#toby maguire x reader
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Prettiest One In The Room || Part 2/2
Pairing: Mob! (any) Peter Parker x Reader
Words: 4,488
Overview: After being the victim of cruel remarks and snide laughter from others, you decide to take your husband's generous offer in proving just how much he loves his new wife.
Warning: Smut, +18, oral (fem. receiving), gentle dom!Peter, sub!Reader, virgin!Reader, vaginal sex, multiple orgasms, hint of overstimulation, breeding kink if you squint, husband kink (because Peter loves being married to you😉), some dirty talk (but mostly praise because Peter worships you😍).
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PART ONE
You would shiver at the feeling of the cold marble counter brushing against your exposed thigh, however you're a little too distracted by Peter attacking your neck to complain. Addicted to the soft touch of your skin against his lips, he presses a trail of kisses as far north as your jaw and as far south as your collarbone, each as messy and wet as the last. Sometimes he hits the same place twice before finally deciding to give into temptation and nip you there; never enough to draw blood nor hurt, but plenty to make you whimper in anticipation. This is only the beginning after all.
You can feel Peter's calloused hands dust over your curves as they slide back downwards to your legs. After spreading them apart, he shamelessly positions himself in between which allows him better access directly to you. Personal space is further reduced by guiding your legs around his waist while his arms snake around your torso, pulling you chest-to-chest where he can successfully tower over you. This forces you to keep your head cranked backwards especially when his lips finally meet yours.
You're not sure what's more surprising: his clear desire for his wife that he's amazingly kept hidden until now or the fact that he's somehow deaf to the rapid pounding of her heart. It's almost nauseating paired alongside your wavering nerves and wild thoughts that all seem so out of place. You planned for this. You want this especially after finally laying to rest your worries of being a shame to your husband...So why do you feel so anxious right now?
"...Princess?" Peter only barely pulls away, his breath still warm against yours.
You give a hum for it's all you can muster.
"Do you not want this? I've told you time and time again: I won't be mad if you don't, but I'm not a mind reader, love. You have to be honest with me-" Crap, he isn't deaf after all.
"-I don't know what to do with my hands," you blurt pathetically, cheeks feeling as hot as the sun while you refuse to meet his eyes.
It's true. Your trembling hands have been clenching the edge of the counter in an iron grip, too busy debating their possible options to actually commit to one. Should you be hugging him back? Running your fingers through his slicked back hair? Maybe move them lower down his body until-
-A deep chuckle rumbles in Peter's chest, muffling itself against another quick kiss," this isn't a test, sweetheart, and don't you dare worry about me. Just do whatever makes you feel right."
Giving it some more thought paired with his encouraging words, you finally move your arms around him, wrapping them delicately over his shoulders where your fingertips can be tickled against the longer hair at the back of his head. Your bashful smile melts against his when he resumes work, this time biting your lower lip until you open your mouth only a crack. You soon open much wider however, when his tongue forces its way inside.
Dizzy from this deep kiss, your attention is only stolen away by the feeling of your dress being rolled up. All night you've been tugging at its ends trying to keep it from riding up too far yet here you are now, eagerly shifting your weight to help Peter swiftly move it upwards until exposing your full lower half.
You're taken aback by the animalistic growl he gives once looking you over, a sound that affects you in an almost embarrassing way that goes directly to your core. He has no guilt in staring, in fact he even goes as far as to lick his lips while plucking at the band of your new black lingerie," have you been hiding these pretty things the whole night, princess? 'makes me think someone was planning this, hmm?"
He must've truly been joking again, because you notice a very brief flash of surprise in his eyes when you look away shyly. Of course, it's gone by the time he blinks and replaced by a mischievous glimmer instead as he twiddles the ribbon against his finger, leaning towards you closer with a whispered voice that tickles your ear," usually I don't appreciate anyone being one step ahead of me, but for you, my sweet princess...I'm willing to make an exception."
Both of Peter's hands grasp your hips, giving them a squeeze as he pecks your lips before promptly moving along your jawline towards more important places," tell me, did you pick these out specifically for me?"
You hum your reply, each featherlight kiss leading down to the very crook of your neck.
"I bet you spent hours trying to find the perfect match. Which hug your figure best..."
You whimper when his large hands cup your ass as a perfect fit. His wedding ring is cold to the touch and judging on his grip, you wouldn't doubt a temporary imprint or two of it against your soft skin.
"...Which would make me hard for you..."
You bite your lip as you feel one of his hands move too slowly to reach your inner thigh, tracing a line from just above your knee up to the very place you can't wait to have him at.
"...Which would feel like utter heaven to wear while I shower you in all my love..."
You finally give a moan as Peter suddenly sucks the most sensitive skin of your neck harshly.
"Which you'll never be able to so much as look at again without remembering the time I tore into you, my beloved wife; the prettiest woman to ever live."
"P-Peter, you're going to leave marks," you warn, your concern overshadowed by pleasure as your husband continues to ignore your statement, deciding to fulfill it instead by giving you another suck slightly higher.
"That's the plan. 'have to set it straight with everyone else out there: you're mine and I have no shame in worshiping you."
It'll be impossible to hide all the marks Peter decorates you in right now, but maybe that's not a bad thing. While your cheeks burn with heat, there's a candle of excitement within your chest at the thought of leaving this bathroom arm-in-arm with your husband, covered in his lovely hickeys while wearing a smug smile upon your smeared lips. No one will be able to deny it then: you're his and he'd never have it any other way.
Peter's hands move again, only barely grazing over your upper thighs where they hesitate so that his fingers may pluck gently at the band of your lingerie.
"May I?"
It feels like a dream to have Peter push you further back onto the counter after you nod, removing your legs from his waist and placing them in a bent position over his shoulders once he kneels down. You must've been holding your breath for it, watching intensely as he carefully pulls off your panties to leave your bottom half completely exposed to him and only him. It's not until his thumb- roughly compared to his previous touch- brushes against your wet clit that your breath is released in a shaky gasp.
"So wet already, princess...and I've barely even touched you. How are you possibly going to make it through the night?" He doesn't remove his thumb from your clit, rather he continues rubbing circles against it which have your toes curling inside your heels.
"That feels good, doesn't it? Do you like when I touch you there, princess?"
You hum, tossing your head back.
"Words, princess."
"Y-Yes...It feels heavenly!" You fail to suppress the moan by chewing on your inner cheek. That task is impossible as Peter's finger dips into your soaking folds where it then dances over your opening.
Pleased by your previous answer, he smirks," you're the only person in the world I'll ever get down on my knees for, you know that?"
You dare to look down, curiosity getting the best of you when you feel his warm breath against your pussy, however you can only get a brief glance at the sight before your head is thrown back again, an unrestrained cry filling the air as Peter's lips attach themselves to your clit. Before you can even fully process the feeling of his tongue against your nerves, he uses it as a distraction to push his long finger into you.
Both actions are foreign in feeling. Sure, you've experimented with yourself a little as a horny teenager and you'd be lying to say you haven't secretly touched yourself even after marrying Peter. Once growing comfortable around your new husband, the next natural step was to fuck your own fingers while imagining the touch to belong to him as a fruitless attempt in reaching a proper orgasm much to your own frustration. Luckily, you don't think that's going to be a problem after tonight.
Peter's finger disappears to his knuckle as he pumps into your pussy, his tongue swirling over your sensitive bulb in the meantime. He doesn't bother being dignified about it nor is he afraid of the echo of his own slurping as he practically eats you alive like a starved man.
One finger then two, stretching you out in a way that's only a taste of what's to come. They burn at first, yet the more he moves inside your tight pussy, scissoring and curling against your wet walls, the more that pain transforms into a pleasure that has your mouth hung open, droll barely kept from dripping in the corners.
Never have you been able to make yourself feel this way. Where you'd normally lose strength just as your legs began to shake, Peter shows resistance, merely smirking while keeping at it. As your moans increase in volume with his name being torn from your throat in the form of a prayer, he only temporarily moves away from your pussy, his voice unforgivably deep.
"Are you gonna cum, princess? Go ahead then...Show your husband that he's doing his job well. 'show him how much you love it when he eats you out."
You're certain your grip on the counter is white at this point, any words you try to speak broken against your own moans until the feeling is overwhelming. You weren't sure how much longer you could last, however the answer is quickly provided when Peter gives another powerful suck while curling his fingers inside.
Crying out his name, you feel yourself finally come undone over his fingers and face. Your body shakes and you can't help lifting your hips into him in weak thrusts. He doesn't stop right away, instead catching your hips in his hands and pulling you into his face where he can easily kitten lick his share of your juices even if it leaves you whimpering.
It isn't until Peter stands to his feet that you can see what you've done, his jaw shining in the lights hanging above you both. Smirking, he shamelessly sticks his fingers into his mouth one at a time, sucking them off before kissing you again which allows you to taste yourself on his lips, too.
"Mmm, you taste wonderful, princess," he hums, pecking your forehead," but I'm ready for the main course, how about you? You took my fingers so well. 'think you can do that to my cock, too?"
"Please."
Peter chuckles before undoing his belt, letting his pants fall and pool at his ankles. His erection is clear in his boxers, a bit of precum visibly leaking onto the fabric. When he pulls this last remaining barrier of clothing down, his cock finally springs free and slaps his stomach.
You gulp, both out of desperation and slight worry. It's one thing to imagine what he looks like down there as you pump yourself with a measly two fingers, but it's a very different effect to see him in person like this. He's long and lean yet far bigger than just two fingers. A part of you wants to worry over this size, fearing the pain that will come from it regardless of what he's already done to make you slick. Of course, that's the quieter side of your head. Regardless of such silent worries, you lick your lips, dying for a taste.
With his cock in hand, Peter gives it a few pumps to prepare while caging you against the counter with his free hand. Despite the current situation including all the dirty things that have been said and done leading up to now, his voice is soft as he whispers in your ear," do you still want this, princess? We can keep it down to just you if you want."
"And leave you like that?" You whisper back, shivering at the sound of his cock sliding in his hand at a steady pace, and that's just it being coated in his own precum! What sinful sounds is it going to make pushed deep inside your slick?
"I could always finish myself off if-"
"-But I want you," you complain, placing a hand on the back of his head. Your fingers tangle in his hair, not applying any pressure but assuring he doesn't get any ideas of moving away," I want you inside me now. I want you to officially make me yours; all of me."
Peter moans lowly and you can feel his smooth tip barely poke against your folds," all of you, hmm? You want me to fuck your little pussy then?"
The tip pushes through only enough to run up and down through your folds, coating itself in leftover juices which makes you shiver again,"...break you open and pump you full of my big cock? Would you like that, princess?"
"Yes, I would, Peter. Please just fuck your wife already!" All he has to do is lean a little forward and he'll be in. Why must he tease like this?
"Atta girl."
You both moan when Peter finally pushes forward, his cock slipping into your pussy at a leisurely pace. Just as you expect, it burns a lot despite his fingers having already loosened you up. Such a feeling fills your eyes with tears which Peter brushes away with his thumbs kindly.
Whispering sweet words of encouragement along the way, he takes his time slowly sinking in until his balls reach your entrance, forbidding him from going any further," don't rush yourself, darling...Take your time and relax for me."
You whimper, your breath increasing as your pussy tries to adjust to his size, although it takes longer to get comfortable than you would like. Nevertheless, you listen to Peter's urges, waiting not so patiently for most of the stinging to subside before moving forward with the part you desire most.
Your husband groans when you weakly try to roll your hips against him, taking it as a sign to begin moving himself. Pulling out, he leaves just his tip in before slamming back into you again causing you to cry out in pleasure. With this, he begins the task of pumping into you as promised, starting out slow just to get you accustomed to the process.
With practice, your whines of discomfort become moans of pleasure ripped from the very depths of your lungs. Both of your arms wrap around him, digging into the back of Peter's suit which will more than likely need a special trip to the dry cleaners to get ironed out after the way you've been gripping onto the fabric (not that he minds one bit). Meanwhile, he keeps his own arms tightly around you to prevent you from being pushed too far back onto the counter by the force of his strong thrusts, instead keeping you trapped securely right where he can please you best on the edge.
"You're so damn tight, princess...So tight for me and only me. Does it feel good having your husband finally claim your pussy?
"Just." Thrust...
"Like." Thrust.
"You." Thrust!
"Planned!" THRUST!
Your nails scratch his skin with the same amount of pressure that your teeth bite into your lower lip with, trying to suppress the shameful smile his dirty words give," oh yes!"
Suddenly Peter stops and, for a split second, you fear that's a sign he came already, however before you can feel too disappointed over that, you realize the true reason for his pause.
"We're fucking busy!" He shouts angrily as the bathroom door only just begins to creak open.
This makes your heart leap both due to his livid tone and the fact that someone almost caught the two of you, although you're sure the woman probably feels worse given how quickly she slams the door with a horrified gasp. Surely she put two and two together hearing moans then a man's voice coming from inside the women's bathroom...Oh well.
You might've let the interruption ruin this otherwise perfect moment if not for Peter lifting you off the counter and, in one swift movement, bending you over it with your bare ass in the air towards him.
"Hands on the counter, princess," Peter orders and you happy oblige," now unless you have any objections, I'd like to continue where we left off from here."
While you eagerly slap your palms against the smooth surface, keeping yourself upright with your back purposefully arched in a beautiful way, your prepared posture falters immediately when Peter pushes into you roughly from behind.
No longer facing him, you must watch from the mirror in front of you to see just what your husband's up to back there (not that this is a bad sight). His eyebrows are furrowed in concentration, sweat beading on his forehead as he holds your hips into place with a powerful grip. A mix of swears and praises fall from his satisfied smirk, his lustful eyes drifting from the sight of his cock disappearing into your deep pussy then to the mirror where he can check on your own expression.
Honestly you're a complete mess; absolutely breathtaking. You can barely keep your eyes open let alone keep yourself upright on the counter, falling over nearly every time Peter thrusts into you. It isn't probably not all that ladylike to have so much drool dripping from your mouth which hangs open and sings admirations for the man doing this to you, but he's touched to hear such songs.
"Peter-!" You go to shout, shutting your mouth quickly to muffle the sound in fear of someone else hearing. Even assuming that woman didn't go spread the news about Peter Parker currently fucking the soul out of his wife in the bathroom, others are bound to know the difference between an angry wife and a very happy one when they hear it themselves.
Despite your thoughtfulness towards keeping this show private, Peter seems to have a different idea, reaching forward to pull your hair. It might've been his idea of being dominant, however it feels more like he's running his hand through your hair instead of actually pulling it. Damn him and his caring nature right now!
"Don't be shy. Tell them exactly who's fucking you, princess. 'make them regret ever doubting you."
You whimper.
"You about to cum again already, sweetheart? Damn, do you love your husband's thick cock that much that you can barely last?" Peter mocks, his thrusts getting harder," come on, princess. You deserve this. Cum for your husband and let everyone hear you do it!"
"PETER, MMM!" You don't need to be told twice. By the time Peter finishes his sentence, you're already letting loose over his cock. You both moan, you for the feeling of being so full and loved while Peter moans for the feeling of your tight pussy hugging around him so delicately; a perfectly fit just as he imagined you'd be for him.
Crossing your arms against the counter, you use them as a pillow to rest your head on as you sigh pleasantly. Once catching your breath, you glance over your shoulder with a tired smile in preparation to praise Peter, however that apparently has to wait.
Before you can process it, he's sneaking one of his hands around your front, his fingers searching blindly for something which he knows he's found by the way you raise your head against with a loud gasp.
"Peter, what are-?"
"-One more time, princess. I want you to cum one more time for me, please," his leans completely over your arched back, pressing against you until his teeth are able to nibble your ear lobe.
"I-I don't know if I can-can," you mewl, unable to help the movement of your legs as they prance in place. You're still so sensative from your last two orgasms yet Peter wants a third?
