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♪ Spins a web any size♪
♫Catches thieves just like flies♫
Old Spidey stuff by Charles Holbert Jr.
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I do feel that a lot of people take J.Jonah Jameson's redeeming qualities for granted.
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me: i'm so warm and comfy i never want to get up from bed
miles: guess what /slams tiny kitten body into my stomach
miles: i'm hungy. breakfast now
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Constantly upset at how MCU J. Jonah Jameson reveals Peter’s identity to the world when two(2) separate versions of Jonah have lied about knowing who sends the photos of Spider-Man when villains came looking for him and at least one version learned Pete’s identity and fully supported him afterward
#like that’s not my j.Jonah Jameson#he wouldn’t put a high schooler in danger like that#also like#as much as I loved no way home#it’s frustrating that the didn’t really address how Pete and his friends/family may be in danger from enemies he made as Spider-Man#sure Vulture is in jail and Mysterio is dead but#street level people?#j jonah jameson
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5 + 1 Times Buck’s GF was the crybaby and the one time she wasn’t
Rating: Regular, smut only in one part
Word Count: 4,037
Tags: FLUFFY FLUFF, smut in one part, pnv!sex, soft tender luvin, Bucky is Vry Vry sweet, but he do be laughing at the reader, reader is oversensitive, and also a journalist for the Bugle aka How?, bucks haters get flamed, crying over spilt milk literally, some angst, TW: ptsd, J.Jonah Jameson is out there somewhere shaking his head at his employee
1. In the arms of the angels- FLY AWAYYYY
Bucky could safely say that his precious, precious girl could be somewhat oversensitive. He liked that about her, having someone around who was extremely caring and kind. The former Winter Soldier would be lying if he claimed that he knew how to handle her spells every time.
Although Bucky gotten better over the time they had been together.
They were cuddled on his new, much bigger couch on a lazy Sunday. His girlfriend wore one of Bucky’s t-shirts, the cloth hanging down to her soft thighs. She was spooned against the brunette, head padded on his flesh bicep. The random movie they had been watching went to a commercial. Bucky’s eyes widened when he realized what exactly kind of commercial it was.
The depressing ass ASPCA advertisement. His girlfriend donated to the local humane society and multiple non-profits but would lose her ever loving shit over the poor pets. Bucky instinctively curled his other arm around her waist when the sad song came on. His girl sniffled, “Oh god, I hate this!”
He murmured, “C’mon just look at your phone baby.”
Her sniffles turned into sobs, bemoaning, “I don’t understand how people could do that to the poor animals! It’s ah-ah-awful!” Bucky frowned, vibranium thumb rubbing circles into her hip. He reassured her, “Sweetheart, we about donate to the entirety of Brooklyn. You’re doing good.”
One of her fists banged on his thigh. She cried, “I need to donate to the entirety of the United States!” Bucky’s lips curled up in slight amusement. As much as he hated to see his best girl cry, it was entertaining to see her fit. He shushed her, “Okay we will, s’not like I’m a broke fugitive anymore.” The girl’s watery eyes flicked up to his smirk.
She poked him at an awkward angle, croaking, “Don’t say that about yourself!”
He tried to keep a calm face but ended up snickering. To which Bucky received another annoyed poke and a scoff. Thankfully the ad was done by the time she turned back to the TV. Bucky kissed her hairline and said, “Okay then, no more waterworks and I won’t trash my name. We’ll go buy another damn pound out later.” She seemed to relax, snuggling tight into Bucky’s larger frame.
2. On the floor
A shriek and a crash echoed from the kitchen. Bucky threw down his tattered book and hopped up. He hoped his girlfriend didn’t injure herself, again. The super soldier slid into the kitchen, blue eyes surveying the scene. He half-shouted, “You okay?“
“NO!,” came the distressed reply.
Bucky’s poor girl was half soaked and milk covered the floor, the gallon leaking onto the tile. His brows raised at the mess, hand rubbing at his neck. She threw her hands up and squalled, but made no move to escape the flood.
“I just wanted to make some cereal and the stupid damn jug slipped from my hands!,” she cried.
Bucky sighed and rolled his eyes. This would be the second time she had cried over spilt milk, literally. He strode across the kitchen and picked the sobbing woman up, her arms wrapping around his neck, assuming koala protocol. Or at least that’s what the loon called it.
The brunette rubbed her heaving back, cooing, “Oh poor baby, s’no big deal. I’ll go get another gallon from down the street, okay?” She looked up at him and began crying harder. The distraught woman whined, “No! I screwed it up being a klutz I’ll go get it!”
Bucky lowered them onto a dining room chair, wiping her tears away. He shook his head, eyeing her adorably blotchy cheeks. She pouted, tears lessening in time. The brunette hummed, “Jus’ let me go get the damn milk. You had an accident, I can’t have my pitiful girl crying over actual spilt milk.”
