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TASTE

Nate Archibald x Male Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: You meet a worried little socialite boy out on the streets of manhattan…

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”And what did you tell him?” you asked engaged in a phone call with a friend, stood on sidewalk outside a Tiffany’s. When all of a sudden someone bumped into you from the side spilling their coffee all over your buttoned up shirt. After the intial shock was over you just said to your friend…

”You know what, I’ll call you back”.

You then turned to meet the person who had just ruined your new shirt. You were met with a handsome boy your age, his hair was slightly messy and he was dressed in running get up. You gave him an annoyed look as he quickly started saying ”I’m so sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going”…

And as he kept apologizing and explaining himself he started patting your chest as if he could just wipe away the coffee stains with his hand as you stood there awkwardly watching him try his best. It was kind of cute. You couldn’t stop the small smile spreading on your face.

He met your eyes as you gazed into each others eyes before you said ”You can stop touching my chest now” in a mildly amused tone. His hand placed right in the middle of your chest swiftly withdrew as he said another quick ”Sorry”.

Something about the way he spoke made it very clear that he did not need more on his plate at the moment so you just asked him ”Are you okay?”. He looked a bit taken aback but answered ”I’m a bit stressed honestly” and he then went on ”Look, I’m really sorry, Is there anyway I can make it up to you?”.

”How about you buy me a coffee and you can tell me what’s on your mind?” you offered. He smiled and said ”Alright, it’s a deal… uhm?” he said and you understood. ”I’m Y/n” you said and held out a hand to him which he took and answered ”I’m Nate”.

The two of you then walked to a café, where he bought you both a coffee and you went out back on the streets of manhattan. He offered you his blue zip up hoodie to cover the coffee stain which you accepted, not wanting to have it on full display.

He then started telling about his worries about his family, his ex-girlfriend, his friends, the university his parents were trying to force him to go to, life in general, and the list just kept on going…

”Well you definetely got a lot going on” you said lightly. ”I get that your stressed, it must be really tough going through all of that at the same time” you said understandingly. Nate smiled at this as if you were the first person to truly understand him.

Your phone chimed and you took it out of your pocket, your mom had sent you a text saying she needed help with some stuff at home. ”Hey, this has been really nice but I need to get home soon”. He nodded understandingly and asked ”Can I walk you anywhere?”

”Actually, It’s just a couple blocks away from here” you told him. ”Lead the way” he said. During the walk to your apartment building he started asking questions about you, where you went to school, your hobbies and interests.

Soon the two of you reached your apartment building. You stopped outside it and took off Nate’s zip up handing it back to him saying ”Thanks for letting me borrow it”.

”It the least I could do, sorry again about the shirt”. ”Don’t worry about it, besides if you hadn’t spilled anything on it we wouldn’t have gotten a chance to talk and like I said it’s been really nice, we should do it again sometime” you told him.

”I’d like that” he said and the two of you exchanged numbers. You said goodbye before you went into your building and up to your family’s apartment.

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The next day…

”Y/n, there’s a package for you” your mom voice came from the living room, you noted her tone sounded slightly confused. You left your bedroom and went to the kitchen where your mom put down a flat square box and asked ”Where’d you get the money to afford Armani?”

”What? I didn’t buy anything from Armani?” you questioned and walked over to the box, seeing Armani written on top of it along with the logo, there was a note attached that you picked up and read.

”Thanks again for last night. I got you this to replace the shirt I ruined. Hope you’ll like it. - Nate”

Your mom read the note over your shoulder and questioned ”That’s the guy you told me about from yesterday?”. ”Yeah” you mumbled. You put down the note and slowly opened the box.

It was a button up shirt that looked almost identical to the one you had. But as you touched it, it immediately felt different, it wasn’t the same, the fabric was softer, more luxorious and as you saw a price tag MUCH MORE EXPENSIVE.

”Oh my god” you whispered looking at the shirt feeling as if it was staring you down and judging your middle class-self. You then almost jumped as your phone started ringing, you saw that it was the friend you had hung up on yesterday. He was probably calling you about that so you answered the phone saying…

”Hey sorry I didn’t call you back but-”

”You’re on gossip girl” he cut in.

