you hasn’t just been there because you’re missing memories of your best friend, it’s there because you’re missing memories of years from your life. Hours from your day — every day — just wiped from your memory.
You fold the paper back up when you’ve finished reading his letter, and you just stare at your lap, only looking up when Peter calls your name. “We weren’t just best friends.” You whisper, and Peter shakes his head, squeezing his hands into fists to target his energy somewhere. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I tried,” Peter gasps, shrugging his shoulders “I tried and every time it got too hard.”
The boy watches as your hands come up to wipe your face, taking in all the new information. You don’t know how to process this all. You have so many questions, and yet what will it change if Peter answers them if you don’t remember anything?
“Can you tell me about us?”
Peter nods, sniffling as he nods. He comes closer to you on the couch, and you bring your legs up as though curling up for a bed time story. “We went to high school together, but we weren’t really friends until we joined the avengers. I was Tony’s trainee, and I guess because he and Steve were always competing, they brought us into it to. They each wanted to make the better avenger, and we both found it so ridiculous, so we started going out at night to protect the city and show them we could become better avengers together. It was better training for us than whatever they had going on.” Peter pauses, letting out a shaky sigh as he thinks back to the years.
You place a hand on his thigh, and he goes still, looking up to meet your gaze. Peter furrows his eyebrows as he tries smiling, unable to act normally about the entire situation. “We got close at school?” You ask, and Peter nods.
“We sat together in every glass, spent every minute of break together, we’d go straight to the tower after to train and learn weird avenger skills.” You nod at that, laughing softly at his wording. “Then you’d come to mine and aunt may’s until it was time for us to do our rounds of the city. We’d watch movies or build legos after, and I had a bunk bed so you slept over a lot. It didn’t take us long to fall in love.” Peter’s last sentence has your breath hitching in your throat. “And we were so obvious about it and all the avengers knew.” Peter pauses to laugh about it, tears decorating his cheeks, and he’s both thrilled and gutted to find you smiling with him.
“Tony and Steve didn’t let us go on any missions together. We were always mad at them for it, but they had a point. And then people outside the avengers started catching on, so we made sure to let it all out in our normal lives so we could be subtle when we wore the mask.”
“Did it work?” You ask, wiping your nose softly. Peter shakes his head with a smile. “It got bad pretty quickly actually. We had meeting after meeting with Tony and Steve, but you kept saying it was okay because Natasha, Bruce and Clint thought it was funny. We got caught, you know?”
Your eyes widen in panic and you instantly question “Got caught how?”
“By some kid. We were- we were kissing behind a building in our suits and when we pulled away there was this kid holding up a phone and recording us. There was a lot of negotiating done in order not to get that video posted on the internet.”
“Oh my god!” You bring your hands up to lay flat on your cheeks as you laugh in surprise, unable to believe that the boy in front of you is telling you stories about your very own life. Peter smiles softly, but it disappears when the light in your eyes dim softly, and you mutter “It sounds like we were fun.”
“Yeah,” Peter breathes out a sad laugh “We were fun.”
He runs a hand through his hair, leaning on his side which rests against the couch’s back. He doesn’t want this conversation to end. Sure, you don’t remember him but you’re here. You’re here and you know his name and you may be crying but you’re also smiling and asking about life with him.
“We had our first kiss when I taught you how to use my web shooters.” Your eyes light up and you softly mention “I remember.” You frown, shaking you head as your voice goes quiet and you clarify “Well, I don’t remember remember, but I know you taught me to shoot your webs.”
Peter’s face softens, and his eyebrows raise slightly in what appears to be an attempt at teasing you when he asks “Do you remember how?” You scoff, bringing your shoulders up as your superhero arrogance takes over. “Of course I do.”
The words leave your mouth before you can even think about regretting them, so when Peter stands and begins taking off his web shooters, you feel your eyes go wide with slight panic. You chew on your bottom lip, letting Peter take your forearm to fasten the web shooter onto your suit as he says “These haven’t been working great for me lately, so if you figure them out, you can keep them.” He settles himself behind you, nervously swallowing, though there’s a smile on his face nonetheless as he grabs your forearms, turning you to point your entire body towards the window. He looks over your shoulder to watch as he grazes the web shooter, mumbling “Just extend your arm, point, and press down here. Quickly though.”