She laid her head in the crook of Bucky’s shoulder, grumbling, “It’s so damn sticky. This is gonna take forever to clean!” Bucky nuzzled her sweet smelling hair, smiling softly. She was too soft for her own good. But that’s why he was here, of course.
Her achingly wide eyes were back peering at Buck. He raised a thick brow, waiting for a response. Slim hands grabbed his stubbled cheeks, asking in a deadpan, “You don’t think I’m the most worthless girl ever right?” She averted her eyes as she continued, “Idiot who can’t make cereal.”
Bucky leaned into her sullen face to capture trembling lips into a kiss. It was chaste and sweet, Bucky murmuring into her lips, “I don’t care if you grew into a hulk monster and crashed the place. Why don’t we clean up and go grab the milk, make it a date huh?”
The brunette bit back a laugh as she hugged him tighter and sobbed out how much she loved him. Bucky tucked her hair back and grinned down at his pretty, crybaby, best girl.
3. Feline fail
Bucky and his girlfriend were cooking dinner together. They were laughing and sharing sweet pecks, bumping hips and slinging sauce. Bucky had remembered an old lasagna recipe and wanted to try it. She obliged with glee.
She changed the song to one of those strange ‘rap’ songs. Bucky was still getting accustomed to the 80’s power music so this was out of his league. She talked along to the lyrics, using a spoon as her microphone. Bucky leaned against the counter, helplessly grinning, hopelessly in love. She did a twist and some weird footwork.
MREOOOWWWW
“Alpine!,” they simultaneously shouted.
The poor cat had run off heavily limping. Bucky cursed, “Ah, shit.” The woman dropped the spatula and went after the fluffy white cat. She frantically apologized, “Alpine! Alpie! I’m so sorry baby! Oh god I didn’t mean to step on your paw babygirl!” Bucky wanted to point out the feline did not understand but held his tongue.
He followed his girlfriend into a back bedroom, then to the walk-in closet. Poor doll was in hysterics now. She wailed, “I’m the worst! What if I broke her paw? Just kill me n-n-nOWWWW!”
Bucky grabbed the sweet thing and hushed her, “Stop howling, Alpine is probably overwhelmed. Let’s be quiet and calmly approach.”
She nodded with a sniffle, mascara running down reddened cheeks. Bucky flicked the light on and softly called, “Alp, Alpine? Pspspsps c’mere baby.” He waggled his fingers at his shoe stand. Slowly the big blue eyes of Alpine came into view. The cat let out a sad ‘maaaoow’. She sucked in a wet sob behind Bucky, little hands fisted into his shirt.
Bucky crouched further down, keeping his palm extended. He cooed, “Over here psps Alpine.” Alpine unfurled from the shoe stand, limping over to the couple. Tears dripped down the young woman’s face as she let the sweet cat sniff her palm and nuzzle against it. She sniveled, “Ohhh- Alpine, m’so sorry,” Bucky was poked as she continued, “Buck? Can you check the paw out?”
Bucky grunted, “Yep. I’m sure she’ll be fine, just a smush and got startled. Bucky picked the white feline up, huge hands so tender with Alpine’s tiny paw. He gave it a few tentative presses and the cat squirmed in pain, making another sad noise. Bucky turned to look at his girlfriend and said, “Yeah I think she might be injured. We can take her to the vet in the morning. Probably just wants to lay down.”
After putting their pet back into the shoe stand, Bucky had stage three to do; console the distraught angel. She had already retreated to the bedroom, cocooning under her copious amounts of fluffy blankets. Bucky had bought them due to supersoldier heat and the ensuing thermostat on the coldest setting possible.
Bucky crawled onto the end of the bed, calling out, “Are you burrowing away from me?”
“Yes. I am the worst. Throw me into the snow already.”
Bucky crawled closer to the familiar lump and teased, “I don’t think paw stomping is equal to hypothermia.”
“It should be.”
His pink lips split into a grin as Buck yanked her blankets back and hopped on top. She squealed and batted at him, howling, “Not funny you jerk! Poor Alpine is hurt!” Bucky laughed, “Poor Alpine has been in shootouts, she’s a-okay.”
She stared up at his stupidly handsome face and pouted. Bucky’s big hands slid up her waist, commenting, “I’ll give you something to cry about if that’s what’cha want babydoll.” His dick never failed to throb at her cute little hitch in breath, pupils blowing wide.
“W-what about the lasagna?”
Bucky licked a hot stripe up her neck, promising, “Oh, this won’t be long. A little pick-me-up for my babydoll.” Her irritated huff quickly turned into a moan. Bucky grinned. So damn cute.
4. Never alone
Bucky had been having trouble sleeping recently, recurring nightmares plaguing any chance of shut eye. His girlfriend worried over him, offering any sort of help. He shook his head, eyes tired, explaining, “It comes in waves, certain times or seasons activate the trauma.”