”What?” you asked confused.

”On the website, you need to read it” he said as you walked to your computer typing in the website. Immediately being met with a picture of you and Nate walking together, you wearing his zip up. The headline read…

”Nate Archibald swinging for the other team???”

You then read through the article…

”Nate Archibald was seen out in deep conversation with dashing young man”

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”He was then seen walking this ”friend” home, having lended him his own zip up, how romantic”

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”Perhaps this ladies man has become more of a mens man or maybe even both, only time will tell - xoxo gossip girl”

As you finished the article the only words that could leave your gaping mouth were…

”Holy shit”

Your mom then came over and looked at the computer screen and at the picture of you and Nate and stated ”Huh, You actually look kinda cute together”.

Working on something now, It’s not the exact same idea but it has some elements of it. ;)

I started watching gossip girl a couple days ago, Nate gives such a big ”would experiment with his roommate in college” / ”Has a secret boyfriend he loves to shower with gifts” vibe to me, idk

BRAT - You and Tim Drake HATE eachother… but there’s a spark…

Tim Drake x Male Reader

Warnings: Insults, references to violence, Reader’s ex is a spider-mutant, making out…

Summary: Reader is the alternate universe version of Kitten (from Teen Titans) who is male and goes to school with Tim Drake and the two don’t get along at all but there’s something between them…

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• Most people would expect being raised by a supervilliain to be a traumatic experience and it probably was for most people… but not for you.

• Maybe it was because that your father Drury Walker aka ”Killer Moth” wasn’t known to be a very scary or imposing man. In fact to you he’d always tried his best to be decent dad, and was maybe even a bit to doting at times. Buying (or stealing) basically anything you could ever wish for.

• Some would probably even say they find you more evil than your father. All the babying, gifts, lack of non-criminal parental figures had turned you a bit spoiled… some might even say a BRAT…

• One of those people was your classmate, Timothy Drake, the two of you had never gotten along since the day you first met. Always arguing about the smallest things.

• He thought you were a spoiled little daddy’s boy, who might be able to give satan a run for his money.

• Meanwhile you thought he was a stuck up asshole, who should mind his business and couldn’t talk about being spoiled since his trust fund alone could probably fill a whole bank.

• The two of you bumped heads every time you interacted with each other. One time during PE, you were both selected as team captains during dodgeball and the gym became a warzone. Even when class was over the two of you were still trying to peg each other in the face with a ball.

• At one point you got into a physical fights in the hallway and your dads had to be called in. (Which was very awkward for Bruce to have to talk to Killer Moth of all people on how to deal with their sons feud).

• And you weren’t just a menace to Tim but to those around you as well as you got in to arguments pretty often (tho in your defense you didn’t start them, you just finished them).

• But at least you could hate each other at a distance at school, there was nothing forcing you to be in each other vicinty. That was until one of your teachers paired you both up for a group assigntment.

• You both basically begged your teacher to switch partners but she had made up her mind saying that it’d be good for you both to learn to put aside differences.

• As you left the classroom in a huff, Tim ran up behind you and said ”So, what are we gonna do?”. Just the tone of his voice annoyed you.

• ”WE are not gonna do anything, you’ll do your part of the project, I’ll do mine, seperately” you told him. Tim didn’t argue with that. And you both went home to do your parts.

• As you got home you went to your cutely decorated bedroom, that also happened to have a poster of Batman’s sidekick Robin (specifically the 3rd one, who you sorta had a crush on). You layed down on you bed and started doing your part of the project.

• A couple of days later as your project was getting closer to completion, you’d have to review it together to make sure it was cohesive. You were NOT about to let him inside your house. So he folded and said you could complete the project at his place the next day.

• You were picked up by Tim’s butler who then drove you back to Tim’s dad’s mansion. Tim reluctantly showed you inside. ”Come on, let’s just get this over with” Tim said and started leading you towards the stairs.

• But someone spoke up. ”Hey Tim, how was school?” you both turned to see an older guy walking towards you probably somewhere in his twenties. Was this Tim’s older brother, he was so hot, you thought panicking inwards, and started straightening your shirt.