Thinking about it now, you're certain those first two orgasms were your strongest ever. Hell, maybe you've never actually orgasmed before if it's supposed to feel like that. Never have you felt anything near those powerful waves of pleasure when playing with yourself, so if Peter's feeling anything like you right now, you can understand why he's suddenly addicted, but can you really survive a third?
"You can do this, sweetheart. It'll be quick. Just one more so that I can cum with you this time. Don't you want to learn what it's like to have a man's stuff himself inside you?"
So dirty.
"...But if you're really that tired, you can rest. I can finish myself like I said earlier. Just tell me what you prefer."
Hmm, so many options? Try for another orgasm, let him finish himself off and possibly cum elsewhere on your body. Hell, you're not against the idea of blowing him either.
"I'm waiting for the green light, princess."
You moan at his breath in your ear," go-go ahead...b-but I can't guarantee I'll be able to walk out of here."
"I'll carry you then," Peter smirks before mercilessly playing with your swollen ball of nerves, swirling around it with his thumb while slowly starting his thrusts up again.
You can't bother to keep your head up this time, resting it on your arms while allowing Peter to do as he pleases. He deserves it anyways with how good he's been making you feel for your first time.
He uses his free arm to wrap around your stomach, pulling you into him until there's no space left. Your back is completely pressed to his, his pelvis smacking against your ass as his cock buries itself into your slick folds at a rapid rate that has you screaming his name in no time.
You're so sensitive, your pussy feeling stretched to its limit while your clit's overwhelmed, but you don't want it to end. If you could, you'd stay like this the entire night, however realistically, you won't be able to last too much longer from now. Peter won't either. Soon, his own moans are matching the volume of yours, his grip tightening over you yet his naughty hand losing its persistent rate rubbing your blub.
Letting his head fall forward, Peter bites then kisses your shoulder sobbly," you-you feel that, princess? My cock...twitching inside you? I'm getting close...Mmm...'can't last much longer..."
Oh, you feel it alright. Even if you didn't, you could tell just by the way his face is screwed in the mirror. Peter's unraveling, reaching his own breaking point just as you are.
"I-I'ma...too," using whatever strength you have left, you push your ass against him, giving weak thrusts to help him along as you feel yourself beginning to cum once more. This time you have tears in your eyes, enough to roll down your cheeks as you shout into the air without any regard as to who might hear it," PETER! F-FUCK!"
The deep groan behind you is the only warning you have a split second before you shiver at the feeling of something foregin filling your insides. It's warm and thick, coating your walls beautiful if only you could see it.
Peter's thrusts shutter, both of his hands hurrying to steady himself by grabbing hold of your hips. He holds you to his leaking cock, giving it a few good thrusts to make sure he fills you completely, pushing his seed deep inside. You feel cold and empty when he finally pulls out with a sigh, although there's some satisfaction in his hand covering your entrance immediately afterwards.
"Such a good girl...So full of my cum," Peter whispers happily, using his fingers to push back in any of his thick liquids that seep out of your aching folds. If it weren't for your birth control, something tells you you'd definitely be pregnant after this, but if the process is this nice, maybe that's not a terrible idea someday.
You refuse to let go of the counter, using it as support to turn around and face your husband while still catching your breath. The first thing you do is look down, confirming for yourself that beads of white cum cover your pussy's entrance even around his hand. As for his cock, it's already starting to rise again despite being slick in your juices and his own cum along the sides.
"How...-" You inhale tiredly with a teasing smile,"-are you still hard after all that?"
"That's what happens when you have such a gorgeous wife. I could go all night if she asked," Peter leans forward, wrapping his arms tightly around you and pressing a needy kiss to your lips. Judging on how desperatly he claims your mouth, one would think he hasn't kissed you in ages and defintely didn't just get done fucking the life out of you.
His cock presses against your inner thigh, something that would've made you wet again if not for your three orgasms having turned your legs into jelly. There's no way you can go for more when you can barely stand straight on your own.
"Lift me onto the counter?" You ask into the kiss, Peter happily obliging.
You can't tell if it feels better to be sitting down with how much your pussy and lower back burn, however at least you're steady enough as you wrap your arms around Peter's shoulders, pulling him into another kiss.
He's the one to eventually pull away, his hands covering your cheeks as he carefully looks your face over with a hint of worry in his eyes," I didn't get too rough, did I?"
"Not at all. I loved it," you confirm, pecking his lips," I love you."
Peter smiles at this, letting his hands fall back around you," I love you, too, princess...and I hope you know that now without a doubt. Never let anyone make you think differently."
"And what if I want another lesson to prove it?"
"Sweetheart, you can have this without the 'lesson' part anytime you desire."
"...Then how about more tonight? I need some rest, but I'm not against the idea of taking care of you in the car ride back- if you want that is," you offer against his ear, running a hand down Peter's chest while giving his necktie a suggestive tug in the process.
Needing no other options, Peter makes quick work in lifting you up bridal style and demanding the first guard he crosses outside of the bathroom to start the car. It might not be exactly as you planned earlier, but you're certain tonight is going to be even better than what you dreamed.
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Starcrossed lovers (Reader x Peter Parker) NWH
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Summary: You & Peter were in love till he lost you. Pulled through a portal he did not expected to meet you again on a different earth. When the battle against Green Goblin in upon them has Peter a chance to forgive himself but at what cost? [ part 2 & part 3 & part 4 & part 5 ]
“I’ve got you, I’ve got you Y/n.” – Peter breathed out. Some electricity flickered dangerously above his head. You gasped loud looking up to him. Feet dangling in the air as his hand in yours was the only thing holding you in place. – “Peter…” – you said anxiously. The broken insides of the construction site clear. In the midst of the building you were hanging. Your life literally in Peter’s hand.
He himself hung stuck on a support bar made of metal with only his web. You gasped again hearing the construction site tremble. Feeling as if the place was coming down any second. You looked down at the gaping hole ready to swallow you whole. – “Don’t… don’t look down Y/n.” – Peter said with a clenched expression.
He felt his hand sweat underneath his suit, hoping it wouldn’t lose his grip on you. The construction site shook again, trembling and breathing as it disturbed the peace. Peter and you bounced a bit trying to stay steady. – “Peter!” – you called out wanting him to look at you. Peter was panting, holding onto you with every might. He looked down at you seeing the fear in your eyes. Yet there was also something else hiding in your eyes. Acceptance? Peter felt his hand slip in yours, making him groan loud. It made your feet dangle more knowing he couldn’t hold you any longer
You knew as good as anyone that Peter couldn’t save the both of you. It was him or you. It was an easy choice to make. The world needed spiderman, but the world didn’t need Y/n Y/l/n. It was an easy choice. You or him. You slowly closed your eyes, squeezing them gently shut as a single tear rolled down your cheek. Peter groaned again as he felt his grip falter on you. – “I’ll… I’ll figure something out Y/n.” – Peter said looking around to see how he was going to get out of here.
“I have to!” – Peter shouted at himself as you slowly opened your eyes once more. – “Peter I love you.” – you said making him look down at you. His eyes widened finally seeing the meaning in your eyes. You opened your hand, letting it lean back so his grip faltered.
Your hand slipped out of his as you descended into the abyss. – “No!” – Peter shouted releasing his web. You were falling. Peter diving after you, reaching his hand out to you. A web shot out aiming at you in the hopes of catching you. Your eyes were glossy from the held in tears. The wind catching you like hands trying to ease your fall. Peter’s web reached and attached itself to your stomach. He called it out trying to lift you up but the ground was reaching faster. Faster then he could’ve pulled you up. Your back smacked against the hard floor, bouncing off. It was fast. Quicker than falling asleep. Red crimes blood staining the hard floor. Peter landed beside you, picking you up carefully. For his pain could never be healed.
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“Just think of Peter!” – you called out slightly annoyed. – “Okay, okay.” – Ned replied jumpy as you were making him nervous. – “Just hold on.” – he added moving away from you. MJ sighed loud with a shake of her head. – “I need to concentrate for this.” – he told you. – “Then concentrate.” – you answered bitsy. MJ got up grabbing you by the shoulders. – “Give him some space.” – she said pulling you backwards away from Ned. You surrendered holding your hands up. – “I’ll won’t say a thing.” – you told her as MJ sat you down. – “Here have a cookie.” – she slid the tiny plate with cookies closer to you.
Cookies Ned’s grandma had made. You didn’t want to accept one as MJ took one and forced it into your hand. With one stern glance of her, she forced you to remain silent and eat it. Ned wiggled his shoulders to prepare himself like a boxer would before entering the ring. He moved his fingers in front of him, closing his eyes. – “Think of Peter Parker. Think of Peter Parker.” – he mumbled to himself. Slowly little orange flickers appeared in the midst of his grandma’s living room. MJ’s eyes widened as the orange sparks increased. Tumbling in a spiralling way as they grew wider.
Creating an opening. Your eyes widened as well making you drop your cookie out of shock. The portal opened more as you could look into an alleyway. A figure unclear. – “Peter! Hey Peter!” – Ned called out. The figure turned around pointing confused at himself. – “Peter come’ on!” – Ned urged not knowing how long he could open this portal. The figure approached jumping through the portal. – “It worked.” – MJ said looking at spiderman. The spiderman looked from Ned to MJ, then his eyes fell on you. It made him take off his mask, hoping his eyes weren’t deceiving him.
Ned and MJ gasped loud. – “Who are you?” – Ned asked loud. It drew spiderman’s attention away from you. – “I’m Peter.” – he said friendly. – “No, we are looking for Peter… Peter Parker.” – MJ stated looking suspiciously at him. – “My name is Peter Parker.” – his gaze going back to you. MJ furrowed her brows looking back at you confused. – “No, our Peter is spiderman.” – Ned addressed. – “I am spiderman.” – Peter replied looking briefly at Ned. MJ grabbed a bagel throwing at Peter.
Peter furrowed his brows, moving his hands away, gesturing why. – “I wanted to test your spider tingle.” – she told him. – “I have the spider tingle just not for bread.” – he told her. You snorted loud finding it very funny. Hearing you laugh made Peter’s face light up. – “We summoned the wrong Peter.” – Ned said out loud making you get up. You brushed past MJ and Ned coming over to Peter.
You started circling around Peter taking a close look at him. When you came to the front and your eyes met, you smiled sheepishly. – “Hi.” – you said softly. – “Hi…” – Peter replied with a saddened smile. You lifted his arm up, going underneath it as you examined his suit. Went around his back to the side, taking his other arm. You faced his palm up checking his spider webs.
You pressed on it accidently gluing your fingers to his device. You chuckled sheepishly. – “Sorry.” – you spoke. Peter smiled till his smile faltered having been brought back to a memory. He remembered when you had done the exact same thing once. He pulled the web of your fingers, freeing you. – “He seems real enough to me.” – you told MJ and Ned. Peter who had put his mask between his teeth, raised his arms in a way of telling MJ and Ned he was telling the truth. He pulled his mask out of his mouth with a smile. MJ still had her suspicion on him. – “Don’t mind MJ, she is a bit untrusting towards people.” – you told Peter.
“That’s okay.” – Peter answered almost saying your name. It almost blurted out so naturally he had missed saying it. Ned took a deep breath. �� “Alright attempt number two.” – he prepared himself again for another go. Peter stepped aside joining your side. He watched Ned swirl his hand in a circle to open another portal. – “I’m Y/n.” – you told him making him look back at you. – “I know…” – he whispered saddened. You quirked up your eyebrow. Peter kept staring at you, unable to grasp that you were standing here beside him.
If he could, he would’ve grabbed you and kissed you like his life depended on it. It hurt, hurt being so vividly reminded of the loss of you in his world. It felt like a blessing that he got to speak to you again, yet it felt bittersweet knowing you were from somewhere else. A different earth. – “So uhm…” – Peter began half watching Ned’s attempts to open another portal. – “Peter… your Peter are you… his…” – Peter felt ridiculous and silly for even asking it.
He just wanted to know if his alternative Peter was yours. You picked up on it, laughing loud. – “Oh no, I’m just a friend. MJ is Peter’s girlfriend.” – you nudged with your head at MJ. – “Okay…” – he whispered out with a saddened smile. A new portal opened as a second person walked out, claiming to be Peter Parker as well. MJ sighed disappointed as Ned could only chuckle awkwardly.
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“Can the spiderman come out to play?” – all three Peter’s turned their head at the familiar voice. Green Goblin riding his hoverboard as he unleashed his green bombs. They were coming towards the building aiming for Dr. Strange. Doc Oc’s attached arms grabbed them out of the air, protecting Dr. Strange. They exploded in his metal grip. Stephen gasped when Green Goblin flew by, grabbing the cube from him.
Peter, the Peter from this earth turned his head in shock. Doc Oc flung a metallic arm at him, taking a hold of the hoverboard. Green Goblin was being held in place making him look surprised back. Strange flung a whip to Green Goblin taking back the cube. It hovered between his hands as he sighed relieved. Green Goblin turned snapping off one of Doc Oc’s arms. Doc Oc cursed in pain with frustration. The cube slowly turned in Stephan’s hand as all three Peter’s widened their eyes.
All seeing the green bomb ball inside the cube. – “Strange no!” – Peter one shouted holding his hand out. The bomb exploded releasing the magic inside it with blasts as two spheric rings blasted through the building. The entire building shook as it made you stumble out of balance, knocking into Ned. Ned, MJ and you were a few levels below, unaware of what was happening up there. The heavy shield destined for the statue of liberty released from it’s position.
With a heavy weight it scorched a way down the building. Breaking everything in it’s wake. The platform you were on shook immensely. Even shifted as you lost your balance. Making you stumble backwards as your arms flayed around for any balance. You tipped over the edge with a loud scream. Ned unable to grab you in time as he clutched onto a pipe, nearly falling down himself.
Your scream was hearable till the top. Making all three Peter’s look up with worry. Peter, Peter three was the first one to react. His scream deafened out as he leaped off the building. Not again. Why was he tormented like this again? Having to relive the moment he lost you. Your hands grabbing for any support. Peter dived down getting pulled back to the memory of where he had seen you fall before. The way you had shown acceptance in your eyes.
Yet your eyes were different. Full of fear. Only fear, no acceptance. He came at you with speed, determination on his mind. Not again. No more he would let you fall. He opened his arms, wrapping them tightly around you as the impact made you twirl in the air. Peter shot out a web as it stuck to a metal bar. His falling slowed down as he landed swiftly on his feet with you in his arms.
Shocked you were panting. Thinking you might have been done for it. Peter was panting too, looking quickly at you. – “Are… are you okay?” – he asked. You nodded vigorously, keeping your hands around his neck. – “Yeah… I’m okay.” – you breathed out shakily. Peter felt himself tear up. – “Are… are you okay?” – you asked seeing how emotional he had become. He nodded with a saddened face. – “I am now…” – he answered letting his forehead rest against yours. He set you down on the ground, holding you by your waist.
Knowing how shaky you still are from the fall. Peter sobbed loud, wrapping his arms tightly around you. – “I caught you. I caught you Y/n.” – he said making you hug him firmer. – “You did.” – you whispered to him, leaving a kiss against his cheek. Peter pulled himself a bit back from the hug, wiping some hair out of your face. He chuckled out a smile between his sobs seeing you alive in his arms.
You kissed Peter again on the cheek, feeling as if you had known him your entire life. Your kiss felt bittersweet as he knew he couldn’t keep you forever. You weren’t from his earth so he couldn’t bring you back. Peter tilted your head leaving a kiss on your forehead. – “Stay out of sight and save.” – he said giving you a slight nudge into a direction. – “I will.” – you told him, going into hiding.