“Okay, I just wish you didn’t have to sleep on the floor. But whatever will make you more comfortable.”
She wrung her hands nervously, pretty lips curled into a frown. Bucky sighed, patting his lap. He held her tightly and whispered, “I never wanna hurt you, so just for a little bit it’ll be like this okay? I promise, it hurts me too.” She wiped away runny tears, nodding resolutely. His precious baby warbled, “I’m being selfish, don’t mind me prattling and whining. I want what’s best for you. I love you so much,” she pinched Bucky’s thigh, “Go back to therapy tomorrow or I’ll drag you there.”
“I will,” he pecked her lips, “I will.”
They went to their separate beds, well their bed, and Bucky’s blanket and pillow on the floor. He managed to drift off before spinning cycling never ending loops of the Soldier killing and taking swamped his dreams. The asset shot upright with a painful howl, jerking his head around for the enemy.
He jumped up and grabbed a stashed knife, stalking across the floor. So confused on the lines between reality and fiction. He snarled at the sound of a high voice. It was his girl. Bucky was Bucky. Not the asset, soldier, fist of Hydra. He dropped the knife and apologized, “Oh Christ. Are you okay?” He was scared to come closer upon the fear etched into her looks. Fucking monster.
She ran to him and wrapped warm arms around his sweaty torso, crying softly. Bucky couldn’t find words to express his disgust and sorrow, holding her back tightly. His angel croaked, “I was worried about you! I’m s-sorry you had that awful nightmare. Oh Buck, let me sit with you for the rest of the night.”
Bucky peered down with resigned blue eyes. He was more exhausted now after that mind fuck. The brunette needed to get his poor baby to stop crying then maybe he could sleep. Even the cat nervously peered from behind a chair.
They migrated to the couch, her firm on top of him, gently scratching his scalp. Bucky pled, “Please know I would never hurt you. As soon as I heard your voice I knew where I was again.” She pressed her forehead to his and replied, “Then let’s just try this. You don’t have to go through this alone, ever.” She cried in little aborted huffs, trying to hold it together.
Bucky felt his heart swell at her sweet words. She was right, he didn’t have to be alone again. He had friends and his best girl who loved him, hell even the cat. Bucky squeezed her soft waist and gushed, “I love you, so, so, so much. Sweet girl.” He got a couple more tears but soon she became sleepy and winded down.
He managed to fall back into slumber, no dreams this time. Her scent and puffs of soft breath kept him grounded. Bucky hoped he deserved this, praying to whoever granted him this boon.
5. Honey I’m Home! - Smut
Sam hollered out of his big ass truck, “Get ready for the waterworks lover boy!” Bucky held up his middle finger and unlocked the front door. Sam drove away with that annoying guffaw of his. Bucky dropped his bags at the door, Alpine’s blue eyes peering up. He grinned and picked up the kitty, cooing and petting her white fluff. Bucky asked, “Hey, sweet Alp. Where’s mama hm? I know she’s all excited.”
“BABY!,” came the familiar cry. Bucky had to owe it to his supersoldier serum for managing to gently let down Alpine and pick up his girlfriend within 10 seconds. Bucky laughed and picked the woman up, happily swinging them around with a goofy grin. His heart felt so full. She spoke through hefty sobs, “I- Oh gah-ah-ah some pi-pizz-za!” Bucky chuckled and tapped her on the ass.
“The waterworks already angel? So soon?”
“YOU KNOW I MISS-SS-SED YOU!,” she caterwauled, loading Bucky’s face down with kisses. He used a big hand to stabilize her head, sealing his full lips over her shaky ones. She sighed into the lip lock, rambling about how much she missed Bucky between kisses.
Bucky pulled back and hummed, “I missed your pretty face, even the tears.” She nipped his lower lip at the jab, retorting, “Very fu-funny!”
The former assassin chuckled, “No really, I get to hug you.”
She narrowed her eyes, wiping her wet cheeks, “Uh-huh.”
Bucky lowered his lids and gave his best charming half smirk to her, purring, “Y’know what I really miss?” He groped at the globes of her ass gently, eating up her reaction. She gasped, minutely squirming, lashes fluttering. Bucky leant into her ear, humming, “Hm baby? Not gonna ask me?”
She murmured sulkily, “What is it Buck?”
He drew his words out, fanning hot breath across her ear, “I miss the way you cry and rake my back bloody when I’m between those damn thighs.”
“Mmfuck, oh, yeah?,” she squeaked, face heating up. Bucky nodded, long fingers massaging the giving flesh of her cheeks. He rumbled, “Yep sweet baby, couldn’t help myself. So pretty when you come on me. Pizza can wait, I want my girl.” The woman nodded profusely, babbling, “Pleaseplease yes wan’ it Bucky. Missed you!”