• ”It was fine, nothing special” Tim answered as his brother then looked to you and said politely ”And who is this?”. ”Dick, this is Y/n Walker, Y/n, this is my brother, Richard Grayson” Tim answered swiftly wanting to finish your project as soon as possible.

• ”You’re Y/n Walker?” Tim’s brother questioned studying the pink shirt you were wearing and the general sweet aesthetic you had about you. You were the guy who had once beat up a football player for talking shit about you? ”The one and only” you said with a cocky smile.

• Tim then took you up to his room, it was big, really big. You sat together at his desk and you both brought out what you had worked on so far and discussed some things to tweak and started finishing up the assigntment.

• As you started getting close to finishing the project Tim swirled in his chair, accidentally knocking over your backpack making several of your belongings fall out. You let out an a annoyee ”Ugh” and got down on your knees to pick up your stuff. Tim also got down to help you pick up your stuff.

• It was mixed assortment of objects, school stuff, headphones, a packet of gummy bears and… a switchblade? Tim picked it up and asked…

• ”Why do you have a switchblade?”

• You swiped it out of his hand and said…

• ”Not that it’s any of your business but not everyone lives in a gated mansion, asshole”

• You shoved the switchblade back in your bag and sat back on the chair arms crossed glancing out the manor window but unless Tim was mistaken you looked a bit embarrased, as if Tim’s knowledge of your private life mattered.

• Tim then asked ”Where’d you get it?…”. ”My dad” you answered simply. And Tim thought it was best to not ask you anything else about it.

• Alfred then came up to Tim’s room with some refreshments for the two of you, interrupting the awkward silence.

• As you both sat and ate silently you brought out your phone, one of those modern flip-phones, you checked a text someone sent you and let out another annoyed ”Ugh”. Tim got the feeling he was meant to ask you about it and said ”What?”.

• As you typed you said ”One of my friends saw that my boyfrie-… ex-boyfriend is apparently on a date”. Tim was suprised and found himself asking ”You have a boyfriend?”, not that he was suprised you weren’t straight, more so the idea that anyone could tolerate your company long enough to date you.

• ”I said EX, his name is Fang, he’s a spider-mutant” you explained simply. ”He’s such a piece of shit… I need to find a way to make him jealous” you and Tim both glanced at each other having the exact same idea and then both shuddered in disgust.

• You both the looked offended. ”You’re not the one who should be disgusted at the thought of kissing me, I should be at the thought of kissing you” Tim said accusingly. You glared at him and said ”Oh! You wish you could have chance to kiss me, so I could show you how it’s meant to be done”.

• You glared at each other as another arguement was about to begin…

• But someway… somehow, you had ended up on Tim’s bed casually making out, pressing your lips against each other. Tim was a suprinsingly good kisser and the embrace you had each other in was pretty comfortable (not that you’d ever tell him that).

• Soon both your hands started exploring the other’s body, Tim lifting the leg of your shorts stroking his hand on your thigh. Meanwhile your hand found it’s way under his t-shirt feeling his suprisingly toned body under it.

• Before things went any further your phone chimed making you snap back to reality. ”My dad is here to pick me up” you said letting go off Tim and getting off his bed to get your backpack and leave.

• ”You’re a terrible kisser” Tim said teasingly leaning back against his headboard.

• ”And you need a breath mint” you told him, leaving him without as much as a goodbye.

• As you exited Wayne Manor your dad’s shabby car waiting outside, looking almost comically out of place. As you got in your dad asked you the simple ”How’s your day been?” questions. Until he finally asked ”So, how well do you think it’d go for me to rob that Wayne’s house, eh?”.

• ”You should check yourself in to arkham for even asking” you stated.

• During the car ride home you were deep in thought, why had you made out with Tim Drake out of all people? And more importantly why had you kinda liked it?…

• …EW

You know what… Yeah put everyone on blast

Siren sounds (Part 2: The Final)

Peter Parker x Male Black Cat!Reader

Warnings: Slight angst, eventual Smut, dialouge heavy, happy ending, bottom!Reader, top!Peter, anal sex, oral sex (reader receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, missionary position…

Male Black Cat!Reader: Masterlist

Summary: A couple weeks after you and Peter’s identities were revealed to each other, you and him are once more made to face each other…

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As you went to school the next couple of weeks everything felt awkward. It felt like everyone was staring at you, which usually wasn’t out of the ordinary, considering you’re the most popular guy in school. But now they were looking at the bruise on your face.