You nod, though the feeling of Peter’s breath against the side of your face renders you jittery. You extend both your arms, pointing straight at the large pane of your window before quickly pressing down on the web shooters. The force sends you stumbling back into Peter's arms a little bit, but you look up and -
Thwip!
You freeze as the familiar sound brings you somewhere entirely different. Somewhere years ago, when you had jumped away from Peter’s hold and jumped high in the air, yelling “I did it! I’m Spider-Man!”
Peter had laughed loudly, shushing you as people looked your way despite having to be quiet in the closed down construction site that you’d broken into. He grabbed you by the biceps, pulling you away from any potential onlookers, and pressed you against a dark, cold metallic structure that hid you in a small nook. “I did it.” You whispered again, taking your mask off your face to show Peter how widely you were smiling. Peter nodded, mimicking your movements and struggling out of his mask as a laugh bubbled in his chest. “I mean, Spider-Woman does kind of have a nicer ring to it that Spider-Man, doesn’t it?”
“Shut up.” Peter mumbled, and you grinned, tilting your head to the side and fully leaning on the wall behind you as you countered “Think you can learn to convert ultraviolet radiation into energy for battle?” Peter’s eyes squinted, and he jutted his chin out, nodding sarcastically “Well yeah.”
The two of you stared at each other for a long moment before going into a fit of quiet laughter.
“Hey, Peter?”
The boy looked up at you with a short hum, eyes going wide when you brought a hand up to the back of his neck, tugging his face closer to yours. The smile had slipped off Peter’s face at the recognition of what you were about to do, and he leaned in, nudging the side of your nose with his, eyes fluttering just in time for your lips to connect in a sweet kiss.
A call of your name snaps you out of your daze, and you find yourself in your living room with your arms still extended and two identical spiderwebs on your window. You blink twice in quick succession, turning around to look at Peter, whose face is laced with concern.
His expression now is identical to the one that had been on his face when you’d pulled away from a heated kiss with him only to find a kid with a skateboard standing by your side, his phone pointed in both your faces. “Woah, kid!” Peter had called out, putting on his Spider-Man voice and tugging his mask down his face from where it was bunched up at his forehead. You cursed lightly, covering your face too as Peter ran over to the younger kid, tilting his head to the side and pleading with him to delete the video. The kid had squinted his eyes at your boyfriend, bragging “Not my fault you guys were kissing.”
Peter dropped to his knees, bringing his hands together and begging “Please dude, we’re gonna get into so much trouble from our boss if they find out this happened.”
“He’ll sign your skateboard and take a photo with you if you delete the video.” You instantly suggested, trotting up to the pair. Peter had nodded eagerly, putting his hands out in a weird shrug, and the kid stared for a moment before nodding with a sense of finality. “You got a pen?” The kid asked, and you laughed loudly as Peter actually nodded, pulling a sharpie out from his single pocket. The kid turned his skateboard over, waiting for Peter to sign it before he handed you his phone, tilting his chin up to pose with your boyfriend.
You giggled as you took a couple of photos, holding a finger up as you went through the kid’s camera roll to delete the video he had taken of you and Peter.
“Hold on!” Peter had called out, pulling his own phone out. “Send me the video first.” He mumbled, and you laughed, airdropping Peter the video before deleting it off the kid’s recently deleted too. “Thanks, kid!” Peter called, laughing nervously.
“Are you okay?” Peter asks, and your entire face softens as you fondly mutter “You made me send you the video of us kissing before deleting it from that kid’s phone.”
Peter drops his arms by his side, face showing no emotion. “You remember?” He asks in what you can barely consider to be a whisper. “And Tony found the video on your phone anyway and pulled you in for a really awkward conversation.”
Tears are instantly flooding Peter’s eyes, but he shakes his head, muttering “Almost all of my conversations with Tony were really awkward.”