In a frenzy she lapped into his plump mouth, kissing like a madwoman. Bucky’s best kept secret is the needy little slut he only gets to have in bed. He stopped to push her against the wall, nosing around at her tits. Bucky’s Henley she wore had slipped down, displaying the soft skin. He lapped at a swollen bud and suckled on her tit, earning a high whine and fingers in his steadily growing hair.
Bucky rutted against her barely clothed pussy, feeling it already damp. He rumbled, “Must’ve been real needy dolly, so wet for me.” She shoved her breasts into his face, gasping out, “Not the same w’out you- ah!” Bucky’s eyes rolled back in his head, her words stoking the fires of that possessive place in his heart.
She pulled at his brown hair, urging Bucky along desperately, hips canting against his need. The super soldier panted, “Yeah, yeah, right m’bad.” He stomped to their bedroom, grinning and kissing her hotly. Bucky laid his girlfriend down and frantically began to untie his boots, throwing them against the wall. His eyes flickered up to her yanking off the shirt.
A punched out groan left his throat when her glistening pussy was revealed to him, panties tossed carelessly to the side. Bucky shucked down his briefs and climbed between her thighs, muttering, “Fuckin’ hell— thought about you every night. Pretty pussy,” he pressed his lips to her thighs, “Legs, all of you. Damn.”
Her wide eyes softened, the girl simpering, “Thought ‘bout you too babe, most handsome guy in the world.” Bucky snorted as he pressed himself flush to her smaller body, “I don’t know about that, I do know that I’m yours though.” She smiled against his cheek, wrapping arms around his wide shoulders. Bucky sighed at the feeling of his baby’s gentle kisses to his scruffy skin.
“You want to wear a condom, me stretch you out?,” Bucky asked, eyes searching her own.
She shook her head and whispered, “Got an IUD, I’ll explain later but we don’t have to wear any condoms,” lips grew wider, “So go on and fuck me Buck.” Bucky groaned in ecstasy, situating himself flush to giving flesh. He pumped his leaking cock a couple of times before rubbing the tip against her slick entrance.
She whined and scrabbled at his back, spreading open wider, pleading, “Yeah, yeah, please Bucky, James, baby.” He replied, strained from how adorable and sexy that was, “I gotcha, hold on, fuck.”
They both cried out softly when Bucky slid in to her warm core, the noise filling the room. The brunette braced a hand beside her head, cursing lowly, “God-fucking-damn you feel so good sweets.” She whined his name, face scrunching up adorably, pussy pulsing around him.
Bucky’s flesh hand curled under the back of one of her knees, pushing the girl wider open with a grunt. He pecked her lips and began to piston into her. His blues fell closed, the rapture of being joined with his love was intense. Even more so when some asshole jacked him with the serum. She cooed softly, “Feels- ah, so good, my sweet Buck.”
He didn’t speed up, as much as the soldier wanted to jackhammer into tomorrow. He would enjoy this reunion, savor every pull of her sweet pussy around his cock. Bucky leaned into her forehead, panting into her mouth, soaking up her cries and whimpers. She gave desperate little kisses, pulling at the hair on Bucky’s nape.
“Ah! Love you!,” she moaned.
Bucky panted back, “Love you, so damn much, fffuck.”
He nuzzled into her neck, listening to himself spread her open with a groan. Selfishly, Bucky sped his hips up some, got his knees under him. That way he could fuck his baby’s g-spot, make her (really) cry. His girlfriend responded quickly, arching her back and jerking back onto Bucky’s cock. A slew up goosebumps lit up her skin, mouth hanging wide open. She scrunched her eyes shut, yelling, “Oh- oh that’s it!”
Bucky crooned, licking up her sweaty throat, “Yeah sweetheart? That’s your spot?” She nodded and babbled hitched ‘yesses’. The girl tightened around him, making the drag impossibly hotter. Bucky whined deep in his chest, strokes stuttering. He brought his vision up to look at his love, whining again at her flushed face and hooded eyes.
She whimpered, “M’so close James, oh god!” Tears pricked pretty eyes, clumping the long lashes. Bucky picked up the pace, relishing in her nails ripping his back to shreds. He would lying if he said the pain didn’t exacerbate the pleasure. The brunette gently nipped at her jaw, begging for his girl to come, hand rubbing at her chest and shoulders tenderly.
Bucky’s eyes about crossed when she tightened and howled around his swollen cock. His hand tore at the mattress while her pussy convulsed around him. She sobbed now, tears leaking down her darkened cheeks, “F-fuck Bucky! S-so good!” Her slick coated him, making the glide ever so messier.
Bucky was close now, listening to her pants and whiny cries of ‘come in me please’ was throttling any sort of longevity. His balls drew painfully close, the vein on the underside of his cock throbbing. He cried her name out, muscles seizing with a twitch, emptying into her tight cunt. Bucky’s fingers seemed to lose their motor function, arm careening with a whine. She heaved, “That’s it! Yes! Yes!”