When your friends asked you about it you just said you’d gotten into a fight with a guy at a party.

Seeing Peter in class and in the hallways was the worst part. You looked away every time you passed by each other. One person who noticed this was none other than Flash Thompson who approached you once school had ended.

”Hey Y/n” he said leaning against the locker beside yours. You had no patience for him today ”What?” you asked directly. ”What’s going on between you and Parker?” he asked sneakily. ”It’s none of your business, Flash” you told him.

But Flash could tell something was up and then asked quietly ”If things are over between you and him then finally you might be able to make some time for me” he suggested with a smirk. ”No” you answered quickly.

”Why not?” he asked.

”Cause you piss me off” you said getting fed up with him. You slammed your locker shut but Flash continued following you like a stray dog.

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The students weren’t the only ones who noticed your bruise. Some teacher had reported it to the principal, who made you have a meeting with him. Asking if you had any ”problems” at home or with any of your classmates.

You told him the same lie you’d told everyone else. He didn’t question you any further about it but said that ”If” something happened to you there are people who can help. Though you doubted there was anything they could do about your quite specific situation.

Most people usually didn’t get punched in face aftaer a fight with a superhero/their hook-up-buddy after they found out you were the cities most talented cat burgular.

Speaking off you were still unsure what to make of the whole Peter is Spider-Man thing, was Peter, Spider-Man or was Spider-Man, Peter?… Was Peter even his real name?… What should you even call him in your head Spider-Peter, Peter-Man, Parker-Spider…

You gave up.

A couple of weeks later, when your face was fully healed, one of your friends invited you to his end of the year party. Honestly you weren’t really in a mood for partying but you’d blown off your friends for a couple weeks now and maybe a good bender would be just the thing to get you back on track and get Peter out of your head.

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Peter’s pov…

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The week after Peter found out that Y/n was Black Cat felt like hell. Going to school knowing he’d have to face Y/n was a nightmare, especially to have to see the bruise he gave him. Peter still felt guilty about it, even though Y/n did stabbed him in response, but at least Peter healed quicky.

The worst part about it was that a couple other students picked up on his and Y/n’s sudden distance from each other. Coupled with the noticable mark on your face was a really bad look.

No one had approached him about it but he could tell some were looking at him as he walked down the hallway.

A couple of days into the week as he walked down the hallway. Y/n started walking closely next to him. ”What are you doing?” Peter asked suspiously. Y/n have him a annoyed look and said ”You know what assumption people are making of us, I’m just making sure it dosen’t get out of hand, okay?”.

While the two were currently at odds he appreciated that the y/c/h haired boy didn’t leave him hanging. So the two wordlessly made their way to the class they shared.

Y/n was right. Being seen together put as they walked to their shared classes made people stop looking. Though the two still weren’t talking after that.

Ned and MJ questioned their sudden coldness towards each other Peter was unsure if should tell them you were the Black Cat and just settled on that the two them had just had an arguement. Plus if Y/n in any way found out he’d told anyone his indentity he’d might actually murder him.

A couple weeks later while Peter was preparing to go home, Ned came running up to him excitedly. ”Caleb Johnson just invited us to his party next week” Ned told him. Caleb Johnson was one of Y/n’s friends.

”I don’t know, Ned, not really feeling it” Peter said trying to get out of it, knowing Y/n likely also be there but Ned just stared at him in disbelief and said ”Peter, did you not hear me CALEB JOHNSON, his parties are legendary, we need to show up to show him that we’re cool”.

”Ned, you should go, but I’m telling you, I’m not going to the party”

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Next week…

Peter was going to the party.

Not out of free will but Ned wouldn’t stop bugging him about it, saying if they went and Caleb Johnson thought they were cool then everyone else would think so too. As the two of them were dropped off by Ned’s mom, they could already hear the pounding of loud music coming from a brighly lit house.