“You should’ve come find me.” You mutter, bringing your hands up to brush against Peter’s biceps. His hands instantly come to your waist, and he pulls your body flat against his as he nods, skin pulling as he frowns and gasps “I know. I’m sorry.”
Leaning your forehead against Peter’s you shake your head determinedly. “Don’t be sorry, I love you.”
“I love you too.” Peter sniffles, though he doesn’t pull his face away from yours to wipe away at his tears. Instead, he tilts his head slightly, nose resting against the side of yours like he had done all those years ago before connecting your lips together. He instantly wants to tell you everything about the last few years you’ve missed, though there isn’t really much to tell, but most importantly, he wants to know all the details about your life — about the stupid superhero admin you always had to complete after missions or the early morning training sessions you couldn’t get out of.
But for now, Peter enjoys the sensation of you wrapped in his arms and your lips against his. And when the two of you are out together the night after, clad in your superhero suits, Peter can’t help but keep his eyes on you when teenage girls across the street wave excitedly at you, asking for your picture. He hops softly onto the cement below him, grinning when you trot over to them in your heeled boots that you always used to get scolded for by your mentor. “I barely ever even walk! I’ll be fine!” You had sassily told Steve, who still didn’t get the grasp of fathering a sassy teenager.
Now though, you pose as an example for these girls, smiling as you lean in to take a photo with them despite your mouth being covered. Then, you rejoin Peter, who wraps a secure arm around your waist, tugging your body close to his. He’s ready for whatever headline the Daily Bugle will sport tomorrow, especially when he hears how loudly it makes your heart thump in your chest, your pulse quickening in slight humiliation as you read the words:
Starfire returns from the shackles of the New Avengers, and it seems Spider-Man’s love for her has never left!
I love how in Daredevil, Frank Castle is like this intimidating guy who's a well matched threat to the hero but in Spiderman he's still the same character but Peter just... does not treat him with the same amount of gravity. He webs Frank's mouth shut for swearing and tells him to go home after breaking his van. He argues with the man who's whole deal is he has a lot of weapons and WILL use them like two New Yorkers who got into a fender bender. Peter Parker and Frank Castle see each other coming and they both go "This fucking guy again." I love it.
pairing: benjamin 'dex' poindexter x f!reader x adrian chase
warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, cuckolding, allusions to dp, allusions to anal, whiny!adrian, i have never written for dex lol, it's been a long time since i wrote for adrian too, author is also off adhd meds and is finding it difficult to write . . .
a/n: hallo, to be so completely honest i've been off my adhd meds for like two months, not on my own volition, im with some new doctors and unforch they havent been the best with my prescriptions, and it's been super hard to get the want to write. this is only short, i just really adore this pair together and wanted to try something out, even if its ass.
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Time was a construct created merely for scheduals and meetings, it passes on and on so unfathomably quick, especially while sweat, spit and stickiness transfers between skin, between hot kisses and thrusts so deep your brain can no longer process information — only allowing the aching feel of your muscles being stretched, skin clawed and bitten, to pass through the synapses — only to be transported back into the moment when a soft whine sounds.
"Wh-wait, it's my turn," Adrian grumbled just from behind Dex, "it was my turn like five minutes ago!"
The man above you tutted a strong suck of his teeth, hanging his head against your perspiring collar with a sigh.
It makes you giggle how comical the scene really is. Naked as the day you were born, Dex as well, caging you with his body, his forearms on either side of your head, against the pillow, panting through kiss bitten and slick lips, hips slowing from their languid pushes into minute ruts, trying to keep a rhythm going, unable to obey the rules. The laughs have you squeezing around his cock, faltering his hips with a grunt.
"Quit it," the blond chastises in a whisper against your ear. Turning his head into the junction of your neck, he ups his volume through puffs, "jus'… five more minutes."
You can practically hear the furrow in Adrian's brow, the dramatic frown as he shuffles down his spot, unable to choose between sulking in the chair and sitting upright eagerly.
"Please!" He begs, the need tight in his chest making his voice snappier and higher, "I'm hurting! It hurts so much! You promised!"
His pleads hits you square in the heart, Adrian's usual tactics working full force once again. Moving yourself up by your elbows , one hand on the slick skin of Dex's shoulder, you take a glance at the poor boy behind him.
