He turns the corner sharply and ends up with his face buried in a firm chest. A frankly embarrassing noise comes out of him and there’s an amused huff of a laugh from somewhere above him. Peter looks into a face mostly obscured by a dark gray scarf, sunglasses and a baseball cap, all framed by a hooded sweatshirt.
What little skin Peter can see is blotchy and an angry red in places and his eyes widen in realization as his thinks of Wade’s bright smile at him two mornings ago while they ate breakfast together. Panic flares in his chest but there is no way he could recognized like this with messy hair, dark circles under his eyes and wrapped in a thermal and oversized flannel. He realizes he’s stared for far too long and runs his hand through his hair while offering a lopsided smile.
“Sorry about that; wasn’t paying the closest attention to where I was going."
The taller man clears his throat and even thought Peter can’t see his eyes he feels that gaze sweep over all of him. “You say that like it’s a bad thing. I don’t often run face first into people are gorgeous as yourself.”
Peter’s heart kicks into overdrive; he’d know that voice anywhere. He blushes at the compliment, more affected than he would normally be because it’s one thing if Wade compliments his skills and agility or even how he looks in the suit---focusing on his ass per usual. He’s just plain Peter Parker now and those compliments are very few and far in between.
“That blush is doing things to me, sweet thing."
Peter scoffs, and reaching past Wade to grab the packet of cookies he truly does not need. “Peanut butter trumps Oreo filling any day,”
His teasing is met with silence and he feels a sense of deja vu at the faux argument, mind flashing back to a few days ago when he and Wade fought over the best cookies. He turns his head slowly and finds Wade staring at him pensively, a crooked smile flashing behind his thick scarf.
“I recall having a similar debate with a friend earlier this week. I have yet to prove him wrong.” Wade steps closer and Peter tilts his head to meet his gaze.
“It’s not like you make an effort to hide your real voice. You could’ve been creative and pulled a Bruce Wayne or built a voice-modifier into your suit, baby boy.”
Peter’s face heats up and he snatches the Nutter Butters out of Wade’s hand and dumps them into his overly-full basket. “I have the mask up more often than not, Wade. That plan wouldn’t even work, plus do you really want me to strain my vocal cords?”
That gets a deep laugh from Wade and he easily catches up to Peter before he rounds another corner. “I’d rather strain you in other ways.”
Peter glances at Wade out of the corner of his eye, trying to keep his blush at bay. He feels anxious even though revealing his identity would’ve happened sooner or later, he just wanted it under his own terms and not in the middle of a corner shop where he’s not exactly at his best.
‘Why should I even care about what he think anyway?’ he asks himself, but already knows the answer. His feels have steadily been growing, and now he’s finally bare and exposed in front of Wade who has idolized him for years as Spiderman. He’s let more and more of himself shine through the longer they’ve been friends but it took months for Peter to realize Wade is his best friend. Spiderman is a hero and someone, despite much criticism, many people look up to. Peter Parker is just a slightly socially awkward man, a genius but also
“Earth to Spidey. Come in, come in!”
Peter shakes his head and shoves Wade hard, putting a small touch of super-strength into it. “Just because you found out my identity doesn’t mean everyone else needs to!” He whips his head around, and sees a woman at the opposite end of the aisle with headphones on, bopping along with her music and singing to herself.
Wade whistles and pushes himself away from the cans of soup he nearly collided with. “Reeeeeeal subtle, you are not.”
Peter startles a bit when a large hand presses against the small of his back, and he turns; pressing himself into Wade’s chest as he looks up at him.
“Relax, Webs. It’s just me. I know you’re probably pissed you didn’t get to reveal yourself under your own terms, but you know you’re safe with me.” Peter watches Wade pull his sunglasses down and Peter’s own eyes widen as they meet Wade’s for the first time. They meet his steadily and his heart picks up.
“At least I hope you know.”
Wade’s eyes are so expressive and the softest brown. His hairless brows are knit together in worry and a touch of nerves, and his lips are turned down at the edges. Peter’s gaze sweeps over him slowly and lingers on those lips before looking back into his eyes that are darker and more focused on him now.
Peter blinks and turns more so he’s fully facing Wade. The sounds of people passing them in the street fade into the background when he shifts closer until they're nearly chest-to-chest.
“I know I can trust you, Wade.”