The soldier sucked in a rough breath, finishing his climax with a soft whimper. Bucky rolled them to the side, softening cock still seating inside her. She pressed kisses to his cheeks and nose, smiling and crying per usual. Bucky wrapped his big arms around her waist and kept her flush to him. He murmured, “Perfect baby, jus’ perfect.” She responded with another stolen kiss.
+1. Public Menace!
They sat together at a restaurant, sipping some drinks. Bucky eyed his beautiful girlfriend, effortlessly styled and flawless. He told her so, earning a bashful smile and roll of the eyes. She countered, “Not as flawless as you, Winter Smolder.” Bucky narrowed his eyes, laughing, “Hey, you wanted me to do that photoshoot!”
The waiter came up with their appetizer. Bucky could tell his girlfriend was not a fan of the other man, lips turned down. She was a good judge of character though. The young man had been staring Bucky down for awhile now, even pointing at him from afar. The brunette furrowed his brows and asked, “Can I help or anything?”
The waiter replied, assuming a defensive stance, “Are you the Winter Soldier?”
Bucky felt his girl’s glare threatening to kill the boy. He offered a sheepish smile and elaborated, “Uh- at one point I was. Not anymore.” The man pressed harder, “Yeah but he’s still in there right?,” they motioned at their skull, “Just a couple of words and you snap right?”
Bucky blanched, but the knife didn’t stop digging in his chest, twisting and hot.
“How were you allowed to be pardoned? I mean The Avengers already are at death’s door, why not let a mass murderer join?,” they hissed. Bucky tried to look around for help, stammering an apology. Panic began to lace at his chest, pulling his throat tight. Their mouth was moving angrily, but all Buck could hear was ringing.
A familiar hand gripped at his, her voice clearing through the attack. His girlfriend calmly replied, “I should report your manager for harassing customers, sir.” She leaned in with a snarl, “What would you do if you were captured by a secret agency embedded within the United States for 75 years huh? Beaten, brainwashed, tortured, and forced to hurt others with no say?”
The waiter attempted to retort but she cut him off with a hand.
“Luckily Bucky here,” she poked the man’s chest, “Has a name! His name has been cleared and has worked very hard on amends. If you got your head out of your ass and looked around maybe you’d see the good work him and Cap have done around the globe!” Bucky’s girlfriend jerked into her purse and threw a bill at the dumbfounded man.
“C’mon sweetheart, we’ll go somewhere else,” she stood up and loudly announced, “I’ll make sure to give my nicest review in the DAILY BUGLE!!!”
The young waiter gasped and stared in a fog.
Bucky shuffled along, still gathering his wits. He’d never seen his girl so pissed. Once outside the restaurant she hugged him tightly, cursing, “Fucking asshole. Sorry I went a little crazy. Jameson would be proud, ha.” Meanwhile the brunette was blinking away tears, grateful for her swift save. He blurted, more of a croak, “Thank you angel.” Suddenly his eyes were blurry with hot tears.
Bucky sobbed in her arms, the panic, shame, and embarrassment from earlier breaking down. The woman soothed him with a shush, rubbing his muscular back. She cooed, “That’s okay, let it out, about time for you to be the crier.” Bucky smiled slightly, eyeing her with red rims. She swiped away his tear, stating, “Don’t ever let an idiot like that make you feel less than, you are good.”
Bucky shook his head, murmuring, “Does everybody still think I’m about to snap?”
She raised a brow, “Buck. The amount of good press you got from the GRC debacle has shown you in a different light,” she laughed, “I can write puff pieces of you napping with the cat if that makes you feel better baby?” He swatted her ass with a roll of teary eyes, thanking his girlfriend again.
Bucky asked, “D’ya just wanna order in instead? I’ll rub your feet.”
“Free of charge, no foot rubs, let’s go home big guy,” she shrugged. Bucky would be a little weepy for the rest of the night, but she made it bearable.
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So I'm playing the PS4 Spiderman game and I realise.
Holy shit J.Jonah Jameson or whatever is. Like. Literally showing us how radicalisation happens, right???
Like. At the beginning of the game, you hear his radio 'SPIDERMAN IS BAD' things and you also hear the callers disagreeing with him, and you go 'haha yeah spiderman's good lmao! It would be so silly for people to think otherwise'
But then, as the game progresses, callers start... Agreeing with Jameson. People start liking Spiderman less. And it's because Jameson keys into the trauma of, y'know, The Events Of The Game and give them someone to blame - Spiderman!
And the thing is. Nobody is suddenly as radical as Jameson. It's all tame opinions that slowly get worse as Jameson fuels into them.
I dunno, it reminded me how in real life this kind of thing is happening with transgender people. And has happened with muslims around 9/11 especially. And is basically happening with like... Every oppressed community.