The two walked closer to the door. ”Do you think we knock?” Ned asked. ”I don’t think anyone would be able to hear it” Peter said realistically. Peter was about to reach for the door handle as the door slammed open and a drunk couple stumbled outside, talking about going to a fast food place.

The two boys entered and saw the crowd of people inside. The two met up with MJ and they all got drinks. Soon both MJ and Ned had disappeared in the crowd of people, leaving a very awkward and lonely Peter to find a way to entertain himself.

He wandered around until he layed he finally stopped in his tracks. He saw Y/n sitting on the couch in the living room with some of his friends, looking just as bored as Peter himself felt. Soon Y/n turned and met his eyes.

The two were frozen in place. Both’s eyes communicating, neither of them really wanted to be there. They were both still upset about the whole thing between them. Y/n broke the eye contact, stood up, disappeared for a moment then he came back into view making his way through the party crowd.

Peter was transfixed as Y/n moved towards him, colored lights flashing around him, reminding him of the party where you first became close.

But Y/n just passed by Peter, but as he did he slid something into his hand. Peter opened his closed hand to find a scrunced up paper, he opened it and there was text written on the paper…

”Meet me where we first met at midnight”

Peter thought back, Y/n had been in the most of the same classes as him for most of high school, but he had no idea what the exact pin-point moment they’d met. Then Peter realized Y/n meant where they’d met as Spider-Man and Black Cat.

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Your pov…

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Midnight…

You stood waiting on top of the jewelry store as you heard the familiar ”twhip”s of Spider-Man’s webshooters coming closer. Spider-Man then landed in front of you. You made eye contact both wearing your masks.

”Why did you want to meet me here?” Peter asked a tension to his voice.

You shrugged and answered truthfully ”Neither of us wanted to be at that party, so I thought… let’s leave and do something we’d rather do instead”.

”What do you mean by ’rather do instead’?” Peter asked, he was in no mood for your antics.

”End this, we can’t go on living like this, we need to settle whatever we have going on now so we can both just move on” you told him seriously. ”And how do we do that?” Peter asked, you gave him a dry smirk. ”Yeah… that’s the part I’ve been trying to figure out while waiting for you… I have no idea” you told him honestly.

You both went quiet waiting for the other to say something. You ended up speaking first…

”I hated you for a while you know, after you stopped me from being able to get the blueprints and files I needed to break my mom out, I hated Spider-Man for it… Ironic that you were also my comfort after that without masks” you told him.

You then added ”And in the end you probably saved me from making things worse for my mom and me from making a mistake that might’ve gotten me arrested”.

”When I found out you were the Black Cat, I felt stupid. Because when I was jealous of you being with other people, we ended up hooking up in our costumes, but then you ended up having been the same person the whole time and I thought all this time you had just been you playing with my emotions” Peter confessed.

You thought back on all the times you and Peter had hooked up, your unofficial ”friends with benefits” status and never making it clear what you were to each other. And your time as the Black Cat where you had him chase you just for the fun of it, pushed him off buildings and made him fall in dumpsters in alleyways…

Maybe you had played with him, without really thinking about it.

”You said you loved me, when we found out about each other” you reminded him.

”Yeah…” Peter said a hint of pain in his voice.

You sighed deeply and said ”I’m sorry, Peter”, making the eyes on Peter’s mask widen in confusion. ”I’ve never been good enough for you, all this time you’ve always been there for me, supporting me, loving me. And all this time all I’ve ever done is cause you pain” you told him tears stinging in your eyes.

”You deserve better, someone who can treat you how you deserve to be treated. Because you’re the most amazing, kindhearted person I know” you said wiping away your tears. You walked closer to Peter who frozen on the spot in a stunned silence.

You lifted his mask to over his mouth and said ”This is for the best, goodbye Peter” and gave him a kiss on the cheek. You had made up your mind you needed to stay away from him, for his sake.

You then turned and ran, shooting of your grappling hook to another building. ”Y/n, wait!” Peter yelled behind you. But you swung away from the building. You heard the sound of his webslingers behind you.