Peter looked back at you, wishing he could keep you, but he couldn’t. His feelings for you had never died out. It hurt, yet it hurt good that he was able to love you a little longer. Hang onto you that little longer to be able to forgive himself. If he could he would take you with him. Knowing you were save on another earth pleased him. Yet he would do anything to try and find a way to be reunited with you again. Even if it meant dying in the process. He couldn’t live without you. You were his entire world.
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A Moment Of Everything
Summary: Peter Parker x Fe!Reader -> You and Peter have never gotten along, but can two nights in Florence change things for good?
Disclaimer: Swearing, fluff, angst. Mentions of blood and wounds. I was watching The Proposal last night and got inspired. Enemies to Lovers. See this for whichever Spider-Man you wish. HAPPY NEW YEAR!
You knew things had to change eventually.
Yourself and Peter couldn’t go your whole lives hating one another.
You just didn’t expect it to change quite so much.
It had all started one night when you were on a mission with each other.
Two days in Florence, Italy. You were both sent to monitor a suspect. And, like usual, Peter was off with you. He didn’t seem too happy about having to share a bed at the hotel. And, even though he didn’t particularly like talking to you, he would still do it. Only, that night, he didn’t.
When he didn’t have to talk to you, he wouldn’t. He wouldn’t even look at you.
So, the night before you were expected to fly back home, you called him out on it.
He didn’t listen to you. He simply walked away from you. He followed the guy and you had to go with his plan. Whatever his plan was, you had to guess.
Only, the suspect got away.
“We’ll find him again.”
Peter just grunted.
“Peter.”
Nothing.
“Peter!”
Again, nothing.
“Jesus Fucking Christ! Peter!” He finally slowed down and looked at you. “What the hell is your fucking problem?! I get you don’t like me, but we’re meant to be together in this!”
“We are together in this.”
You couldn’t help but scoff. “Bull-shit. You have done nothing but ignore me this entire trip. If you have a problem with me, you can just say it. Where are you going now? Or am I not allowed to know that either.”
“Back to the hotel. Not like you’d tell me.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
You tried running to catch up with him.
“Nothing.”
“No, go ahead. Tell me.”
Soon enough you both made it back to the hotel and inside the room before the conversation continued.
“Tell me, Peter. I can take it.”
“No, you can’t.”
“You don’t know me-”
“You’re right! I don’t!” Peter turned around and looked at you, forcing you to stop in your tracks.
“I don’t know you! I don’t know anything about you! Because you don’t share anything.”
“Well, excuse me for wanting to keep my life a little private.”
“A little?!” Peter raised his eyebrows and scoffed. “A little private is not telling your co-workers where you're going when you say you’re going on holiday. A little private is not showing them a thousand pictures of your new puppy. Your life is anything but a little private.”
Clearly, he had more to say so you waited. And you didn’t have to wait long.
Sighing, Peter rubbed his forehead for a moment before looking back at you.
“I have known you for almost ten years and you have told me less than three things about yourself. And yet, an hour before we leave to come here, Hank from the Biology lab does…what? Flirts with you for five minutes, tells you his coffee order and you’re practically marrying the guy!”
“Peter, that’s none- Is this what has been bothering you since we left? This?! Just because I decided to talk to a guy and tell him about my day…why does it bother you so much that I don’t talk about myself?”
“Because I am meant to be your teammate. You have known me for almost ten years and never once have I hid anything from you. We are meant to trust one another. It doesn’t matter if you don’t like me or if I didn’t like you, what matters is that you trust me, and that I trust you. This partnership is meant to go both ways.”
You didn’t know what to say. You just kept looking at Peter. It looked like the world had been lifted off his shoulders whilst he also started beating himself up over what he just said. His chest was heaving and for a moment, you thought he was gonna walk towards you but instead, he took a step back.
“I’m going for a shower.”
When the door closed behind him, it took you a moment to gather yourself.
You couldn’t deny that he had a point. Maybe you hadn’t told him as much as you could have done, especially for being teammates for almost a full decade. But it wasn’t like he didn’t have his faults in it, too.
Maybe instead of ignoring you and only talking to you when he needed to, you might have warmed to him more rather than seen him as a stand-offish person who you would trust to save your life, but wouldn’t trust to put it on the edge first.
After twenty minutes, Peter emerged from the bathroom, freshly washed, clothed and ready for bed. He put away his dirty clothes and put his wash bag back in his bag before climbing under the covers that lay at the bottom of the bed.
He hadn’t said anything when you both arrived at the hotel late at night. Just took some sheets out of the cupboard and put them on the floor. When you entered the room, you said he was being ridiculous.
He just said the bed was too soft for him and that he wouldn’t sleep.
After an hour of back and forth over you telling him just to get into the bed, since it was big enough for a family of five, never mind two, he still decided to stay on the floor.
As you lay in bed, listening to the distant noises of the city, you tossed and turned before settling on your back. But you still couldn’t sleep.
Then you heard Peter.
He was tossing and turning, too.
Eventually, you heard him sigh in annoyance of sleep not taking over him.
So, wrestling with your own mind, you spoke up.
“I like Greek Mythology.”
A few seconds passed and then; “What?”
You faltered for a moment before speaking up again.
“I-I like Greek Mythology. I always have.” you said before explaining, taking your time. “When I was five, my grandmother gave me some of her old books. In the pile was a kids illustrated version of Greek Gods and Goddesses. I was obsessed. And I mean, obsessed.”
You laughed a little as you explained your obsession with Greek Mythology to him. Meanwhile, from the floor and out of sight from you, he smiled. He couldn’t even think of when he’d heard a smile in your voice. Never mind a laugh.
It was once of the sweetest sounds he’d ever heard.
“For three halloween’s in a row, I went as a different Goddess.”
You fell silent for a moment in the memory before you started to speak again.
“I hate coffee. I try it once every year and it’s always the same. Absolutely disgusting.” you chuckled a little. “I spent every summer away from home at Camp where I ran a book club. I watch Rom-Coms when I’m sad because they make me feel better. My favourite flowers are blue tulips. I don’t watch thrillers because they remind me too much of work. And, I haven’t told anyone this much…ever.”
Only as you finished did you realise how much you had told him. And you felt a pang of anxiety in the pit of your stomach as Peter remained silent.
“Are you still there?”
Peter swallowed thickly and nodded his head, despite the fact you couldn’t see him. “Y-yeah. I’m here. Just…processing.”
“Okay.”
That conversation had been just over eight months before you got a knock at your apartment window one evening.
You had taken a couple weeks off work since you hadn’t taken any vacation days…ever. Barton had practically banned you from the building for two weeks.
The rain had been pouring over the city and, with all your work finished, you had rushed out and got some supplies before sitting in front of your TV, watching one of the many rom-coms your DVD collection provided before pulling a few books from your shelves and reading through them.
At some point, you had fallen asleep, still fully dressed, under your blankets, listening to the quiet silence of your apartment as the rain hit the windows outside.
Only, rather than continuing to sleep throughout the night, you heard a continuous tapping.
So, leaning up with tired eyes, you looked around. The loose braid you had stuck your hair in had fallen out, your bobble being lost between the cushions somewhere.
The apartment was shrouded in darkness, save for the street lights outside still lighting small sections of your apartment.
Along came more tapping until finally you turned towards the sash window that lay by the fire escape.
You furrowed your eyebrows as you saw him through tired eyes.
Making your way over, you pushed the window open and Peter made his way inside.
“Sorry for waking you.”
You just grumbled and closed the window to stop the rain from flying in, though it didn’t stop the small puddle made by Peter who was practically soaked to the bone from the rain.
“Ah, so this is who I lost you to.” Peter said with a slight smirk as he spotted one of your Mythology books.
“Barton said I was banished from HQ until my vacation days were finished. What are you doing here at this time of night? What even is the time?”
“I didn’t know where to go, and you’re the only one who I trust to do the job well.”
“What job?”
Finally looking at Peter, you saw it.
His body, and his clothes, were splattered with blood. You couldn’t tell how much of it was his and how much of it could be somebody else's.
“You didn’t kill anyone did you?”
“No.” Peter answered. “They’re alright, just at the police station getting booked.”
You sighed as you took in even more of his wounds. “Alright. Meet me in the bathroom in two minutes. Give me your jacket.”
Peter removed it and you took it from him, including his grey hoodie.
“Bathroom?”
“Down the hall and to the right.”
Peter nodded and walked down whilst you headed into the kitchen and shoved his jackets into the washing machine and pressed start. Then, from the top cupboard, you pulled down your first-aid kit that contained everything from princess plasters, from when you had been looking after your neighbour's kid for two days, to a stitching kit.
Twenty minutes later, you had a basin full of warm, blood stained water, a once-clean face cloth covered in stains of blood and a grown Avenger sat on the edge of your bathtub, wincing every now and again and you cleaned him up.
“Remind me again why you came to me?”
You turned Peter’s head to face over your right shoulder as you cleaned a graze and cut just above his eyebrow.
“Because I trust you. And I didn’t feel like getting another lecture from Laura.”
“Ah,” you nodded and Peter laughed a little.
Then he hissed.
“Sorry, I'm almost finished with this one.”
“It’s okay.” Peter flicked his gaze to you a couple of times. “T-thank you for doing this.”
“What else would I have done? Kicked you back out of the window?”
“You could have done it. I did wake you up. Clearly I didn't learn my lesson from the first time.”
You chuckled. “Yeah, I guess I did nearly beat you up.”
What Peter meant was just over two months ago. You had both become friends of sorts. But, you had fallen asleep at your lab desk one night and Peter came in to wake you up and you nearly cursed him out so much that you even had him convinced he was an intruder trying to break into your home.
“But, if you hadn’t come to me, I probably would have cursed you out when I found out, anyway.”
“Found out?”
“You can’t hide anything from me, Peter. I know everything,” you joked.
“But do you?”
Peter’s question slipped from his tongue before he could stop himself, but you didn’t know what to do. So, your eyes turned from his and you tried your best to remain calm until you saw a large spot of blood coming through his black t-shirt.
You tried your best to get to the wound that was beneath it without him removing his shirt, but you both knew it was no use.
So, awkwardly asking him, he stood and you looked to him only to find him looking back.
Slowly, he removed his shirt, trying his best not to stain the rest of his body from the blood you had just cleaned away and for a moment, you were met with his body in front of you.
Most of the blood was coming from that one wound but the top of his arms now showed a little bruising, as well as his torso, though it was more healed than you thought it would have been.
Finding yourself staring for a little too long, you forced your gaze back to his face where he’d removed the shirt from over his head and lowered himself back down onto the edge of the tub, opening up his legs for you to stand between them once more.
Though, it was in that moment that you realised how close you had been standing to him this entire time.
“Th-This might sting a little.”
Peter nodded and you watched as he clenched his jaw and tried to suppress the grunt that tried to escape from him as you cleaned out the wound.
“You might need some stitches.” you mentioned. “I can do them here, though they might not be Laura standard.”
“I think I’ll survive.”
You nodded and tried your best to ignore the fact that Peter was looking at you as you looked for your stitching kit and began working.
In your peripheral vision, you could see some of his bruises already starting to heal, though some might take more than a couple hours.
Even with his adapted DNA.
“If you want, you can stay here for the night. I have a spare set of pyjamas if you need them.”
“You sure they’ll be my size?”
You laughed a little. “My, uh, my neighbour gave them to me. She bought a set for her husband but when they came they were too big for him. She told me to keep them in case I ever had someone…stay the night. They might be too big for you, too but they have a drawstring so…”
“Okay.”
You looked at him for a split second and then looked back to his wound with a small nod.
Soon enough you finished and stepped back to grab the face cloth before dipping it into a fresh basin of warm water to clean off the rest of his wounds that would heal soon enough.
“Thank you.”
“Anytime.”
As you looked at Peter when he stood, there was a moment of…everything.
Neither of you were moving, yet his eyes and your own spoke a thousand unspoken words between their gazes.
Without thinking, Peter lifted his hand to meet your own, allowing you to place the cloth down before he pulled you a little closer.
Your name left his lips in a small whisper, a plea, a wish of permission.
You felt yourself stand a little taller as his other hand came to your face, brushing the loose hair from your face, behind your ear.
His eyes continued to flick from your eyes to your lips, as yours did the same with him.
There was time for you to stop. For you to say no. And if you did, he would have stepped away and, most likely, would have apologised and left.
But you didn’t want that.
Each tantalising moment that passed, you wished for time to hurry up. For his lips to finally meet yours.
And once they did, there was no turning back.
At first it was soft, until you both became hungry for more.
Leaning in, your hands came to his neck to pull him closer to you.
Eventually, the kiss broke apart for a moment, your heads resting together, your eyes partly closed.
“Was that-”
“Just shut up and kiss me again.”
Peter chuckled a little before feeling your lips connect to his, allowing his hands to pull your body flush against his.
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I just know Peter Parker would eat you out like a man starved
Minors DNI. I mean it.
He'd start by kissing both your knees gently, little pecks so full of love and devotion
Then he'd open your legs a little. He'll place a kiss on the inside of your knee, a little sloppier and wetter
He can smell you and it consumes his thoughts. His mouth gets so watery just at the thought of your taste
He'll start placing more kisses on the inside of your thigh. He'll lick the skin, then suck on it to form a little bruise
The marks won't stay longer than a day but it's like a map to his meal
The inside of your thigh is sparkling with his saliva, and the closer he gets to your core, the sloppier his kisses
By the time he reaches your cunt, your upper inner thigh is dripping from his kisses
He'll look up at you with the biggest eyes, so full of admiration. He can't believe he has you, and that you're letting him do this
He'll kiss your mound, breathing in your scent until he's intoxicated
Then he'll move down to your clit, giving it little pecks
He'll kitten lick it while looking up at you, taking in every reaction and sound you make
Soon enough he can't take the teasing and just starts devouring your clit
He'll spit on it and slurp up his mess, hum against you because he loves your taste so much. The vibration is euphoric
He almost cums untouched in his pants when you grip his hair and practically ride his face
His tongue moves down to your entrance to suck up your leaking juices. You almost made a small puddle on the floor, but he's thirsty and didn't miss a drip
He has to snake an arm over your hips to keep you from moving too far from his mouth. It's a little too much and too little at the same time
Peter wants his fingers in you but that's for later so he's keeping them curled into your hip and thigh, flexing and gripping so hard its leaving bruises
Sometimes he won't pull back for breath until his vision is clouding over and he's getting lightheaded. He'll happily suffocate from eating you out. Tears fill his eyes from lack of oxygen
The sounds his mouth makes 😳🥵🥴
You couldn't feel embarrassed if you wanted to. His mouth is sucking the soul out of your body
His knees are screaming but he couldn't care less. This is his absolute favorite meal. The crease in his eyebrows telling you he's concentrating so hard
He creates a suction with his mouth and licks your clit. It has you pulling his hair and arching your back
This man is seeing Heaven when he looks up and sees your face in pure bliss
When you cum, he uses his thumb to rub circles on your clit so his can lick up your juices. He doesn't stop until you force him away from overstimulation
Then he's licking his lips from anything that remained
He'll give you a minute or two before he's on you again for round two. This time he'll fuck you with his fingers
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Y/N: "So if you guys are the Spidermen." *He looks at all three versions of Peter Parker. He turns to the three women in Spider-like attire* "Are you the Spiderwomen? The Spider Girls? Spider Ladies? Spiderettes? Spiderbabes?"
Anya: "Can I please punch him?"
Julia: "Not in public."
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[PETER]: I can't reach that either. It's the fiftieth time you ask, (Y/N).
[Y/N]: Please! You're taller than me!
[PETER]: No, I'm not!
[Y/N]: PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEA-
[PETER]: FINE *shoots his web at the cookie jar to drop it in Y/N's hands*
[Y/N]: HAH. I KNEW YOU WERE SPIDER-MAN.
[PETER]: WHAT?