It's just. Such a good commentary to make in such a subtle way. And it works because we are Spiderman, we know we've been doing our best, so WE feel targeted. I feel like maybed it's a beautiful way to comment on it.
#tired thoughts#spiderman#spiderman ps4#transphobia mention#islamphobia mention#j jonah jameson#transgender#peter parker#yes this is a lot of tags#but i need my tired rambles to be HEARD#it judt#agh#i love it#dont even get me started on yhe singing mechanics /pos
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Peter Parker and Black Cat Y/n have a sex tape that gets leaked
"This is outrageous!" J.Jonah Jameson said as he looked at his camera. "The menace Spiderman in bed with a criminal. Why, we have the sex tape right now. Viewer discretion is advised for younger audience." The feed switched to a video of Spiderman and Black Cat fucking against a wall as Black Cat looked at the camera and winked at it as Spiderman continued to fuck him.
Peter stared at the tape in shock as he already got a lot of texts from Mr. Stark about this.
Meanwhile, Y/N smiles as he watches his sex tape with Peter in bed as he strokes himself softly.
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Peter, stay safe. - Peter Parker x plus size reader
Summary: It's been two weeks since Spider-Man told you his name and you're worried because he hasn't been back to the roof.
Comments and reblogs are much appreciated and help more people read my works.
Part two of Spider-boy.
A/N: Thanks for liking the first part, hope this part two is ok, it's not proof read yet...
It’s been two weeks since Spider-boy told you his real name and it’s been a week since you’ve last seen him in person on the rooftop.
The name ‘Peter’ crosses you mind every second it can.
When work is quiet or when your eyes close his voice saying his name fills you head like a soothing lullaby that only you can hear making you flush with warmth, you going all soft and smiley.
Your co-works say that you look like a dreamer when you think about him, apparently your eyes go big and an easy-going smile stays on your face for hours.
To think you had to make up the lie that you’re online dating a man named Peter instead of telling them that you're crushing over a literal superhero and all just because you had muttered ‘Peter’ out loud one day whilst you were day dreaming.
Your dreams are filled with him, your mind tries to fill in the gaps of what Peter might look like.
There are too many combinations to think up; blue eyes with bushy eye brows, a hooked nose with black hair, bleached tips with long eyelashes, a scar near his hairline from where he fell off a swing when he was a kid, you think up so many different faces all handsome in your mind but never your Peter.
Sometimes in these dreams you go on walks in the park, maybe you dance out of tune to an old timer’s song that plays over the radio, maybe just maybe you kiss him when he’d talking making him smile with pure joy, his hand cupping your round face as a small laugh escapes the two of you.
But alas your dreams are fleeting and short, all you can remember is a pure smile surrounded by laughter lines and a chin dimple, nothing concrete or relevant to real life.
As of yet you haven’t seen that distinct smile on someone walking the streets of Queens only on Spider-Boy himself. You know that Spider-Man is still Peter but with the growing feeling of something bigger inside your mind and heart, something more alarming, something more than a silly little playground crush, you feel the need to see him without the mask even just once.
Never in your life have you had separation anxiety because of a person, you feel like a cat holding onto to its owner for dear life despite your claws not even being embedded into anything – or anyone- at all.
You feel silly and a bit sad.
A whole week Peter hasn’t been to see you on the roof of the community centre you work at and you’re beginning to worry.
Each descent up those old rickety steps that rise to the roof make your stomach ache and your heart hurt just a tiny bit, each morning more and more headlines about the Amazing Spider-Man fronting the newspapers detailing the near death experiences of your dear friend.
That or the newspapers are hating on Spider-Man, saying he’s a violent nuisance. Honestly, if you ever meet that J.Jonah Jameson in real life you’d give him a piece of your mind!
With all the worry and stress you’re really considering going to the counsellor in the community centre to ask if all these feelings you’re have are normal.
Yeah, sure she’s an underpaid counsellor that the local kids go to talk about feeling nervous at school or to rant about their friends being annoying and not a counsellor that a grown adult can go and confess that they’re in love with a man they’ve never seen the face of before.
Of course if you went to her you’d have to tell her the same bullshit lie you’ve been telling you co-workers because you’re not telling a sixty something year old woman that you have feelings for Spider-Man, she’d surely try and sanction you if you told her the whole truth.
“I’m back.” You dejectedly say to Lisa, a co-worker of yours who’s currently stuffing fruit chunks in her face as she taps away on a keyboard.
You see a cloud of greying fluffy hair poking up from the front desk as you stuff your lunch box in the fridge.
Lisa gives you a warm motherly smile one that says ‘I know what you’ve been up to’ one that makes you want to shout ‘shut up mum!’ despite her not actually saying anything out loud.
She thinks you’ve been on the roof texting Peter for the whole of your break the idea in you co-worker’s brain a stark contrast to what you actually did.