You ran across rooftops but could hear him following you. ”Y/n, please!” Peter voice came from behind you. ”Why won’t you just let me do one good thing for you!” you yelled back tears still falling down your cheeks. And as you leapt the gap between two buildings, Peter tackled you mid-air as his arms wrapped around your waist.

You rolled together in a struggle over the next rooftop and Peter finally managed to pin you down. He ripped off his own mask looking down at you, his brown eyes filled with heavy emotions. He then said ”We always done things your way, on your terms, you run and I chase you cause it’s my duty, this time we’ll do it my way, let’s just talk”

”Peter, I-” you started. But Peter cut you off and said ”Let me speak, please”. You went silent. ”You say you’ve never been good for me but you have, with you I discovered sides of myself I didn’t know I had, you excite me and get me to try new things, with you everyday feels like an adventure Y/n”

”And even though you don’t always see it yourself, you’re exceptional. I could never find someone else in the world like you” Peter said before concluding ”And I’m not letting you run away just because you didn’t say you loved me back, I still want you in my life”.

You were stunned by Peter what Peter said, how highly he thought of you. It was time you told him your truth back.

”But I do love you Peter, you’re the most important person in my life… It’s just-… It’s my kind of love… that’s why I can’t keep-” But before you could give Peter another reason to why you weren’t good enough for him, he cut you off as he pressed his lips to yours.

His warm lips meeting yours was the best feeling in the world and you couldn’t help yourself but kiss him back. You laid on the rooftop trapped in your embrace for several minutes.

Suddenly a cold gust of wind brought you both out of current bliss. ”We should go inside” Peter said and you quickly added a ”Yeah”. Peter took you back to his apartment. May was out of town which would give the two of you some privacy.

You both climbed into Peter’s room through his window. As you climbed in he started rumaging through his closet to get you a change of clothes from your Black Cat suit. He handed you a hoodie with a dumb science pun on it and some sweatpants. He picked something out for himself too.

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(Smut begins here)

You pulled the zipper and started pushing the tight suit down your body. As you got it down to your underwear you looked over at Peter who’s suit was laying pooled on the floor and Peter was only in a set of boxers. He looked back at you as something hit both of you.

You dropped the change of clothes Peter had given you to the floor and the two of pulled each other into a deep passionate kiss, your bodies pressing together, your skin on his and his on yours feeling like the softest silk.

He frantically pushed your suit and underwear futher down until you were stood naked infront of him. All Peter could do was let out a silent ”Wow” he’d seen you naked before but tonight was different as if cupid had pierced his heart with an arrow.

Peter got down on his knees in front of you, wanting to do nothing more but to pleasure you. He took your hard big cock in his hand rubbing it softly. Peter then took the tip into his mouth playing with it with his tongue. You gasped at the amazing feeling.

Peter accepted more of your length into his mouth. ”Fuck Peter” you swore, the warm wet feeling of Peter’s mouth around your cock feeling amazing. Peter put his hands on the globes of your ass squeezing them as he sucked your cock.

Peter then took a web shooter off his suit, attaching it to his hand and used it to web a bottle of lube and pull it to himself. He spread lube on his fingers, He pulled you ass cheeks apart and started playing with your hole.

Peter fingering you open and sucking you off felt amazing, you could cum on the spot but you needed to wait. You put a hand under Peter’s chin tilting his head up towards you. ”Don’t make me cum just yet” Peter you told him.

Peter took your dick out of his mouth and stood up and guided you towards his bed, letting you lay down on your back. Peter climbed on top of you between your legs, putting his fingers back in your tight hole. Peter finger fucking you as you made out until you told him ”I’m ready”.

Peter lubed his cock and lined himself up with your hole. He carefully inserted himself and you felt as if electricity shot through your body, Peter’s fat cock filling you up was the most amazing feeling in the world. ”Peter, you feel so good” you groaned.

Peter moaned as he sheathed his cock in the warmth and comfortable tightness of your hole. Soon Peter started moving slowly in and out of you. You gasped as Peter’s sizeable cock pistoned into your heat.

”God, you’re perfect” Peter said, your ass clenching perfectly around his cock, massaging it with every time he rolled his hips to push into you. Peter fucked deeply into you making you see stars and making you blurt out ”Fuck- I love you Peter”.