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Poor Spider-Man…
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pinky promises. reads to you. star wars marathons. soft boy. cuddly boy. buys you flowers all the time. visiting pet shop together. random scientific facts pretty much every day. smells like coconut. he hates coffee. loves cinnamon rolls. loves seeing you in dresses. swinging around the city. promise ring. soft kisses on your forehead. would annotate books for you. swiftie swiftie swiftie. loves lakes?? prefers mountains over beach. can't stop talking when he's nervous. sunsets are his favourite place. with you ofc.
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𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐮𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 ~ 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 𝟕𝟗𝟓
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: (𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝) 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐦 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞?
𝐚/𝐧: 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐦 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐢 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐦!𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞
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The library was particularly quiet due to the time of day. It was a Friday night, and most other students were out with friends or already home for study week. Campus, let alone the library was practically empty, excluding you and your boyfriend Peter. The two of you sat nestled in a quiet and cosy corner of the library, noses buried in textbooks and loose papers with notes scribbled on them.
“Careful. Our papers are getting mixed up.” Peter spoke for the first time in an hour, his tone soft despite the fact that there was no one else around. You looked up at him, before following his gaze to the messy pile of papers on the desk.
“Trust me, I think we’ll be able to tell which ones are mine and which ones are yours..” You teased, holding up one of your papers alongside his. Your writing, despite the long day of jotting notes, remained neat and colour coded. Peter’s, however, had gradually gotten more and more illegible as the day went on. At this point, it just looked like a page full of scribbles with the occasional streak of white out or something highlighted in yellow.
Peter looked at the two pages you held up, his eyes widening at the difference. “I didn’t realise how messy I got. But I mean, if I can read it, it works.”
“Can you read it?” You joked, putting the papers down. Peter rolled his eyes in response, though he remained grinning from ear to ear.
“No need to take shots at me. Maybe you’re cranky from all the reading. How about I quiz you?” He questioned, putting his pen down.
You groaned, throwing your head back. “I hate when you quiz me. I forget everything.”
“Why’s that?” He inquired, though he knew exactly why. How could you think of anything when he was fixated on you, praising you with kind words when you did get the answers right? And when you’d get things wrong, he’d shake his head, tutting in disappointment at your answer. Embarrassment would pool in your stomach, and the tips of your ears would burn, but he’d always reassure you that you’d get it next time.
When you didn’t answer his question, he spoke again. “How about I sweeten up the deal? Every time you get an answer right, I’ll give you a kiss.”
“Fine. Deal.” You spoke, fighting back the smile that was pulling at your lips.
He grabbed your textbook, turning to the mini quiz page. “Alright. First question. “Who is known as the ‘father of cinema’?”
“Come on, Peter. That’s too easy. Give me something harder.”
“That’s what she said.” He grinned.
“Shut up.” You rolled your eyes, elbowing his side playfully.
“Hey, do you want a kiss or not? Give me an answer.”
“The Lumière brothers.”
“That’s right.” He leaned over, planting a soft kiss against your lips. Before you could even savour it, he pulled away. “Next. What was the standard frame rate for silent films in the early years of cinema?”
“Sixteen frames per second.”
“See? The studying has paid off.” He nodded approvingly, giving you another peck.
He continued quizzing you for a while, and it was true that your studying had paid off. You were on fire, with a streak of nine correct in a row. You found that it was easier to remember the answers if you just didn’t make eye contact. Or look at him at all. “Which 1902 film directed by George Méliès is considered one of the first narrative films?” Peter asked.
“Uh…” You paused for a moment, thinking.
“You know this, Y/n. Come on. You can do it.”
After a few seconds, the answer returned to your mind. “A Trip to the Moon!” You exclaimed, relieved that your streak lasted for the entirety of the quiz.
Peter smiled, cupping your cheek with his hand. “My smart girl. See? I told you, you’d get it.”
You leaned in this time, connecting your lips and letting them linger for a moment longer than the times before. Peter smiled into the kiss, before pulling away to look at you.
“I say we take a well deserved coffee break and then get back to it.”
“Peter, we’ve been studying all day. I think we should just call it a night.” You whined.
“I’m not even halfway through the content. The workload of biophysics is gruelling, sweetheart. But if you want to head home and get some rest, I’ll walk you back.”
“No, it’s okay. I’ll stay with you.” You shook your head. “Besides, I’ll have to quiz you next. But let's get coffee first.”
“Oh, great. We’ll see how that goes.” He chuckled, packing your things for you. “Off to Starbucks we go.”
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𝐚/𝐧: 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐞
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Spiderman definitely has a thing for bondage!!!
a/n please note that this is not about marvel peter park (tom Holland) as he is 16 and does not progress in age. Please don't bash me about this as I am making a statement before I posted this !!!
Spiderman, aka Peter Parker was your boyfriend of three years, and he had told you two years in that he was Spiderman. He couldn't really hide it well, he always came home beaten up and you'd fix him up.
Peter was having an especially hard day today. A villain had gone berserk today, robbing bank after bank and peter just couldn't seem to catch up.
So after fighting the villain for so long, he had come home beaten up, just wanting to rest in the warm crevice of your pussy. He didn't even wanna fuck, just wanted to eat you out for a couple hours.
But when he came home, and you fixed him up, you refused to let him anywhere near you or your body. "Peter, as much as I fuckin' love you, I can't keep fixing you up after every beaten. I'm tired of it. Either stop getting hurt, or go to someone else to patch you up." You huffed, crossing your leg over your right leg. You were dressed in that silky nightgown he had gifted for you, and it turns him on so much seeing it on you.
Peter just groaned slightly, feeling his cock stir alright. "Baby please.. just a bit? I just wanna taste.. just need it baby.." peter begged, getting on his knees to sit in front of you. His eyes half lidded, a prominent pout on his now glossy lips he had just licked.
That's how you ended up... Your hands webbed to the headboard, your legs thrown over his shoulder as he pounded into you, his fingers pulling and flicking at your nipples. All you could do was cry, fat tears running down your cheeks as your cunt clenched and spasmed around his thick cock.
Peter wasn't exceptionally big per day, he was 5 inches with an upward bent, but god was he thick in girth. It was so girthy and delicious, it made you cum so hard your legs would shake. And that's how we liked it.
"fuck, I just wanted to eat you out, mama.. but you just have to be so fuckin' bratty, huh?" He growled, on of his hands leaving your nipples and gripped your waist, slamming his cock deeper into you. Your jaw was slacked, drool dripping and eyes rolled back.
He was just so.. deliciously thick, it was hard not to cum. And he could tell by the way your cunt was suddenly squeezing, the way your cunt shifted from not so tight to tight told him you were close. "Don't you fuckin' cum, bratty bitch. You wanna be a brat? You can get treated like one." He whispered, slicking the sweat off your neck and bit down lightly, licking at the indented teeth marks.
You couldn't help but clench at his threat, and the thrusts he was giving? It was to much !! You came with a broken moan, your legs tightened and closing around his neck. That made him stop.
You panted, the sticky residue of salty tears on your cheeks and his deepening glare at you only fueled you. His hand suddenly landed on your neck, tightening so you could barely breathe, but wouldn't pass out.
"Dirty girl, how could you not listen to me? It was such a clear instructions.. I guess we'll keep going, and this time I'll make sure you don't cum."
Reposts are appreciated !!! Thank you for reading :))
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My Friend Spider-man
Pt 2: Opportunity
(Spider-man x reader)
Warnings: None
Pt 1
A new day has begun.
The sun is shining, and the horns of New york traffic are blaring through your balcony glass doors. Lazily, you detangle yourself from your blankets and push off the mattress for a nice refreshing shower before your roommate could wake up and steal all of the warm water for himself.
You sit in the shower, letting the water run down your back. As you sat in the tub, you got to thinking about how you would go about scoring that interview. You were stumped, nothing came to mind…Unless—
BANG BANG BANG!!!
Sudden bangs break your thoughts.
“Yo! Are you alive in there? If you are, hurry up I gotta get going. - And don’t you steal all the hot water!” Your roommate Mikey shouts into the thin bathroom door.
“Shut up, I’ll be out in a sec!” You shout back reaching for the shower handle and shutting it off.
After a rushed routine, you exit the bathroom already glaring at the man in front of you.
“Geez finally” He huffs, towel and his clothes under his arm.
“Can’t you shower at your girlfriend’s place?” You ask as he pushed past you. But he slams the door in your face not even bothering to respond.
Quickly you get dressed in your most professional outfit. Readying your bag and notepad you made sure to also bring an audio recorder just in case. A ping from your phone grabs your attention. It was Peter.
Peter: Sorry, Can’t meet up with you today got busy. :(
A heavy sigh leaves your lips when you read the first few words. Peter just always seemed to get busy at the worst moments possible.
You: That’s fine. say hi to Aunt May for me
Peter: Will do. Sorry again.
Shaking your head you stuff your phone into your pocket, grabbed a quick breakfast, and went out into the city streets.
You tapped your pen on your chin, looking over your notes on how to grab the Spider’s attention.
You contemplated jumping into traffic but that was too risky.
Getting robbed was an option though there was no way you could properly set that up and turn it into an opportunity without getting flustered.
Maybe standing on the roof of a building… but he might get the wrong idea.
“Hmm…” You hummed to yourself. How the hell does Peter do it? Always at the right spot at the right time you supposed.
The right spot…
You stop in your tracks and looked over to an alley similar to the one from yesterday.
A smirk appeared on your face as you walked into the entrance “Just a holler and you’ll come swinging right spider-man? Well… We’ll see how true to your word you actually are.” You say and placed yourself right in the middle of the alley grabbing your notepad a pen and activating the audio recorder before abandoning the bag.
Quickly you scan the area to make sure it’s free of people.
“AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!! SPIDER-MAN!!! HELP!! HELP ME!!!”
You shout using every breath of air you could store in your lungs. The enclosed space made the screams echo back to you, you tried your best to make the plea as realistic as possible. People that walked past shot you strange looks making you feel slightly embarrassed. After a few seconds, You tapped your foot impatiently “Guess not–.”
“Y’now, when I said give me a holler. I mean when there’s a real emergency” The voice behind you made you scream and turn around.
“Holy shit you actually did!”
The famous hero looks around the alley spotting your bag and the audio recorder on top of it. He shakes his head and turns it off.
“Ma’am I respect the dedication to your work, but I don’t think this is how you get an interview. Someone else might—”
He stopped suddenly, you took out your notepad and pen and walked towards him more.
“I would like just a few minutes Spider-man, just a few questions. I won’t be long. I swear.”
“...”
When you were met with silence your shoulders drop. “I’m sorry. It’s just You’ve inspired so many including myself and I just wanted to—”
Suddenly Spider-man grabbed your arms and pulled you with him into the air. At the same time a log arm smashed into nearby buildings and large pieces of gravel fell into the alley you were just standing in.
You gasped and yelped clinging onto the hero, arms tightly wrapped around his neck. As he swung around the giant metal arm grabbed his leg and pulled him along with you in the complete opposite direction. Everything was so fast and blurry, quickly you felt him protect your head as his back smashed into a building. He stuck to the wall while holding your waist. He crawled around the building, there was a ledge and he set you down on it.
“I’ll come back, just stay here.” you nod at his words but your ears rang and your mind was cloudy making everything dizzy, not even noticing when he jumped off the ledge. You forced yourself to not look down.
You sat as close to the wall as possible hugging your legs. Heavily breathing and struggling to keep up with your rapid heartbeat.
—
After what felt like hours you no longer heard crashing and banging, the sound of gravel faded away and the shaking stopped. You look around for any sign of the web-slinging hero, you huddle into yourself keeping all your limbs as far from the edge as possible.
Slowly you see Spider-man lower down in front of you, hanging on his web. He steps onto the same ledge as you and waits. There is silence between you two, he reaches his hand out.
“Come on, I’ll take you home.” You just sit. The fear in your stomach doesn’t allow you to move even an inch
Slowly he crouches in front of you “Hey, You can trust me alright?” His words were gentle as he held his arm out for you.
Finally, you grab his hand and he carries you off and around the city. Occasionally you point out what direction to go in and in no time your balcony was visible.
“Now… When you want a real interview, be sure to call me like a normal person.” He says gently placing you down on your balcony.
You were dazed and slowly released him from your bear hug, though to him it must not have felt like anything. You smiled up at him. “but…I-I don’t have your number.”
“That’s right, so maybe you should give me yours.” He responds.
You couldn’t see his face but you just knew he was smirking under his mask. “Smooth.” You chuckle and pull out your notepad again to write your number and quickly hand it to him. He tucks it into his sleeve and salutes you goodbye, shooting a web.
“Until next time miss reporter.”
“Yeah…Until next time, spider-man”
With that, he jumps off your balcony and swings away. You watch as he turns and flips in the air until finally, he’s out of your view. You squealed in excitement and jumped up and down, rushing into your room to open your computer and begin writing.
'Spider-man Saves City From Doc Ock.'
No no no...
That’s way too basic. Everyone knows he’s a hero, despite some other opinions. Everyone knows he’s done so many good deeds. People need to know him, people need to know the person behind the mask. You need more information.
Ping
You glance at your phone.
Peter: (____)!! Oh my gosh did you see the news? Are you okay? Where are you right now?
You: Yeah I’m okay Doc Ock just attacked out of nowhere, Luckily Spider-man made it there on time. He saved me, Peter. Again
Peter: That’s good! Meet me at the diner just wanna check up on you.
You: I thought you were busy.
Peter: My Schedule, just cleared up :)
You laughed at his message, He’s always been so sweet, even during high school and that really strange point during senior year. You dismiss the thought and were about to leave your apartment again before realizing your clothes were all dirty and messed up. You huffed in frustration and quickly got changed and out the doors.
You saw people crowding around destroyed buildings, construction workers were at the sites and TV news reporters were also gathered around. You walked passed as quickly as you could but a reporter caught up with you “Excuse me, ma’am. You are the woman who was saved by Spider-man this morning is that right?” The woman says walking with you, her Camera man following close in front “I.. um”
“How would you say Spider-man knew how to defeat Doctor Ock?”
“I- I don’t know, I didn’t ask him. Listen I really gotta go.” You say quickening your speed, She tries but decides not to keep following you.
At last, you make it to the diner scanning for your friend. He waves you over. You were shocked to see a bandage covering his cheek and forehead. You ran over to him.
“Oh my gosh, Peter are you okay?” You asked holding his face to examine it.
He smiles and rubs the back of his head. “Yeah I’m fine, I just so happen to have been at the scene the same time the attack happened. Don’t worry, okay?”
“You were there?” You asked sitting across from him
“Yeah, just running a few errands for Aunt May when suddenly the building was smashed through, I was hit but nothing serious.” His story made you worry more. His eyebrows furrowed then he turned and grabbed his bag. “Anyways amongst all the chaos, I managed to take these.” He says and pulled out some sheets of picture paper.
He lays out the photos on the table, you stared in awe at the pictures. One was of Spider-man in the middle of battle, Doc Ock’s metal arm wrapped around his waist and another in Spiderman’s arms.
Some others were of Spiderman swinging around the city.
And the last one was of the Spider carrying civilians in the air protecting the two from the villain close by, one of Doc Ocks arms was in the shot. Every detail was captured in the image. How the civilians clung to the hero's arms. His chest logo was also visible in the shot. The perfect image. It made you wonder how it was possible for an image to be captured.
“Oh, Petey these are amazing!… How you manage to be at both the right place and the wrong place at the same time will never cease to surprise me.” You say messing with his wavey brown hair.
He lowered his head shyly.
After you two got lunch Peter offered to walk you home and you gladly accepted.
You walked together speaking about random things and reminiscing about your history together. He has been your closest friend since middle school, through thick and thin he has been the most constant person in your life. Eventually, the topic got back to Spiderman. “You get any luck on the interview yet?”