They get onto the Subway together and move through throngs of passengers until the come to an available spot. There’s nowhere to sit but there’s a rail above their heads and Peter reaches up as Wade stands behind him. The car jerks abruptly; he lets himself stick to the floor and rail and naturally sways a bit backwards. A gloved hand rests on his hip and Peter’s lips part with a sound too soft or anyone to hear but stays in place.
They’ve been more free with touches since Peter’s drug-induced admission but he feels so exposed now out of the suits. He glances over his shoulder and feels the weight of Wade’s gaze even behind the sunglasses. The hand squeezes lightly before letting go and Peter feels lost somehow.
“Our stop is next, Pete.”
“Y-yeah. It is.”
Peter curses himself again for not deciding to bring along his backpack to just throw his groceries in and web his way back home. His phone buzzes with a text.
Wade: That blush does things to me, Petey.
Omg who even says things like that??
Wade:Bet ur blushing right now. 😘
His phone accidentally slips out of his hands and Peter groans as it smacks him in the forehead before rolling over and burying his burning cheeks into his pillow.
Oasis - shards_of_divinity - 山河令 | Word of Honor (TV 2021) [Archive of Our Own]
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Summary: Their mouths cling--the slick sounds of their kisses loud and echoing against the stones around them--and Zhou Zishu feels so hot that he might melt into the water. A moment later, he's lifted out and settled on the edge of the springs, and Zhou Zishu takes in huge lung-fulls of cool, night air only to have it whoosh out of him again when Wen Kexing invades his space to bite at the newly exposed skin.
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Their mouths cling--the slick sounds of their kisses loud and echoing against the stones around them--and Zhou Zishu feels so hot that he might melt into the water. A moment later, he's lifted out and settled on the edge of the springs, and Zhou Zishu takes in huge lung-fulls of cool, night air only to have it whoosh out of him again when Wen Kexing invades his space to bite at the newly exposed skin.
(I wrote a thing! For more great fics check out my works and those at the TYK | Word of Honor Kinkmeme.)
First Night - shards_of_divinity - 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
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Summary: "How would you prefer to do this?"
"Surely it doesn’t matter?" Lan Wangji replies, and his partner rests their forehead against his shoulder with a drawn out sigh.
"It does matter. It’s the first time and you should have a choice!"
Lan Wangji thinks back to the dual cultivation texts still sitting on his desk in the Jingshi and how their contents don't fully encompass what he'd like to do and have done to him.
Or, in which Lan Wangji has his 'First Night' ceremony and falls fast and hard for his partner, Wei Wuxian.
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Organization for Transformative Works
Summary: "A'Xu...Haven't you traded massages with a martial sibling after long hours of training or travel?"
Before he can stop himself Zhou Zishu takes his discarded sash and holds it up. “Blindfold yourself and you can do what you want to do.”
He watches Wen Kexing’s throat bob before he quickly rallies himself, flicking his fan out and cocking his head with a slow smile.
“So we’ve switched to this type of play? A’Xu, you continue to surprise me and I only want to know more. The last thing I want to do is over-tax you in your condition--”
Or, in which Wen Kexing takes care of Zhou Zishu after their impromptu swim.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Summary:
Their mouths cling--the slick sounds of their kisses loud and echoing against the stones around them--and Zhou Zishu feels so hot that he might melt into the water. A moment later, he's lifted out and settled on the edge of the springs, and Zhou Zishu takes in huge lung-fulls of cool, night air only to have it whoosh out of him again when Wen Kexing invades his space to bite at the newly exposed skin.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Acclimating by Shards-of-Divinity - Chapter Four
Eddie finds his entire hand intertwined with Venom, and it almost feels like a hand with fingers sinking through his own but better. This also calms you and your mind brightens.
“Tasty brain chemicals for you, and this,”--Eddie waves his Venom-enveloped hand back and forth a bit-- “for me, huh?”
Yes.
Eddie’s phone vibrates and Venom pulls it out of his pocket. He’s missed a text from Dan and then another from Anne asking if he wants to go to the new bar that opened up in the west side of town.
Come on, Eddie. We should be more social.
“Who are you and what have you done with my Symbiote,” Eddie laughs, clicking out a quick reply. “You can be more antisocial than me and that is pretty damn bad, V.”
You just said you wished for more companionship and your friends are offering what you want right now. Don’t be dumb , Eddie.
Eddie laughs, and pushes himself off the bench. “You just want to go because there’s food. I know your tricks by now.”