Peter paused the rolling of his hips and gazed into your eyes with a smile spreading on his face. ”I love you too” he said and started kissing your neck as he continued fucking you. You grasped on to the sheets of Peter’s bed, feeling only ecstasy from Peter’s cock inside you.

The pace of Peter’s thrusts increased, getting more powerful and reaching deeper in to you. Peter’s cock hitting against your prostate making you a loud moaning mess beneath him. Yelling out from being overcome with pleasure.

The bed beneath you started rocking back and forward as Peter passionately plowed himself into your now streched out gaping hole. ”That feeling good?” Peter asked you through his heavy panting as rolled his hips at a quick pace.

In response you only moaned loudly, holding onto and squeezing Peter’s pecs, which he took as a sign that he was doing a good job. As you made out you both felt that you were both getting close to your orgasms.

”I’m gonna cum, Peter-”

”Me- too”

You both communicated from the choir of moans and panting filling the room along with the sound of his powerful thrusts against you. Your naked bodies now glistening with sweat from your intimacy.

Peter started jerking you off to help you reach your high, and with one last thrust against your prostate you lost control and your cock started shooting ropes of cum uncontrollably, staining yourself and Peter’s abs with your load.

The sight of you covered in your own cum was enough for Peter’s thrusts to go erratic. He thrusted like it was the last time, he’d ever get to experience the feeling of your hole that felt like it was perfectly molded for his cock. He never wanted your bodies to be untangled from each other.

And with a last powerful roll och his hips, his thick cock buried deep inside you as he unloaded his seed in your ass. His cock flooding your insides with his cum. You both panted heavily as you held each other close.

Peter carefully pulled out of you, making his big load seep out of you. Peter stood up from bed and went to the bathroom and got a towel, using it to clean you up. He then helped you into the clothes he had lended you before.

(End of Smut)

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As you were both changed you layed down in his bed, you held each other close that night as you fell asleep.

The next morning you awoke still in each others arms. ”Of all the things I’ve ever stolen, you’re worth more than any of it” you told Peter. And he smiled and hugged you tightly as you both got up and decided you’d go to a café for breakfast.

As you walked together hand in hand along the maze of tall buildings, you felt at peace and happy. But suddenly Peter stopped in his tracks in the middle of the sidewalk.

”I just remembered something” Peter said and you looked at him a curious glint in your eyes.

”When we were at the museum there was something I wanted to ask you” Peter told you.

”What?” you asked.

”Will you be my boyfriend?”

You felt your cheeks heating up. It was such a simple question yet it managed to give you butterflies in a way you never truly felt before. Peter just smiled at you, as he waited for your answer giving you whatever time you needed to think.

”Yes” you answered and the two of you hugged and gave each other a kiss on the lips.

And as you walked hand in hand with your boyfriend you felt the spirit of the Black Cat go into hibernation inside you. You didn’t need Spider-Man to chase you for a thrill. You didn’t need anything else, no jewelry, art or money was worth anything anymore.

Because right now you were holding your whole world in your hand.

The End.

The Bodyguard

Jason Todd x Male Reader

Warnings: Superhero violence, your mom is a terrible person (but still kinda loves you tho)…

Summary: You’re the prince of Bialya and the son of the infamous, Queen Bee and a newly ressurrected-morally questionable (pre-Red Hood) Jason Todd is hired to be your bodyguard…

(A/n: I had a lot of fun writing this so there will probably be a part 2)

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Your mother, most commonly known as, Queen Bee, the queen of Bialya, after several run ins with members of the Justice League and threats that had been made against both her and you, her son. Decided that you’d need a personal security guard. Incase someone would send assasins or soldiers to try to kill you.

As you entered the main hall of the Bialyan palace you were introduced to the man who would be protecting you. A tall, well built man with black hair and a small streak of white hair, amongst the rest of the dark strands. In a dark armour similar to the other Bialyan guards.

He clearly wasn’t from Bialya or anywhere close by, you’d wondered why your mom had selected him or how she’d found him. ”So, what’s your story?” you asked but the stranger remained mysteriously silent. You gave your mom a questioning look but all she said was ”I trust that he will be a faithfull protector”.