This made you pause and stare at the ground nervously
“Well… uh…I mean I had something planned but it didn’t really go as i wanted.”
“Huh, is that right?” he laughs
“Yep, I had everything completely under control—” You say walking into the road but before you even had time to realize what was happening, the back of your shirt was grabbed and you were pulled back and fell to the concrete. Blaring horns speed past you and the driver shouts in your direction. You stare shocked. this is the third time you’ve almost died and it hasn’t even been 24 hours.
You look up at Peter who held a concerned expression.
“I uh. Think I might still be a bit dizzy from the events this morning.” You admit, Peter shakes his head in disbelief and helps you up “Nice reflexes by the way, since when could you do that?” You ask brushing yourself off.
“Uhh….That doesn’t matter let's just get you home before you actually die,” Peter says and wraps an arm around you protectively and you both walk huddled together.
—
You make it to your apartment without losing your life.
You sight when you finally make it through the door and walk into your room to flop on your bad.
Ping
You hum in annoyance at the new message.
Sluggishly you pull out your phone and look at the contact.
Unknown Number:
I think I’m ready for that interview now.
A simple message. No context was needed for who the sender was.
You stare
And stare
And stare…
10 minutes
You have been staring at the message on your phone for 10 whole minutes. Everything wasn’t real to you because if it was then that meant that Spiderman. The Spiderman just agreed to an interview with you.
Jittery butterflies scattered in your stomach. Just think, Spider-man sitting beside you answering question after question, answer after answer until finally, you have all the material you need to make the best report in your career. You'll be generously rewarded and celebrated for sharing all that you know on the vigilante.
And so will he. The city will shine a different light on the red and blue hero.
You'll make sure of that.
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Starcrossed lovers // part 2 (Reader x Peter Parker) NWH
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Summary: The battle is ending as you finally have a sight of why Peter was so drawn to you. Can you rewrite the stars or will they remain unchanged forever? [ part 1 & part 3 & part 4 & part 5 ]
You gasped looking up. A sandstorm picked up as broken off pieces of the structure got lifted up in the air. From your position on the ground, you could easily see the battle. All three Peter’s swinging on their web. Peter, your Peter was focused on Green Goblin. Peter two focusing on Lizard.
Peter three avoiding a bolt of electricity. They were so occupied they didn’t had eyes for what was happening behind them. Eyes widening you saw the broken off pieces fly towards Peter three. You ran out from your hiding position. – “Peter!” – you screamed loud, gaze upwards.
Peter three’s eyes widened hearing your voice. As if his spider tingle was tuned on finding your voice blindly. His immediate reaction was to look down to you. – “Peter!” – you screamed again pointing upwards. Peter’s gaze went back up, looking back in horror at the flying piece of structure coming his way.
He shot a web swinging past it just in time. His action made him nearly bump against Peter one, your Peter. Peter three was dangling sloppy and out of balance. He shot another web directing him to vast ground on the construction. He needed to find his balance again.
His feet touched vast ground as he stumbled a bit forwards. Ned moving out of the way just in time. – “What are you doing the battle is up there.” – Ned called out. Peter grabbed onto the railing, shooting Ned a glare out of breath. MJ slapped him hard against the arm. – “You try fighting off all those villains.” – MJ said coming to his defence.
Peter saluted her before jumping on the railing and leaping into the depts. MJ came running over to the railing, greeted by a tumbling Peter in the air as his web had released. Strange was on top as a piece of construction went his way.
He quickly opened a portal as it flung through it. Another portal opened closer to the ground. Surprised you looked up, eyes wide in horror. A piece of structure slowly falling down. You started to scream, running to a direction, hoping you’d be fast enough to not get squashed. – “Y/n!” – Peter one called out in a panic.
“On it!” – Peter two replied setting himself off to jump down. He kept falling till he shot out a web. Changing his position to swing fast, opening an arm. He lifted his feet up so they wouldn’t scrape the ground as he flung low.
With a loud oof where you grabbed and lifted up in the air with him. – “Careful out there Y/n.” – he said with a soft chuckle. – “Blame Strange.” – you mumbled out. Peter two came to a stop further away. He let go of you. – “Go hide!” – he ordered before launching himself back in the air.
You ran to some rubble, finding a hiding spot in between. There you waited for the battle to come to an end. Hoping Strange wouldn’t drop another boulder on you. While you waited, unconsciously were you pulled back to the feeling when you fell.
The fear making your muscles tense. Then that warm feeling came when Peter caught you. Somehow when you were in his arms, your fear faded away. Seeing the fear and heartbreak in his eyes made you yearn to comfort him.
Being with him was like a movie you had seen before. Something close yet out of reach. There was no denying the way his presence made you feel. Feel visible. With Peter, your Peter you were visible too, but not that much.
You very much felt like a side-character watching the main one’s have a wonderful life as you faded out into nothingness. Only being present when you were requested. Sometimes you felt lonely around your friends. Almost as if you were that one person just too much.
It wasn’t a great feeling. With Peter, Peter three you didn’t felt that way. It felt like you were actually mattered. A feeling you wanted to hold onto for as long as it could.
Everyone made their way down as the battle had been stilled. Peter one had held MJ to bring her down safely. Ned was with Strange as Peter two and three joined. MJ and Peter hugged tightly. Ned exhaled relieved running up to them. Peter three looked around worried.
“Y/n? Where is Y/n?” – he said in a bit of a panic. You hear your name, moving a fallen plate out of your way to clear your way. - “Peter!” – you called out as three heads turned your way. You came out of your hiding place now that the battle had toned down. – “Y/n.” – Peter said from your earth relieved.
You started to run up to them beyond relieved that no one was too injured. Perhaps a few bruises. He smiled opening his arms a bit to you, ready to receive a hug from you. Yet his smile faltered when you ran past him to another Peter. You swung your arms around Peter three as they liked to call him and spun around with him as he hugged you tightly back.
Peter, your Peter gaped confused at you. Peter two came by his side placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. Peter three had his hand against the back of your head. – “Are you hurt?” – he asked setting you back down. You shook your head, presenting your good state to him.
“All clear.” – you joked making him smile saddened. – “Peter.” – Strange called out. Peter three lowered his head knowing what was to come. Tilting your head a bit, you watched Peter carefully. – “Why are you sad?” – you asked.
He lifted his head up with a teary smile. – “You gave me something I could only dream off.” – he told you letting his thumb brush against your cheek. You smiled genuinely back at him. – “Peter.” – Strange persisted on, waiting to send him back. Peter’s smile faded knowing he’d never get to see you again.
MJ picked up on the way Peter was looking at you. It made him look at her own Peter for a moment. – “You lost someone didn’t you?” – she asked out of the blue. Peter lifted his head up to her, surprised. He then nodded saddened. – “I…I did…” – he answered. His hand slid down as his head lowered briefly. – “I…I lost your MJ…” – he gestured at your Peter. – “My… my Y/n.” – he swallowed down the knot in his throat.
You blinked surprised to him, hearing your name out of his mouth. Suddenly it was all so clear. The feeling why you felt so attracted to Peter. Like magnets. Your first reaction was to throw your arms around him and embrace him. Wanting to be close to him.
Peter hugged you tightly back. He didn’t want the feeling to end. Neither did you. – “Peter! Say your final goodbye’s.” – Strange called out. It made you pull away. – “Can’t… can’t he stay?” – you asked as his hand was still on your lower back. Strange shook his head. – “No kid, this world can’t have two spiderman. He belongs on his earth, where they need a spiderman like him.” – Strange explained.
Peter and you looked at each other. – “What if…” – Peter started as you finished off his words. – “What if I come with him?” – you suggested. – “What?” – Peter called out, your Peter. – “Y/n you can’t be serious!” – he called out walking up to you. – “You belong here with us!” – he made perfectly clear.
“Do I Peter?” – you answered back. You turned away from your Peter, back to Strange. – “I can come with him right? He lost his Y/n, so it wouldn’t create a paradox, right?” – you explained. – “Kid…” – Strange began as you knew he was going to tell you no.
“That’s not how it works. The you from his world is no more. You don’t belong there. I’m sorry.” – he told you. – “There must be a way?” – Peter three exclaimed. – “There isn’t!” – Strange answered snappy. Peter, your Peter was pulling on your wrist, pulling you away from him. – “No… please…” – you begged reaching out to Peter. Peter knew he was being selfish but he wanted you.
He missed you so deeply, he couldn’t imagine a world without you. Peter reached back for you. You broke free from Peter’s grip, running up to him. You clamped yourself onto him, not wanting to let go. – “I just want you.” – you told him. Peter held tightly onto you, afraid he might lose you again if he loosened his grip on you. – “I love you Y/n. On every earth.” – he told you as you slowly felt his grip loosen.
Confused you stumbled a bit forwards at the loss of a grip. With glossy eyes your arms embraced yourself. Crying you fell to your knees. Peter, your Peter approached you placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. You brushed it off, wanting nothing of him. Strange had finished the spell without anyone knowing.
Peter stumbled forwards, looking confused at his empty hands. – “No…no…n-n-no…” – he stumbled out grabbing the air, wanting to feel your last touch. – “Nooo!” – he cried out dropping to his knees. Strange had finished the spell. Sending him back to his earth alone. It felt more dreadful knowing he had you back, just to be taken away.
Once again his heart began to bleed with sorrow and grief. Grief overtaking him so badly, he started to hyperventilate in the abandoned alleyway. This was torture. After a while he dragged himself back to his house. Aunt May looking worriedly up.
“Where have you…” – she was about to scold him when she noticed the stained tears on his cheek. She immediately ran up to him, embracing him for comfort. – “I’ve lost her again…” – he said to Aunt May as she furrowed her brows.
She moved some hair aside to sooth him. She knew how hard your death had fallen upon him. Peter went to his bedroom letting himself fall onto his bed. Staring at the ceiling, he felt like spinning. – “I’ve lost you once, but not again…” – he told himself.
“I’ll find a way… even if it is the last thing I do.” – he rolled over to his side, his gaze falling on the many pictures of you and him on his wall. – “Come back to me…” – he said with a tiny crack in his voice.
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I'm In Love (With My Best Friend)
Summary: Peter Parker x Fe!Reader -> You and Peter have been best friends since middle school. But when feelings get involved, it can lead to a lot of pining and incredibly romantic kisses inside a Stark lab.
Disclaimer: FLUFF, a little angst, a LOT of pining. Kissing. Jealousy. Happy Ending. Not proof-read. No use of Y/N.
You first met him when you were in middle school. You had been the new transfer student and you had zero friends. The first week of your new school you spent getting lost in the hallways, avoiding the random questions that the people who you assumed were the popular crowd were asking you and trying to concentrate on the work you were being given.
But, half-way through your second week, you met a boy.
You had been sitting on your own in the back of the cafeteria, trying to solve your science homework.
Usually, you were okay with science but every time you entered your numbers, you knew the answer was wrong.
He’d introduced himself as Peter Parker.
You recognised the name.
He was supposed to be in your English, Math and Physical Ed classes though he hadn’t been in due to being ill.
At first, he sat with you because there was nowhere else to sit. At least, that’s what you thought. Then he asked about your homework.
“Yeah, Mrs Jackson always sets difficult questions. Do you want some help?”
You accepted his offer and he moved over two seats so he was directly in front of you and for the next 20 minutes, he sat with you and you both figured out the homework together.
In return, you offered to help him with his English report.
You couldn’t quite remember when it was after that that the pair of you became inseparable. But, after that, the both of you were never seen without one another.
Even in High School, you remained the best of friends. Thursday night homework hours were completed together and Friday night movie nights were completed with the same laughter, frustration and smiles.
And, despite attending different colleges, it was like no time or space had passed between you both.
You were the first Peter came to when he was ready to tell people about his alter-ego Spider-Man. You were also the first person Peter came to when he had his first crush and date in High School.
Maybe that was when you had your first heart-break.
Though you were friends with Peter first, it was a couple years into High School that you realised your feelings towards Peter had grown to be more than friendship.
But you knew he didn’t feel the same. And knew he probably never would.
But, at the same time, it didn’t not sting when he dated other girls.
Either way, you swallowed the pain and your feelings for him and remained determined to keep your friendship with Peter despite them.
So, you dated other guys.
And, they were kind.
Some of them became long term - others, not so much. But despite how much you cared for them, something always seemed to be missing. Though you tried your best to ignore that fact.
You both had graduated college a few years ago and ever since, Peter had been working for Stark Industries whilst, despite the job offer Tony had given you personally and said he would keep on ice, you had a job helping engineer different plates and surgical equipment that helped towards surgery for animals who’s back legs had stopped moving or had been born without one of the paws etc.
Still, you met Peter every day in his lab at the compound at 7 since you got off work at 6.
“Peter? You here?”
“In here. I’m almost ready, I’ve just got to-”
“No worries.”
Whilst Peter ran about the place, finding different parts for some old web-shooters he had in his hand, you sat at one of the tables and tinkered away.
It was usually like this.
You’d go and meet him, he’d still be working and you’d sit with him for 40 minutes to an hour before you both left to get food and watch a movie.
“You know, it’s so cool you work for Tony Stark.”
Peter smiled as he continued to tinker away and you tried to avoid your gaze dropping to check him out despite his outfit consisting of black cargo trousers and a black t-shirt.
So, he’d been in training today.
“Yeah. You know, you could too if you wanted.” Peter looked up to you for a moment. “He has a job lined up and ready for you whenever you want it.”
You smiled and nodded. “I know. But I like my job.”
“Offer is always there.”
“Hey, did you hear back from Lucy?”
Peter faltered for a moment, though you barely noticed. “Oh, uh, yeah. We’re…we’re going out again, tomorrow, I think.”
You ignored the sad feeling in your chest, despite the fact you had been the one to set them up (technically).
Lucy worked in the office at your job. Peter came in one day to pick you up and she mistook you both for a couple despite the fact she’d just been flirting with him thirty seconds ago.
You just opened your mouth and shut the whole thing down. “Oh, no. Hahaha, no. We’re- we’re just friends. Good friends. But friends.”
Sitting up a little straighter, you smiled. “That’s good.”
“What about you? What happened to Frank?”
“Mark,” you corrected. “And it-it wasn’t right. Besides, we only talked, like, twice. It wouldn’t have worked out anyway. He said he hated Disney movies and would rather gouge out his eyes than watch another one.”
“Seriously?”
You raised your eyebrows with a puff from your chest, still annoyed at the comment. “Yeah.”
“Well, at least you never have to talk to him again.”
“True.”
At that moment, the door to Peter’s lab slid open and Sam walked in with a pile of plans, presumably for a new set of wings.
“Steve told me to give you these.”
“Thanks, Sam. Just leave them there. I’ll look over them.”
“Hey, Sam.”
Sam called your name and ran over and hugged you. “How are you doing, kid?”
“Good. Just waiting for this one to finish up. How was Alaska?”
“Cold. Bucky got his arm frozen to a lamp-post. I’ll send you pictures.”
You smiled. “You want them framed?”
“Oh, please.” Sam smiled.
“Did I ever show you the pictures when Peter froze his webs to the roof? He was still attached to them two hours later.”
Peter, looking between the pair of you, laughing at the photos, shook his head. “Sometimes I regret introducing you two.”
“Too late.” Sam smiled. “Anyway, you both should head out before traffic gets too bad.”
“It’s New York. Traffic is always bad.”
“Even better.”
“And our movie starts in an hour.” you added.
“Alright, I’m done.”
Sam winked at you and you mouthed a “Thank you” to him before he said goodbye and left.
Yourself and Peter managed to get to the cinema and find your seats just before the trailers finished and for the next two hours, you spent most of the time trying not to have a heart-attack as the actors jumped from building to building, hanged themselves over the edge of a cliff and nearly died about thirty times before finally succeeding.