Frame broad and clammy, upright and slanted in a way that has him leaning towards the action. Hands clasped tight against the chair cushion between his legs, you can just make out the strain of his cock beneath his white briefs. God, and his face. His fluffy curls stick against his forehead, eyes pleading, brows taut, mouth scowled, despite the mellifluous sounds, like he'd been perminantly wronged.
To Dex's dismay, you coo.
"Oh, Ade," it comes out automatically, an instincive need to comfort and Dex's eyes immediately find the ceiling with a petulant huff. You move up a little more, holding yourself up by the palms of your hands, making the two of you groan with the new position.
"Angel—"
"Dex, c'mon," you cut him off, shuffling just a little more to card a hand through his hair. Through the strands at the back of his head, you create a fist, tugging just enough to ellicit a chesty sound. "He's been good, waiting so long…"
Opening his eyes slightly in retaliation, giving you a hard stare, you sigh.
"How about he gets behind me? You can stay right where you are, while Adrian," picking up your voice, you glance back at the aforementioned man, posture picking up with his name, "also gets to take me. And the two of you can learn to share."
Sighing again, Dex's hand finds the small of your back, caressing up and down before helping you up on his lap fully.
You beam, giggling again, causing him to groan at the pulsations.
"Thank you, Dex," you whisper, bumping your nose against his cheek affectionately, "and sorry."
"Don't mention it," he replies, mimicing the cadence of your voice before turning his head at Adrian. "C'mon, get behind her. I don't got all day."
i love dom!peter as much as the next girl but bro definitely subs more than he doms i fear. he’s also a moaner, whimperer, and whiner. i don’t make the rules. and it doesn’t take much to get him there either.
like the time you were on top of him on the couch. just a cute makeout sesh, not even grinding on him but you might as well think you’re riding him sloppy with all the moans and whimpers spilling from his lips. he’s squeezing your hips so hard but he isn’t moving you at all. it’s killing him not to but if you’re not moving he won’t do it himself. he’s gentlemanly like that. he isn’t above begging though, “baby please move for me. just a little.” he jerks his hips up a little with a whine. you hum and kiss him a little harder which of course makes him whine a little louder. “mmm baby please!” he’s getting a little frustrated at your teasing now but you’re giggling away. “okay okay pete relax. big baby.” you’re kissing and nibbling on his neck as you give an experimental roll of your hips. his head falls back to give you more access as he moans and rolls his hips up to match yours. you keep it slow and soft despite the jerky motions peter’s giving you. it doesn’t really matter to him. you could be completely still and he’d hump you all the same. all he needed was your permission and now he has it.
he grips your hips and starts to roll them to match his pace. you gasp at the change of pace and force, “peter!” you hands land on his shoulders for support as he fucks you over your clothes. “sorry baby i’m sorry but i need it. i need it so bad.” he’s talking so fast and moaning through it so much that you barely catch his words. then again, you’re not listening too hard as you feel your stomach tighten and your body get tingly. toes curling as you arch your back, “oh shit, it’s okay pete just don’t stop. fuck don’t stop.” he somehow gets an even tighter grip as he moves you even faster now. his impending release clearly making him desperate. his head comes back up to kiss you but he’s moaning so much and it’s really just his tongue licking around your mouth as he moans into it. you do your best to kiss him back but he’s moving and moaning too much for it to be anything but sloppy. you break away to throw your head back as you cum and peter just stuffs his face in you neck as follows right after you. he’s huffing in your neck as he struggles to catch your breath, but he kisses all over your neck and chest.
he’s mumbling apologies with his kisses, “sorry baby. i’m sorry i didn’t mean to get carried away.” you look down at him, seeing his big brown eyes looking up at you.
People might hate me for saying this but im so glad that throughout the span of having Tom as Spider-Man we get to see him having a crush on two black girls and date one of them. As a black girl myself, it makes me feel wanted and happy.
i love that the only two differences between the adrians is that one’s glasses are gold and ones are silver and one loves peacemaker and the other one hates him. god, i love my wife
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