Since he refused to speak and tell you his name you only referred to your bodyguard as ”warrior” or ”my warrior”, he didn’t seem to care much what you called him anyway. But he was a loyal guard and followed you anywhere you needed to go at a comfortable distance.

You didn’t know how he found time to eat and sleep with all the time he spent guarding you. Everywhere you went he was there with a slighty grumpy look plastered on his face.

You weren’t sure what to think of him yet. In a way he pissed you off because you felt ignored by his constant silence and lack of visible emotions. And yet a sense of feeling safe from having him around.

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One night when your mother was away on foreign affairs and you were sleeping in your king sized bed, the Bialyan palace even quieter than usual, occaisional echoing footsteps of guards roaming the halls and your warrior just outside your door.

Then suddenly your windows were suddenly smashed in as three people had swung through them, they were dressed in dark costumes and pulled out their weapons pointing them towards you, assasins, that had been sent to kill you.

You door slammed open as your guard came in and immediately started fighting them both, as he was distracted with one, the other two grabbed you and started dragging you out of the room. ”Unhand me” you yelled at them as they dragged you through the palace.

Where were the other guards suddenly gone? Their prince needed help. The assasins threw you to the hard cold stone floor making you hit your head hard against it. They both raised there rifles pointed towards you and one of them said ”You will pay for your mother’s crimes in her leadership of Bialya” and just as they were about to kill you, your bodyguard jumped in and attacked them.

He took them both out with a brutality you’d never seen before in another person.

He then stood over you, you were shaking from fright of what had just happened. He got down on one knee and spoke. ”You’re hurt” he stared eyeing the small gash on your foreheand you got when you were thrown to the floor.

But you were to distracted by the fact that he had spoken, the tone of his voice had a cold darkness to it that gave you chills but it had been cut by a hint of worry. He helped you up and you noticed he had gotten a cut on his arms from one of the assasins knives.

”You’re bleeding” you said seeing it. Soon other palace guards came running to the scene and called for a doctor to treat you, though you insisted your guard be treated first as his injury was far worse.

Once you’d both been tended too the doctor told you to get some rest… rest? After almost getting murdered… In your room coated in broken glass. Rest is NOT happening.

Instead you asked your servants to make you and your warrior some coffee. You sat together on a sofa, a blanket wrapped around yourself. A servant came carrying a phone and said ”The queen wants to speak with you, my prince”.

You took the phone and spoke to your mother, letting her know you were okay, which relieved her but there was something else hidden behind her worries for you, a deviousness that could use this attack against her family as a political propaganda tool.

Once you got off the phone with her your servants came in with a tray of coffee and some cookies. ”Leave us” you then told the staff and went and sat down next to your hero again. ”I realised I never thanked you for saving me, but just know I’ll always be grateful for your protection” you told the silent bodyguard.

You put a hand on his arm and said ”Please, tell me your name”. You weren’t sure if he’d answer but soon enough his lips parted and he said softly ”Jason”. You smiled and said ”Thank you, Jason”.

You poured both of you a serving of coffee. ”Milk?” you asked, he shook his head. ”Sugar?” he shook his head again. As you both drank your coffee not much was said, but not much needed to be said. Jason’s presense was comforting enough.

As you finished your coffee you looked out the window, looking out over Bialya’s shining capitol. Your mind drifted back to what the assasins had said ”You will pay for your mother’s crimes in her leadership of Bialya”, your own people had wanted you dead. Now you knew your mother made deals with a couple of shady people, you’d met some of them.

But she had always told you she did what was best for the country, the people and you, her son. You sighed and leaned towards Jason, resting your head against his broad shoulder. He didn’t react.

There was a lot to think about but not enough caffine in your body to keep you awake and soon you drifted of to sleep, still resting against Jason, your hero, your protector, your warrior.

Flavor of Love is so 2000s!!! That man is not worth having these heated fights over!!

Oh yeah, of course I’ll post more for Peter, like I already have stuff in the works. :)

I just felt it was time to wrap up the Black Cat storyline (at least for now).