Despite the amount of times you watched movies like that, it didn’t stop your heart from racing and trying not to watch. Horror, sure. You could handle that. But suspense and action - nope.
“How you feeling?”
You put your hand to your head and covered your eyes for a moment. “I’m still spinning, I think. Please, never do anything like that.”
Peter laughed as you sat down on the bench outside the movie house. “You have my word.”
Slowly, he knelt down in front of you before pushing your chin up.
“Look at me for a moment.”
You did so and tried to slow your heart down that was beating faster for a separate reason.
“Stopped spinning?”
It took you a moment to focus. “Y-Yeah. All stopped now.”
“Good.”
Peter stood up again and you mentally slapped yourself as you checked him out again. He’s just a friend. A FRIEND.
Thankfully, he didn’t notice since he was too busy looking down the street before he gave you his hand.
“Come on. Let’s head back.”
You took his hand as he helped you up before letting it go, too afraid of what your own feelings might feel if you held his hand any longer.
Months later, not much had changed.
You’d still kept your feelings from Peter and dated a couple of people. Peter dated Lucy for a month before breaking it off - though he never told you why.
But one evening, as you were sitting home alone - your roommate out on another date - you got the craving for Pizza and since there was none in the freezer, you grabbed your bag and coat before heading out to the nearest pizza place.
You needed to get out of the house.
Despite there being no change between you and Peter, part of you called out for it. You either needed to tell him how you felt or you needed to move on. And since you weren't going to do the first…ever, that only left you with the second.
And, oddly enough, that night you met Colton.
He was standing in line waiting for his pizza and since the chef got an emergency call from his wife saying she was in labour, he mistakenly made half a pepperoni, half margarita.
Despite the awkwardness, you both decided to share it.
You sat outside together on a park bench, watching the ducks float down the water, simply talking.
“So, what brings you to a pizza place at 9 at night on a Tuesday?”
“Hunger, mostly.”
Before you knew it, he was walking you home, you had exchanged numbers and met him for a date that Saturday. From there, you continued talking and soon enough, months had passed by.
It was late in the afternoon when you were at SI and, whilst talking to some old friends in the hallway since you’d just come from a shared meeting between both companies, Colton turned up.
“Hey, what-” you kissed him quickly. “What are you doing here?”
“You left your notebook at my house,” he passed you the hardback notebook that contained most of your random thoughts and problems that were either to do with work or could be to do with work, one day.
“Oh, thank you.”
“And, since I’m here, I was hoping maybe we could get lunch together?”
You smiled and nodded. “I’d like that.”
Then someone called your name.
Looking behind you, the four people you’d been talking to seemed to split up and gave you a clear view of who had called your name - though you didn’t need to view to know who it was.
“Peter,” you said, slightly shocked.
This was the first time, despite him knowing about Colton, Peter was about to meet him.
“Hey, I was just- who’s this?”
“Oh, I, uh, this-this is Colton.”
Colton stuck out his hand and Peter shook it after a quick moment. “Nice to meet you.”
“Likewise.”
Whether it was real or not, it was like a massive tension cloud was above the whole situation.
“Uhh…Colton, this is Peter. My-”
“Best friend since middle school.” Peter finished.
“Cool. Well, we were just about to get lunch so I guess we’ll see you later?”
“Oh, uh, yeah. Can you- Let me just grab my coat.”
“Course, babe.”
Then Colton kissed you for what felt like the longest time - and oddly, it didn’t feel like the others. It felt…forced.
Either way, when he pulled away you stepped back a little before heading down the hall and towards the cloak room. And in the time it took you between getting your coat and walking back, that cloud of tension only seemed to feel darker and bigger.
“Ready to go?”
“Yeah, let’s go babe.”
You nodded, saying goodbye to everyone else but something in the bottom of your stomach felt guilty - especially when you saw the split-second change in emotions on Peter’s face before he went back to how he usually looked at you.
Once you left the building with Colton and had driven away, Natasha smacked the back of Peter’s head.
“Ow, what was that for?”
“I don’t know. For whatever the hell that was, for being jealous, for not telling her sooner.”
“Jealous? I’m not jealous. Why would I be jealous?”
Natasha just laughed. “Oh, you look just like Steve when Grant from level three flirted with me. Oh, you’ve got it bad.”
“Nat-” Peter rolled his eyes and tried to walk away but she just pulled him back.
“You can admit you like her. I mean, we’ve all seen this coming for years.”
“I don’t- you have?”
Natasha shrugged. “What? She’s pretty and you’re both close friends. I’m just surprised it took you this long. I thought you were smarter than those idiots.”
“Those idiots are still standing here.”
“Peter, how long have you liked her?” Laura asked him.
“I,” Peter shook his head.
“Oh, boy.” Laura laughed.
Peter stood there, slightly dumbfounded, as the others walked away.
Despite how much he denied it, and how much he convinced himself he didn’t feel that way towards you, he did. Ever since Junior year of College. At least, that was when he’d been getting that simmering feeling in the pit of his stomach every time you looked at him, or even when you didn’t. And that simmer seemed to boil every time he saw you with somebody else.
But he decided never to tell you.
He figured, since you had never said anything about extra feelings; ones that surpassed a simple friendship bond, then you wouldn’t ever feel the same.
And when you made the comment of Just Friends to Lucy, he knew you definitely would never feel the same. So, he guessed he had to get used to the feeling of…something towards you.
Yet seeing you with Colton - his arm around you, his lips on yours - something seemed to start cracking inside of him.
Either that, or completely being blown to smithereens.
Nat was completely right.
He was jealous.
He has been jealous. Ever since he first saw you get ready for that date you had with Hank, or Hodge or whatever the guy’s name was - he felt that simmer in his stomach and that small voice in the back of his head for a split second let him think he was watching you get ready to go out on a date with him.
It had confused him, at first.
You were his best friend and he was suddenly having these thoughts about dating you and…opening the car door for you (despite already doing that, anyway). But it would have been different.
He would be yours, in more ways than just friendship.
“You really love her, don’t you?”
“Of course I do, she’s my best friend.”
Peter looked towards the door where Clint was leaning against the door frame like a dad getting ready to talk to his son.
Although, despite the comfort Clint provided, Peter faltered for a moment. He had been alone since Colton came and swept you away to lunch - over three hours ago. He’d been tinkering away and letting his mind wander.
“Relax, kid. It’s written all over your face.”
“Clint, I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Tough.” Clint pulled out a seat across the lab desk where Peter was standing. “Laura has already told me what happened and most likely, Tasha’ will do the same later tonight. You might as well talk, Kid.”
“I don’t know what I’m supposed to say.”
“Admitting you love her, to yourself, is a start.”
“But do I?”
Even as he questioned it outloud, he knew it wasn’t a question. It hadn’t been a question for the longest time.
“Pete, according to Laura, you looked like you were about ready to punch his lights out when he kissed her.”
“Well he was just standing there, trying to force himself down her throat. Even I know she doesn’t like PDA like that. And, he was talking about taking her to some kind of salad bar across town when she usually goes and gets her grilled sub from the cafeteria - or I do. And then take it to her. It’s the only thing she ever likes to eat during the day.”
Clint watched as a light, reminiscent smile came across Peter’s face.
“It’s been the same thing ever since high school. Even if it goes a little cold, it’s still crispy and just as tasty. Plus, the smell doesn’t remind her of the girls' bathroom stalls. There was a leak in the summer before we started. Busted the sewer line that ran under the girls bathroom. The whole corridor would smell but she said it was worse in the bathroom.”
Clint nodded and just let Peter ramble. Though he did get a little worried that the screwdriver he was holding would fly out of his hand at some point.
Peter’s face grimaced. “I bet he listens to, like, just indie bands and says it’s the best thing in the world and that any other style of music is too…modern because it contains too many lyrics that make sense. She hates that, you know. She had a roommate in college that only ever listened to this…clapping music. Literally, just people clapping along to songs. After that, she moved into one of the sorority dorms. He was probably some douche frat guy, too. Couldn’t get a sorority “chick” then so thinks he can get one now. Not that she’s a “chick” by any means.”
“What is she, then?”
Peter took a short moment to think. “Amazing. Wonderful. Beautiful. Way out of his league. Way out of mine, too. But…”
“But you’re in love with her anyway?” Clint asked.
“Of course I am but-”
Peter, once again, faltered.
Had he really just admitted that out loud?
It felt good.
“I am. I am in love with her.”
“Then you should tell her. Pete, coming from me, I’d say don’t wait too long. And from Steve, he waited over seventy years - granted, he found Nat. But still. Don’t let her find someone else, especially when you’re already here.”
“But what if she doesn’t-”
Clint already started laughing. He almost doubled over.
“What? Why are you laughing?”
“Oh, Pete. You really are an oblivious idiot. Kid, that woman has been head over heels for you ever since we first met her. And probably for a long time before that. Trust me, if you tell her, you’ll hear the same thing back.”
Peter stood baffled for a moment before looking at his watch. You should be home by now. You never really liked going out after 6 unless it was for a period run or food.
“I’ve got to go.”
“We’ll be waiting.”
The only thing was…as Peter got to your street, he was stopped in his tracks half-way there.
You stood on the front steps with Colton. You were laughing and leaning into him and he whispered things to you and then you kissed him.
You kissed him.
If he went over there…he could ruin the happiness you had with him. He might not like Colton, but you did. And that was what mattered to him. And, even if Clint was right and you did love him back, what was to say you’d say yes to being with him? And, even if you did, what if you couldn’t be friends? Then you’d lose one another. Forever.
He couldn’t risk that.
So, for the next two months, he watched you flirt and fall for Colton all the while his heart started breaking.
And then, for about three weeks, he didn’t see you.
And it was the longest three weeks of his life.
You had gone on a business trip - and Colton joined you. And, from overhearing Laura and Clint talk, you were going to visit Colton’s family since they lived in the area.
Part of him wondered if you’d come back engaged.
You’d only been with Colton under a year but he saw how you looked at him, and how he looked at you - despite not liking either fact.
But, one late evening as he was working on a couple new designs, he’d gone to the Cafeteria to get some food - he could hear you in his head, cursing him for not having a proper meal in the day.
When he came back, it was the first time he’d actually had a jump scare.
You were in his lab.
You hadn’t even called.
Friday hadn’t even told him you were in the building.
You were still you. Not that he expected much to change.
Your hair half down though the top was thrown into a haphazard messy bun. Your contacts must have dried out in the day since you were wearing your glasses.
You used to wear them all the time in middle school and high school but they got annoying after a while since they’d slip down your face and get dirty - despite having wiped them thirty seconds ago. Since you wanted to be an engineer and your hands were always full, you changed to contacts.
It was much easier to focus on the task at hand than the task and the potential of your glasses slipping from your face and landing either in a tank of oil or being crushed under heavy machinery.
You were wearing a pair of simple jeans that already had oil stains.
So, you’d been at work today.
And you were wearing his t-shirt.
His t-shirt.
Not Colton’s (unless he owned the same one, though he highly doubted it.).
His.
“You’re back!”
“I’m back!” you smiled.
Silence.
Peter was still stunned at the t-shirt.
He’d seen you in his t-shirt, maybe once in college, when the washing machine had broken and you had to hand-wash your clothes in his sink since your sink was broken.
“It’s nice to see you,” you tried to imitate his voice. “It’s nice to see you, too Peter. Yes, I did have a good time on my trip. I’m so glad you’ve come to see me.”
“Sorry,” Peter laughed a little. “It is good to see you.”
Peter came over and hugged you tightly before stepping back awkwardly and, if you didn’t know any better, you would have guessed he wanted distance between you both.
“How was your trip?”
“Good. I, uh, I secured the deal with the manufacturer. Everything goes to mass production next month.”
“It does? That’s amazing.”
“I know.”
Short silence and then, Peter asked a question he needed to despite not wanting to.
“Why are you not with Colton? Shouldn’t you be out celebrating?”
“Maybe.” you agreed. “But, uh, we- actually, I. I, uh, well…I broke up with him.”
Peter tried to calm himself.
“You did?”
“I did.”
“Why?”
“He was a great guy and all and I cared for him and his family were amazing but, uh, he…he just wasn’t…”
You - that was what you wanted to say. He wasn’t Peter.
“He just wasn’t the right fit. He…he wanted too much too soon and, I don’t know, I guess…I wasn’t ready.”
A pang of guilt played in your stomach.
You were ready. You were ready for all what Colton offered you; love, a family, a promise of the future. But you weren't ready to have it with him.
Despite all the shutting down of emotions, you still wanted it to be Peter.
“Oh, well…that’s good, I guess.”
“Yeah. So, I guess…that was it.”
“Oh, okay.”
Neither of you really knew what to do. Peter’s mind was screaming at him to tell you the truth. And your’s was banging on the wide open door in your heart trying to get your attention.
But neither of you moved.
Until Peter did.
“I-I, uh, I left something in the other- lab. I should probably finish-”
“Oh, yeah. Yeah, of course. I should probably head back home anyway.”
Peter began to exit the room but half-way out of the door, he stopped though you were too busy trying to keep your focus on the side desk in front of you to spot it.
“I’m done wasting time.”
Peter didn’t fully know what made him do what he did next, but no matter the outcome, he would never regret it in his life. Or, maybe he would, but in the long term, he might not.
Turning back, he hurried towards you and for a moment, you looked back up and he caught your gaze.
If you were going to kill him afterwards, he wanted his death to be worthwhile.
He kissed you.
Cupping your cheeks in his hand, he kissed you - deeply and passionately. Though he didn’t force it.
It was just as he dreamed and better.
Your head was spinning.
All the feelings you had ever felt for Peter all rose to the surface and once your brain registered the kiss was real, you kissed him back just as much.
Your hands that had been gripping the side of the desk to support yourself came to his wrists and then to his chest where you gripped him by the collar, pulling him closer.
His own hands raked through your hair, holding the back of your head to be closer to you and eventually, when you both had to break apart due to the lack of air, his head remained against yours.
Both of you were out of breath and holding one another as close as possible.
“Sorry, I just-”
“Don’t apologise.”
You pushed yourself to stand a little straighter, keeping him close to you before you opened your eyes to look at him.
“Don’t apologise. I was just a little…” you couldn’t find the words.
“Shocked?”
You laughed a little. “Yeah, let’s go with that.”
“I don’t want to scare you,” Peter told you. “But I need to tell you something and if you never want to speak to me again then so be it but if I don’t tell you soon I think I might combust.”
“I’m in love with you.”
You beat him to it.
“Sorry. I just…I am. That probably terrifies you. I’m sorry.”
“No, no. Don’t-” Peter let out a small laugh. “Don’t be sorry. Because I was going to say the same thing.”
“You were?”
Peter nodded and hummed. “I was. But you beat me to it.”
“I did, didn’t I?”
“I’m in love with you, too.” Peter told you. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I know I should have but I just thought-”
“I wouldn’t like you back?”
Peter nodded.
“What a pair we make, eh?” you laughed.
“I know you said you didn’t want to move too fast but-”
“Peter, I only said that because…because I wasn’t ready for him.”
“What?”
“I broke it off because he wasn’t you. Colton was great and all but, that thing that didn’t fit? It was because he wasn’t you.”
“Then will you go on a date with me?”
You smiled. “I’d love to.”
“Great. I can’t wait.”
“Neither can I.”
Without a moment to spare, Peter kissed you again and you kissed him back and it was as if your first kiss hadn’t ever stopped. You turned a little as Peter held you closer and you felt yourself leaning against the desk. Before you knew it, you were sitting on the desktop, pulling Peter as close to you as physics would allow it.
The next day, you both went on your first date as a couple. A week later, you were official and Nat made it everyone’s business that yourself and Peter had finally become a couple.
The morning after your first night together had been special. Despite Peter having to get up earlier than either of you wanted him to, for work, you stood in the kitchen ready to wash the dishes from the night before he left through the front door.