For your lunch break you were just waiting and waiting for Peter to come but he didn’t. Only half a sandwich was eaten for the worry filled up your stomach.
It’s fine though, normally on the days Peter doesn’t swing by you normally put the leftover food in the fridge just in case a hungry teen charges inside in need of some food. Honestly, you’ve been working at the community centre for quite a while and you’re still surprised with how much a teenager can scoff down without them becoming full.
“Not hungry.” Lisa pipes up as she stops typing, her attention fully on you.
“Had a big breakfast.” You half lie.
“It’s that Peter guy isn’t it?” Her words are filled with worry but to you they feel condescending.
“I don’t really want to talk about it.”
Before you can slump off out the front door Lisa calls out once more.
“Remember tomorrow we have the journalist coming around.”
“Can’t wait.” Sarcasm drips from your lips.
You wave off any more conversation, your feet taking you outside to the small playground filled with children and teenagers. Dodging around the swings, walking past a kid counting to a hundred whilst their friends run and hide, you enter the basketball court.
Hollers and screams of teenagers shouting your name fill your ears as you walk in, familiar faces of the kids your help smiling your way.
Technically it’s your job to help out the children that come by the centre but honestly you’ve walk over to the court just to feel a bit of happiness that the hyper tween always give you, there games always brightening your day.
“Now then-“ your voice croaks just a bit but you already feel better as you’re swarmed by a mass of kids, “What we playing?”
“Bulldog Miss (Y/N)!” a young girl cheers, her wonky pig tails bopping up and down.
“Ok, ok then. We know the rules. No violence on my court.” You call out, knowing full well how an unsupervised game of Bulldog can turn out, “No cheating, no taunting and no sad little faces.“
“That includes you miss.” A teenage boy with a voice too deep for a five foot two middle schooler should have yells.
“I’m all smiles kiddo.” You make an enthusiastic grin that makes the younger kids giggle with glee as you clap your hands together, ready to watch the game play out.
As the game begins, the loud sound of happy kids running about reverberates around the block, one Peter Parker lands on the ledge of roof.
He’s late. He knows he is.
This week alone he hasn’t been able to eat lunch with you.
It’s not like he can control when a villain attacks but they’ve been coming more and more. That paired with his job at the Daily Bugle along with his studies, he’s been rushed off his feet.
Even so, no matter how late he’s been he’s always swung as fast as he could to land on the roof of the community centre just in case you were there waiting for him.
Peter hasn’t really felt this feeling, the feeling of a heavy heart when you’re not there, since MJ and he’s not sure what do.
It’s not like he can tell May or Ben.
As he crouches down on the ledge, his mask still on, he watches as your plush body, that’s just spec of colour from this high up, runs about.
You may be just a spec but you’re a pretty spec of colour to watch.
He concentrates on you. You’re wearing that comfy knitted cardigan that looks nice on you along with a long black flowy skirt that flutters around as you referee the game of Bulldog the kids play.
You look nice, you look more than nice. If Peter wasn’t so late then he’d tell you that, he’d tell you that again and again until you’d playfully push his arm and tell him to ‘stop’ despite wanting to hear more complements from him.
But he has to get back to work soon. He can’t wait on the roof forever.
Peter steps off the ledge back onto the roof ready to swing off into the hustle of Queens but before he can leap off his foot knocks something over.
His eyes look down thinking he’s just kicked a lost football or Frisbee. The foot that hit whatever fell over is raised up so he doesn’t squash what his foot hit.
His bug eyes peer down to see a bright cartoon orange slice along with a plastic straw glued to the side of a small box of orange juice that lays sideways on the roof.
Peter lowers down and picks it up with a timid care.
The small box has writing on it.
‘Peter, stay safe.’ is scrawled over the brand logo, the bold black letters written with a thick permanent marker.
The dimple on his chin appears again under the mask as Peter smiles a wide heartfelt smile.
His heart feels less heavy than before.
#not proof read#peter parker x reader#peter parker x plus size reader#tobey!peter x reader#spiderman x reader#plus size reader#x plus size reader#chubby reader#x chubby reader#tobey maguire peter parker#rami spiderman
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J.Jonah Jameson
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KidNotorious
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J.Jonah Jameson the kind of guy to hear that there's a spider society that employs teens in their ranks and report something like "BEWARE: THE SPIDER MENACE INDOCRINATING YOUR CHILDREN!"
I'M not saying Spider-man is a trans allegory but you wonder why queer people love Spider-man so much, in this essay I will
#spiderman#spiderverse#across the spiderverse#into the spider verse#itsv#atsv#j jonah jameson#shout out to my transmasc spiderman lovers#thats me#im transmasc spiderman lover
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First post !!