Less than ten seconds later, he came back in through the door.
“Did you forget somethin-”
He cut you off with a kiss.
“That,” he smiled. “I forgot that.”
“I’m glad you did.”
“See you at lunch?” Peter asked, still holding you.
“See you at lunch.” you confirmed before he kissed you again, and again, and again.
“Okay, I’ll see you later. Love you.”
“Love you, too. Be careful.”
Six months later, you both moved in together before finalising the house you both wished to buy.
Two years later, you and Peter had made a home for yourselves, together and were planning a winter wedding.
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Play the song the way it used to be, before she left and changed it all to sadness
MAJOR SPOILERS for Spider-Man 3 for those who haven’t watched it
(Tw for use of drugs)
Ch 1
Giving the speech of how you fell from a steep building and you were going to announce the key to Spider-Man, a gush of aggressive wind blew by you, seeing a figure flip and land elegantly. Your heart jumps and races in excitement and you cheer with the crowd in his presence.
The crowd comes in, they chant Spider-Man, they cheer him on with their posters, wearing costumes of him, they shouted his appreciation, they adore Spidey! THEY LOVE HIM (I do..!!)!!
He turned his back to swing down close to you, close to the reporters and photographers. They ask and they get answers from the hero then the crowd shouts to ‘kiss the girl! Kiss her!’
“Lets do it” the masked man turned his head with a smile hidden, you turn your head in surprise to hear it coming from him “really!?���
“They’ll love it!” He chuckled, you shockingly laugh a little and roll his mask to reveal his plumped lips that was pressed onto yours. The lights flashed at the two of you, the crowed cheered but one fan wasn’t cheering and left.
The spark had died since then, burning his broken heart when M.J. had guven him the cold shoulder when he broke that he was Spider-Man, she was happy to know her boyfriend was out there in the world saving peoples’s lives but never was happy when he couldn’t make the time for her. Peter was late to their dates, the plays he had promised to show up. One time he did, he had everything prepared, he was going to propose after many months together of this 1 1/2 sided relationship. Go to the play, come to dinner and propose..!!
That one day, it made Peter realize, Mary was never his girl to begin with.
He had the ring Aunt May had passed down to him, he asked for the hostess to put it in the drink when they served it, the music will be playing, oh it was going so well!!
His heart rushed, almost fainting in the thought of his wife to be. Peter’s body burning in the color red as M.J. walked into the room.
She had never looked so beautiful in a dress; it outlined her curves in a way he won’t forget, skin glowing and so soft that he wanted to feel, her face.. she looked.. displeased was the word? Maybe disgusted..?
Peter pulled the seat for her to sit, they both sat together, peter was ready to pull the big question and Mary was ready to end this 1 1/2 sided relationship.
“Peter..” she now speaks “you have no idea how I feel right now…”
He knew how she felt, or at least he thought
“Listen I’ve been through this.. I get it, to have the spotlight in you, to be the main focus of everyone’s attention and thats what its like for spiderman-..!”
Describing of his fame growing as Mary Jane’s fame was starting to fade away, to be soon as not good enough, to not be the 100% focus of her lover’s attention, she was growing increasingly frustrated with each mention of him/ Spider-Man. She wasn’t in the mood to be compared to a now known hero with all this fame.
Coincidentally you were there but you were just out with family. You were greeted to M.J. and giving you a half assed smile before you were dragged out by him and that smile turned to a rolling eye sigh.
“Why haven’t you told me about her?”
Peter panicked, almost jumping out his seat, guilt stricken him then left him with shaking hands.
“You think you’re so smart just because you help her?? And you saved her life, to let her pretty-self have her hands all on your shoulder?”
Mary snapped, this was her final straw, letting the heat in her cool as she continues to chew out Peter.
“Who was it that kissed her? Spider-Man? Or peter?”
“She.. was just a girl in my class..” he muttered to her, almost on the verge of tears before she shook her head in disbelief and stormed out of the restaurant, all alone now. “That was our kiss.. and you want to get rid of me”
“M.J. Please come back, I love you just please… I love you too much for you to be gone..”
He followed till she said to not follow her, he stood there when the band comes in to play their music. Walking to fish the passed on ring out of the drink and had to cough up a heavy check for the night.
You coming back from the nice party you had attended, the night was exhausting, you open the window and to pull a zip stuffed in your bra. The old guy hated the smell that scented your room and have to do it out of it and out the window. The effects kicked in, you heard a door open and slam followed by heavy steps, moving your head to see Peter, a smile spreads and yell his name “Heyy pete! How was your date?”
Peter looked at you as he walked the stairs, a forced smile plastered on his face “it was..- It was just okay” he told you, obviously he wasn’t much of a liar and you nodded to get on with “you want to talk about it? Maybe tomorrow when you feel better?”
Peter lets out a heavy sigh but made a weird noise “are you smoking again?” He asks, you laugh “yeah, it was an okay party”
“What happened?” He asks “you tell me your date and I’ll tell you my party”
It was a heavy subject to discuss with each side but Peter really needed a hug now, and Harry would be dead asleep at this time. You both hang by the window, talking about M.J., your current relationship with a guy who you won’t say the name of.
The night had ended in each other’s arms at your place, Peter seemed more and more fragile by M.J.’s actions and how she was jealous of him ‘being so busy, he doesn’t have time to spend time with her’
Peter bawled, holding you close.. maybe too close of how much of grip he had on you, his feelings started to grow again, to take in your scent and heart beat when he fell asleep. He felt loved again, he wanted more, he needed more, his heart was broken, to feel the world against him again and beating him. Now safe in your arms… he wasn’t going to let this turn to shit.
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1.) To Be Young and In Love
Chubby!Ramiverse!Peter Parker x Male!Reader
⚠️TW ⚠️: The following mentions E.D., Depression, and S.A.
(Anything italicized is referring to the past.)
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Spiderman Swings Into Action
You sighed as you walked away from reading the latest on the newsstand on your way to work. Ever since you moved from Connecticut to New York City things changed drastically. You and your family moved in last summer, but for the wrong reasons. Your dad was caught drinking on the job, and after they fired him his friend called him about an open spot in the ship yards and your mom worked at the dry cleaners. But now that you turned sixteen, your parents sort of pressure you into getting a job.
You were on your way to work at the Atlantic Diner. Everyday you would go right after school, dressed in your uniform and ready for another grueling shift dealing with noisy screeching children, rude elderly people, and the occasional Karen raging about the wrong order.
However, one thing that stood out from the rest of the customers was that Peter Parker - the guy who was not even considered to be on the food chain - was sitting there at the bar lazily stirring a melted chocolate milkshake, a sullen look on his face as he was lost in his thoughts, disconnected from it all.
Ever since his uncle Ben died three days ago, Peter has not been the same. Just yesterday, Flash Thomson was trying to apologize to Peter, but then he immediately responded by slamming the taller boy into the lockers. It was shocking to see someone so gentle and calm as Peter flip in a split second.
After you put your apron and name tag on, you began taking orders from other tables and going back and forth with drinks and plates. As you did this, though, you could not help but glance over at Peter as he remained still in the same position you saw him.
You could not help but feel bad for him.
A few minutes had passed, yet Peter still stayed in the same spot as before, gazing into nothing. You sighed as you walked up behind the counter, putting on a small but warm smile on your face.
“Hey, Peter.”
The boy jerked back into reality, glancing up at you with crystal blue eyes as he smiled softly at you. “Oh, hey, Y/n.” He said awkwardly.
“How’s everything going?.” You asked as you handed the chef the ticket order.
“Uh, I-I don’t know, it’s alright I guess.” Peter said, still staring at his melted milkshake.
You sighed heavily as you refilled a few drinks. “And how’s your aunt doing?.”
“She’s okay, still hasn’t gotten much sleep lately.” Peter said glumly.
“And what about Mary Jane, how’s she doing?.” You asked.
“W-We… haven’t spoke much in a while.” Peter said, a trace of sadness was in his tone.
“Oh… I’m sorry to hear that.” You said, cringing.
“It’s okay…” Peter mumbled.
You could see his eyes growing even more red with each passing second, his face pinching and contorting in deep-seeded agony. Peter was usually great at hiding his emotions, even after being beat by Flash, not a single tear would leave his eyes.
But now, it is a full view and for the first time ever, the nerd boy everyone seems to treat like nothing, is now taking off his shield and letting the whole world know that he too can hurt just as much as anyone else.
You immediately laid your hand over his, your thumb rubbing the side of his fist. “I know how it all feels like,” You said, earning a tearful look from Peter. “I know what it feels like when seemingly everyone is leaving you and nothing is working as the way it should be.”
Peter only nodded, placing his hand over yours. “Thanks, Y/n, but I think I should go home now.”
You hesitated as the brunette got up from his seat, pulling a ten dollar bill from his wallet and tossing it on the counter. You immediately grabbed Peter by his arm, causing him to jerk his head back to you in shock as he gazes at you with wide blue eyes, causing you to let go.
“Uh, maybe we could hang some time, go see what’s in the movies probably?.” You asked, biting down on the inside of your cheek.
Peter stood there for a moment, thinking of whether or not this was a prank, until he finally nodded his head. “Yeah, sure sounds good.”
“O-okay, I’ll call you. Bye.” You said shyly. Peter smiled a little before walking out the door.
To say the least, things between you two were slow; Peter mostly going on about how he was applying for a job at The Daily Bugle as a photographer, or how he and Aunt May were handling the entirety of the death of Uncle Ben. But what killed your spirit the most, was how he was insistent on dating Mary Jane.
Despite her being a genuinely good person, she still had left Peter in this space of uncertainty as she was still with Harry Osborn, while at the same time she would build Peter up into thinking he could have his chance with her. And it hurt you to see that even though they were good for each other, they still had their flaws that were left unattended like untreated infections.
You, on the other hand, would devote as much time to the lovable nerd as much as you could, mostly meeting him at the diner for some fires and a milkshake.
Sometimes he would eat more than that, sometimes it was a whole two plates worth of food, and yet Peter would still look the same as before, blaming it on how he was always running after the school bus every morning.
It was not until the homecoming dance came around when Peter had finally worked up the courage to ask out Mary Jane. Sadly, she declined, opting for going with Harry to go see a showing of Wicked the same night. This meant that you had your chance to ask Peter, regardless of whatever anyone thought.
“Hey, Peter. I gotta ask you something,” You asked as you both worked on your Physics experiment.
“What is it?.” He asked softly.
“… I-I was wondering if you were free this Saturday?.” You asked.
“Uh, I think so, why?.” Peter asked as he looked at you quizzically.
“Well, I was wondering if you’d like to go with me to the movies this Saturday?.” You asked, rubbing the back of your neck.
He stayed quiet for a moment. Peter did not know what exactly to think about all this; getting asked out, let alone by a guy. He usually spent his Saturdays inside either working on his homework or a new assignment for The Daily Bugle, or secretly doing night patrol in his spidersuit.
“Uh, I-I don’t know…” Peter said awkwardly. “Besides I have some stuff to do for work and if I miss that then my boss’ll kill me.”
“We can go in the early afternoon and I’ll have you back home by four.” You said.
Peter hesitated for a bit, biting his bottom lip. “Okay.”
You smiled. “Great, I’ll see you then.”
You knew Peter Parker was an awkward nervous wreck half of the time. As you both sat through the previews, you could see from the corner of your eye Peter biting his nails as he stared intensely at the screen, and since Peter hardly had any nails left to chew off, you passed the large tub of popcorn over to him causing him to jump from his trance.
You smiled, shaking the tub. “It’s always nice to share.”
Peter smiled sheepishly. “Thanks.” He said, taking a handful of popcorn and shoving it in his mouth.
This went on for the first half of the movie. You would be mainly glued to the screen watching all the action go down as Peter continuously ate popcorn without even stopping for a drink. You knew everyone had their ways of coping with anxiety, nail biting being one of the main mechanics, but never did you see constant eating as one of them. Yes you’ve heard of stress eating, but never seen it in person.
After the movie had ended, You were expecting Peter to immediately go back home, but to your surprise, he insisted that you both go out to eat.
After ordering your favorite item from the menu, Peter was still picking out a few things as you sat there, awkwardly taking a few sips from your cup as Peter went on, ignoring the surprised expressions from the elderly waitress.
You didn’t know what exactly to think of it. Peter was always hardly eating and he’d mostly be seen eating bits of his food like a bird. Maybe he was just really hungry today? Maybe he’s trying to bulk up? Maybe he skipped breakfast this morning?
("What if it’s something else?.")You thought. After all, tomorrow marks three weeks since his uncle had died. ("What if it’s just that, what if he’s stressed out?.")
You were brought back to reality when Peter was calling your name from beyond your mind, causing You to slightly flinch as Peter reached to touch your hand. “I’m sorry, I must’ve blanked out.”
“It’s okay, I was just asking if your come here often.” Peter said in his typical soft tone.
“Uh, not really, I usually go to school and work and then home.” You said with a small giggle.
Peter nodded. “Is there anywhere else you go to?.”
“Not really, I don’t have much of a social life.” You gazed back down at your drink, swirling the ice around.
“I know how it feels,” Peter said solemnly.
Before You could say anything else, the waitress came back with your food first. You waited a bit for Peter's to come, and when it did your eyes grew wide. The other boy had ordered four large plates of food, along with two desserts.
You didn't say much, weary if you'd hurt Peter's feelings. Instead, You just ate quietly, glancing over at Peter every now and then to see him scarfing down his food like he hasn't eaten in weeks.
"So, what are your plans for homecoming next week?." You asked.
Peter barely paused from his eating. "Not really," He said with a mouthful of Salisbury steak. "Probably just staying in at home."
You nodded, watching as he finished the first plate within four minutes, moving on to the next without taking a break, not even to drink his coke.
("He probably skipped out on breakfast today,") You thought as You saw Peter begin on his second plate - a BLT with a side of fries.
"What about you?." Peter asked.
You sighed, "Uh, I guess I might pick up an extra shift, maybe pick up drawing again."
Peter nodded before finishing off the rest of his sandwich and eating whatever was left with the fries.
("What if he could be binging?.") You thought. ("Maybe some kind of disorder?.")
But You didn't know what exactly he was dealing with. After all, he never was one to show any emotion, let alone any disorders he may be facing. It was almost like he wasn't even human at times. Like he was a creature from a different place, and he was trying to survive every day.
By the time he finished his third plate, Peter has let out a long sigh as he rested his hand above his stomach. You could not help but gaze at him, your heart fluttered a little as he gently rubbed his stomach, letting out a short burp before opening his eyes and going to finish off the fourth plate - shepherd’s pie with beef.
The two of you sat in silence and you’re gaze never left Peter as he ate and ate until there was nothing left on his plate. Peter glanced over at your plate and noticed that You hardly made a dent.
“Are you okay?.” He asked.
“Uh, yeah, I’m just not that hungry.” You said with a little smile.
Peter swallowed. “Um, do you want a to-go box?.”
You shook your head. “No, that’s okay, thanks anyway.”
Peter began to blush as he stared at your unfinished plate, his mouth agape as his eyes looked distant and glassy. He was almost in some odd trance-like state, completely enamored by the food You had ordered, his mouth growing watery.
“Uh, do you want some of it?.” You asked shyly.
Peter snapped his eyes up at You, giving a short nod with a small innocent smile, those blue eyes gleaming with joy, and your heart was driven madly into adoration.
Once You gave Peter your plate he immediately began to consume every single thing left until there was nothing else left but whatever little garnishment the cook had put there.
He leaned back against the booth, his shirt resting tightly around his fully bloated stomach. You tried so desperately not to look, not to touch, but it was a very difficult task You somehow managed to pull off.
• • •
A few weeks had passed since that day. You and Peter were still talking but you haven’t seen him that often, and if You did, he’d be secretly snacking on something during class, or eating everything he had on his tray at lunch.
You started to notice that he was beginning to don an oversized sweatshirt in the beginning of spring. You always knew Peter was self-conscious but it was never this bad. Everyday he would be on the bus wearing the same navy blue hoodie, never once would he take it off, only rolling the sleeves up to his elbows to reveal more defined and thicker arms than their regular spindly figure. You wanted to ask something, but once again You thought it just wasn’t in your place to do so.
One night, You were walking back home from work. You had taken the bus and it was already starting to drizzle, so You picked up the pace a little bit. As You were walking, however, a loud smash had caused You to look behind to see what was happening.
Three tall men were stalking their way towards You, their voices were slurred as the scent of booze wafted off themselves. The began to crowd You and slowly began backing You into the corner of a dark alleyway. You looked for any chance of an exit, but one of them had placed their arms beside You, practically trapping You from the world.
The man was big and bald, a large scar on his left eye, a demonic smile that made You shiver in the now pouring rain. He leaned in closer, his mouth grazing your neck.
You looked around with wide eyes, hoping for anyone who could help, but during this time of night, your chances were slim and nothing was going to stop these guys from doing whatever they wanted to You.
As the taller man forcefully pulled You into him, You felt every ounce of dread flood your body. Dysphoria was took over full time once the man reached down your pants, his large rough hand fondling You as he gripped your waist, his mouth tasted that of cigarettes and cheap alcohol.
“Hey save some for us too, Mitchie.” Said one of the assailants.
The man - Mitchie - simply grunted in your mouth as he continued to forcefully smash your lips against his.
You let out a shrill and muffled scream before the man slammed You against the wall and knocked the wind out of You.
However, before the man could do anything else, a loud “Hey!” caused everyone to jolt from what they were doing, glancing all around to find who was disrupting them.
You never thought you’d be seeing THE Spider-Man right in front of You, but low and behold, there he was standing there behind everyone, almost analyzing the situation going on.
“Now what’s gonna happen here is that either you guys leave him alone, or I’m gonna have to do everything my way.” He said.
“And what the fuck are you gonna do about it if we say no?.” Said the other assailant.
Without warning, Spider-Man launched a web at one of the guy’s face, causing him to stumble back into a pile of wet cardboard boxes. The other guy charged after Spider-Man, narrowly avoiding the punch that was sent flying in his direction.
“Okay, I see how it’ll be.” Spider-Man said.
He threw the first punch with success, causing the goon to nearly fall back as blood began to flow down his nose. However, before the man could even throw his next punch, a web wrapped his fist up before the rest of his body was wrapped up in webbing.
You gazed into the annoyed eyes of Mitchie as turned to face off against the superhero. He popped his knuckles and neck before charging at Spider-Man, who simply dodged out of the way. This aggravated Mitchie, and so the bald man started wildly throwing his fists at the hero, missing his face completely before his arms were bound to his sides with webbing.
Spider-Man glanced over to You, gently walking up to see if You were okay. “Do you need any help?.”
You shivered as you gazed into those large blank white eyes. You nodded, “Please, I just want to go home.”
Spider-Man carefully lifted You off the ground, your body leaning against his. “Just hold on tight, okay?.”
You nodded, wrapping your arms and legs around him before this sudden jolt made your whole body become weightless for a split second. He was swinging from building to building as You buried your face into the curve of his neck, squeezing your eyes shut as your grasp on him tighten even more. As the rain began to go into a full-on downpour, the air around you was cold and wild.
You nestled in closer to the vigilante, desperate for any form of heat as you both swing through block to block. He had no particular scent to him, just the rubbery smell of his costume and the wet industrial surroundings, but his presence alone brought this form of comfort to You after what happened before.
By the time he reached your house, Spider-Man gently landed his feet on the ground, his arms still holding You close to his body as he walked up to the stoop. He bent his head down, gently running his gloved hand over your hair.
“We’re here,” he announced in a low but soft voice.
You lifted your head up from his shoulder and glanced around in amazement. You knew that Spider-Man must’ve been all around town, but it surprised You how accurate he knew where You lived without the need for asking the address. It shook it off before unwrapping your legs from his waist, the stinging numbness causing You to momentarily loose balance and slump forward onto the hero’s chest. You let out a small “uhf” as You collided with the muscular and rough surface, your face blushing madly as You tried to lift yourself up.
“I’m sorry about that,” You mumbled, pushing yourself off of the masked man. “My legs kinda lost feeling for a moment.”
“It’s okay, it happens to everyone,” Spider-Man stated with a hint of warmth in his tone.
You smiled a little before glancing down. “Uh, thank you for saving me back there,”
“You’re welcome, just promise me that you’ll be careful next time, and if you ever need help, just call out for me.” Spider-Man stated.
You nodded before walking up the stoop, taking one last glance at your savior, who nodded to You, before launching a web before swinging off into the dreary night sky.
• • •
Two weeks had passed since your encounter with the guys in the alley, and with Spider-Man. You decided not to tell anyone else because not everyone would’ve believed you in the first place, since a lot of people will make up stories about being saved by Spider-Man for their fifteen minutes of fame. But your encounter made feel somewhat safe when it came to working night shifts, as though someone out there really cared about your well-being.
Aside from the whole Spider-Man thing, You noticed that Peter hadn’t shown up to school for a week. You didn’t see him around the halls, in lunch, nor in physics class.
Ben Parker’s funeral was last week and You decided to go for Peter. You were standing far behind everyone as they surrounded the gravesite as a frigid gust of wind blew the dead leaves passed the casket, causing You to shiver before sinking into your coat. You couldn’t see Peter from where you stood, glancing around gravestones and mourners to see how Peter was doing. You gave up, ultimately deciding to just wait and pay your respects to the man who lost his life in such a senseless and horrific way.
By the time the service was over, everybody began to disperse as You stood there, watching the casket come into full view. You licked your lips nervously as You carefully walked up holding a white flower in your hand. You gently laid it down over the plethora of white flowers on the casket, a immense wave of emotions rushed through your body.
Peter and Mary Jane were standing just a few feet away from you. She was comforting him as Harry Osborn watched at the sidelines, his gaze on the ground as he shoved his hands in his pockets. You noticed something different about Peter, his overall attitude was closed off from the world, almost like his real self was shut off momentarily.
Another thing You noticed was his overall appearance. He wasn’t as lanky as he was before, his shoulders were no longer frail and were more broad in his ill-fitting suit. His face seemed to have more definition to it, his jawline was still there and it made him look a little older, but his face seemed to be chubbier than the last time You saw him.
After an awkward exchange between them, Mary Jane walked over to Harry, taking her arm in his as they walked to the front entrance of the cemetery. You hesitantly walked over to where Peter stood, not taking his glance away from the casket.
“P-Peter?.” You said in a soft tone.
Peter snapped his head in your direction, offering a short smile, “Oh, hey, how’ve you been?.”
“I uh, I’ve been okay, I missed you,” You said.
Peter smiled before glanced over at himself. “I haven’t been feeling too good lately, you know with work and everything going on,”
“Yeah,” You said. “Listen, if you ever feel like talking, don’t be a stranger, I’m always free.”
Peter nodded before glancing back down. “I uh, I gotta go, the service is happening at one of the diners Ben used to visit, maybe you should come by?.”
“I wish I could but I have to go to work in an hour, so I’m in a bit of a time crunch,”
Peter nodded before walking off to the front gates of the cemetery leaving You all alone with the groundskeepers who began to lower the casket.
• • •
It was another night coming back home from work, thankfully, though, it wasn’t pouring down like before.
It was a cold night, but a night that was nonetheless, filled with terror. A night that You, and all of New York would never forget.
What was once a peaceful walk home listening to music, had soon changed to a night of survival and fear. The last thing You remembered was being tackled into the air by something (someone) coming at you like a freight train. At first You thought it was Spider-Man coming to visit you again, but the gravelly cackling made You snap your head at none other than the Green Goblin gazing back at you behind reflective orange eyes, that permanent grin just an inch away from You.
“I hope you can finally catch his attention,” the masked villain said devilishly as he soared throughout the night sky to the roof of an abandoned smallpox hospital on Roosevelt Island.
The Green Goblin grabbed you by the hair, “Now scream for your spider,”
You did nothing but glare at the mask, earning another hard yank at the hair and a warning screamed from the villain. You did nothing but hiss in pain, grabbing at the hand of the villain to try and fend yourself off as much as you could, but this only aggravated the menace even more as he dragged You over the side of the building.
You screamed in pain and fear until your throat was sore and your voice gave out as you were dangled over eight stories above ground. Just as you were close to giving into dying, you and the Green Goblin were pushed down on the roof, the Green Goblin’s grip on your hair came loose and you rolled away from the green figure. You glanced up to see Spider-Man standing over you, but the Green Goblin got back on his glider and swoop around the two of you tossing a pumpkin grenade.
Spider-Man pushed You out of the way just before the bomb detonated in front of his face sending him screaming as he flew right through a brick wall, hitting his back on a beam and falling to the ground with a loud groan. You were about to stand up before the Green Goblin came flying back around, grabbing you and throwing you into another wall, the sounds of popping and snapping echoed through the air.
The Green Goblin flies back around and stops where Spider-Man struggles to get up. “Misery, misery, misery, that’s what you’ve chosen,” he begins to step toward the stumbling hero. “I offer you friendship, and you spat in my face.”
The Green Goblin begins hitting Spider-Man, with one punch sending him back a few feet. Once he gets up, Spider-Man dodges a punch by swinging from a web, but is knocked back down and thrown onto the ground.
Webs begin to form a barrier between the two, but the Green Goblin is able to tear through it with ease and slams Spider-Man into a pillar, knocking him around a little more before finally kicking him into a wall. Just as Spider-Man launches a web strand, his hand is crushed under a metallic green boot.
“You’ve spun your last web, Spider-Man. Have you not been so selfish your little girlfriend’s death would’ve been quick and painless, and that boy over there wouldn’t have to suffer so much, but now that you pissed me off… I’m gonna finish them both, nice and slow.”
Enraged, Spider-Man gets up as the Green Goblin readies his pitch-fork and tries to take a stab at the superhero, but is knocked back and crushed by a wall that Spider-Man uses his webs to pull. Just as the Green Goblin gets back up, he is once again slammed into a wall by Spider-Man, and is repeatedly punched until the Green Goblin surrenders.
The villain takes off his mask revealing himself as Norman Osborn. You were shocked, but what shocked you the most was the fact that he called Spider-Man “Peter”. You squinted further and could see a few features that belonged to Peter, but something else about him threw you off entirely. His large body seemed to be jam packed into that bodysuit, highlighting his rotund belly and semi big pecks. You couldn’t help but blush at the sight of the newly added weight on his ass as well.
As the Green Goblin was speaking, his hoverboard was sent flying behind Peter, luckily his spidey senses knew it was coming, and he was able to jump out of the way just in time before the Norman Osborn was impaled and utter out his last words.
“Don’t tell Harry,” he said weakly, his torso falling down on the hoverboard.
You slowly stood up on uneasy feet, stumbling back against a wall. Peter walked over to you, eyes wide in shock as he touched the mask, realizing now that his cover is blown.
You held your ribcage as you looked at him straight in the eyes.
“Don’t worry,” You said in a hoarse voice. “I won’t say anything.”
Peter walks over to You, his fingertips peeking out of the ripped gloves as they brushed against your cut and bloodied face. He pulls You into his heavyset body, the warmth and weight of his belly pressed up against you was enough to make You stifle a moan, but given the current situation and location now wouldn’t probably be the time to mention anything to him.
“Please… just take me home,” You muttered in his ear.
Peter only nodded, holding You closer to his body before swinging on a newly projected web strand.
• • •
Queens, along with all of New York, wasn’t the same after the reign of the Green Goblin. Some compared it to the likes of the September 11th attacks, some compared it to something out of a Batman comic book villain, and some just wanted to forget about the whole thing ever happening.
Curfews were set by the police department upon students ranging from high school to below. You were stuck inside longer than usual, since your boss cut off some of your hours, and You had more time on your hands, and spending more time at home has already become a tedious task.
It was nearly thirty minutes before curfew when You came walking back from the bus stop. You had come back from another day worth of talk about the Green Goblin, but nothing about Spider-Man saving all those people in the Roosevelt gondola, or even saving Mary-Jane. And then the thought of Peter crept back into your mind, something you’ve been trying hard to fight off.
He hadn’t been to school in nearly a week, and maybe it’s for the best. After what Peter had went through these past few weeks is something nobody should go through, but there he was saving New York City with all the strength he could put into it, and thankfully it was all worth it.
You were shocked to see Peter standing outside of your apartment building. The only way You could make him out, however, was by the facial features on the plump face. Another thing that caught You off guard was how much weight he had gained, overgrowing the last time You saw him.
“Hey, Peter,” You said with a smile. “What are you doing here?.”
Peter smiled back, his chubby cheeks causing his eyes to squint a little. “I just came here to talk to you, about everything that’s been going on, with us, with me, with this.”
He gestured his tightly packed belly under his shirt. You tried to hide the blush creeping in.
“Listen, Peter, I know that things haven’t been easy lately, but you know I’m not the type of person who goes around gossiping just for the attention of it.”
“I know, but it’s not about that, it’s about keeping my loved ones safe from ever getting hurt by my enemies-”
“Spider-Man’s enemies,” You interjected. “Peter I don’t think you’re understanding what’s been happening with me and I don’t think I can hide it anymore. Ever since that night we went out, I developed some feelings for you, feelings I know that we will get shunned by, but I gotta tell you that meeting you was probably the best thing to happen to me all year.”
Peter stayed quiet for a moment, his confused eyes looking for a response.
“But I’m not the same person you fell in love with before,” Peter said.
“I don’t care if you’re secretly Spider-Man, and I don’t care if you weigh three hundred pounds, I’m still gonna be in love with the guy that’s different from all the rest,” You said, staring Peter straight in the eye as to drive you point across. “I love you, Peter.”
Peter’s breath hitched as soon as You said that. His belly heaved up and down as he was breathing rapidly. You stepped closer, your hand snaking around his soft waist, his belly pressed up against your stomach as You pulled him in for a kiss, pressing his belly even further towards your body.
Peter’s chubby hand brushes through your (h/c) hair as he leans into the kiss. His hands wrap around your shoulders as your other hand gently brushes against his belly, coming to rest on those lush love handles. Both of your tongues battled for dominance, with yours sliding into his mouth with ease. Peter’s hands gently glide down your back, coming to rest just inches above your ass.
You two separate, gasping for air as Peter smiles.
“I didn’t think you’d still love me being this way, I tried to control it, but the hunger and the dart got the better of me and-”
“Wait a minute, what dart?.” You asked.
Peter sighed heavily. “Well, before I… killed… Norman - the Green Goblin? - I was hit by a dart filled with a strange green fluid. I figured it was from the Green Goblin, because of how familiar it looked like those grenades. At first I didn’t know what it was exactly, but later on I guessed it affected my metabolism in a huge way.”
He glances down at his belly, his hand rested at the top. You gently laid your hand on his belly, the warmth coming off him like a radiator, and gently rubbed a small circle on it.
“I never thought of you as a chubby chaser,” Peter teased, grabbing your other hand to rest on his belly. “Then again, I’ve had my fair share of secrets too.” He said in a cocky tone.
Your face was now cherry red. “Shut up,” You chuckled. “And I never knew it took gaining weight to drive you wild.”
“Maybe we should take this upstairs?.” Peter said in a flirty voice.
“Maybe Thursday, my parents come home late and the curfew is almost here, don’t want to get in trouble with the cops, especially when everyone needs their Spider-Man to save the day.” You said, kissing his forehead.
“It’s a date then,” Peter said, kissing You back.
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