Silly little Spidersona :3
Her name is Calista Parker, (she/it), it is 17 years old, and got bitten by a radioactive spider near an abandoned Oscorp Facility while skating.
She ended up losing her Mother and Sister when she unknowingly adopted Carnage into her body, completely destroying every bone and muscle in their bodies.
It’s powers include the regular spider-powers, as well as the ability to see in the dark as though it is day, and sick superhuman guitar skills :3
She has a girlfriend, Maddie Jones, who is a photographer for the daily bugle, and together they con J.Jonah Jameson for a surprising amount of cash. Maddie Jones eventually becomes her worlds version of the prowler, but instead of being an evil little goober, she helps Cali fight crime. (Possible concept coming soon??)
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The Amazing Spider-Man #25 -June 1965
"Captured by J.Jonah Jameson!" (1-11 of 20)
written by Stan Lee
art by Steve Ditko
lettered by Sam Rosen
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Alright People Let's Do This One Last Time
In the ever-growing multitude of Cloud Au's there have been many versions of the chains, fandom crossovers, and multiple different players but May I introduce, Spider-Player! My idea is that they much like our regular Player grew up in almost the exact same way however, at the age of 15 much like Peter Parker gained Spider powers from a spider bite. They still in their civilian life loved LOZ content and even after becoming Spider-Player still play/consume LOZ content. It's become even more special to them as Player can now relate to being a hero (despite having to hide their identity behind a mask and dealing with a sometimes ungrateful public looking at you J.Jonah Jameson) They battle the baddies as best they can while trying to figure out how to balance a secret identity and normal life. Now throw in a shadow and now Spidey-Player has a whole new villain's roaster to battle. Unfortunately for Dink, he not only got the Player but also got the alter ego whose more than willing to duke it out to get home. Maybe Spider-Players already had some multiverse shenanigans per Spiderverse or maybe they are still trying to figure out the whole hero business and try to be as good of a hero as their idol Link. I think it'd be interesting for the player to not only be trying to acclimate to a world they thought was simply fictional but add to the decision of do they trust the chain with their alter ego. I have so many thoughts on Spider-player and would love to keep info dumping on them but I don't want to overflood your dash. But yeah also take some pics that remind me of Spider-Player!
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SPIDEY PLAYER I REMEMBER TALKING ABOUT THIS IDEA WITH ANOTHER ANON! I'M PRETTY SURE I NICKNAMED THIS VERSION WEAVER SO IT WOULD BE EASIER TO TITLE THEM SO POSSIBLE ALIAS BEING WEAVER!?
ALSO PLEASE KEEP SENDING MORE IDEAS I LOVE THEM!
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Favorite thing about Spider-man and Black Cats relationship is J.Jonah Jameson
Like could you imagine? He screams about Peter like ‘He’s a menace! And a criminal! He should be locked up!!’ And Peter is like ‘noo 😭😭😭 don’t call me a criminal wtf’
Meanwhile J.Jonah screams about Black Cat and how ‘she’s a menace! That woman is a psycho gold digger that deserves to be thrown in jail!!’
And Felicia’s like ‘yeah probably lol’
#jjs like ‘she’s a danger to society at large!’#and Felicia is like ‘i agree’#felicia hardy#spidercat#peter parker#spider man#spiderman#spiderman x black cat#j jonah jameson#the daily bugle#marvel
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Somehow I am still blocking new tags of Across the Spiderverse.
The worst consistency in tagging I've seen in a long time. I have so many filtered tags right now.
I have blocked the word Spider-man! Fucking Spiderman! Several variations of it.
This fandom has made me the anti J.Jonah Jameson!
No spider-man, no nothing. Your spider-man got a name? blocked. Got two names? blocked. Actor in the movie? Blocked
Now I have reached the edge/end and people started making posts about it with no tags at all and then they get reblogged with people who don't tag them. It hasn't even stopped showing in theaters yet. Painnn. Luckily nothing was spoiled but I know it's right around the corner. Lurking.
Fortunately tho all things considered. All my efforts to block so many damn tags have paid off. Because I'm going to finally go see it tonight. As long as a fucking anvil doesn't fall the sky to crush me to death before walking into the theaters, I'll finally be past this.
For now. I'm going to sleep until it's time to leave. Bye
#milly speaks#rant#vent#ig#worst case I've ever had#Usually I could months or a year without seeing stuff if I blocked the right tags but not with this one#like damn#I am somehow very fortunate I haven't been spoiled#constantly being missed by bullets
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Have you ever dreamed of being the bane of J.Jonah Jameson’s existence while doing whatever a spider can? Well with these Animal Crossing designs, you can most certainly dress the part!
#acnh custom design#animal crosing new horizons#acnh#marvel#acnh design#animal crossing#spider man#acnh qr#nintendo acnh#acnh clothing#acnh designs#ac new horizons#animal crossing designs#animal crossing new horizons#spiderman#peter parker
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