#the way Peter’s standing. the view of his face we have

[lildoodlenoodle]

Peter was so silly for this

#might b one of my favorite panels 😭 #Urich’s face #the way Peter’s standing. the view of his face we have #Peter opening the light on the dark room where photographs are still being processed #how sassy Peter is #spider noir #spiderman noir #peter benjamin parker

[patscorner]

FAMILY DINNER

Summary: Chris joins your family for dinner for the first time and it does not go as planned

Tw: Swearing, narcissistic dad, verbal arguing, panic attack mentions of alcohol use, mentions of ed(NO DETAIL), lmk if I missed something

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"Baby, it'll be fine. I'm sure they're not so bad." Chris spoke. It was 6:45, and you and Chris were heading to a family dinner. After you and him had started dating, him, his brothers, and your family have been begging to meet one another.

But you knew better. You knew your dad couldn't hold his tongue, and you knew your mom couldn't hold back her comments about how you sat, how you spoke, how you looked. You knew your brothers and your sisters knew how to mess with you, not enough to make you cry, but just enough to piss you off.

"Chris, you have no idea." You say, leg bouncing nervously as you both sat in the back seat of the van. You only agreed to go if Matt and Nick came with, knowing that Chris wasn't going to be able to keep his temper in check.

"Don't worry, y/n, it'll be okay. It's not like any of us are gonna provoke them. They don't have any reason to hate us." Matt chimed in from the drivers seat. Chris squeezed your thigh reassuringly.

"It's not you guys that I'm worried about." You muttered, biting your nails. You just hoped your dad didn't have much to drink tonight.

"Plus, we're youtubers, a little back handed comment isn't gonna affect us." Nick smiled triumphantly.

Boy, were they in for a treat.

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After what felt like 2 minutes, Matt parked the car in front of your childhood home. You've dreaded this moment ever since you and Chris started dating. You knew the time would come, but you just ignored it and pushed it back as far as you could. But eventually, everyone became impatient, and you were pushed out of your comfort zone.

Chris wasn't prepared. None of them were because nothing could prepare them for what they were getting into. Growing up with 2 older brothers, a younger brother, and 2 younger sisters, you knew just how quick it could turn hostile. You knew how it could be peaceful one moment, and the next, 2 people are driving off, 3 are crying, and one is smashing plates.

It could get ugly quick. Mostly, you were able to hide most of your family troubles from Chris, only occasionally giving him bits and pieces. This was completely different. This was a full view of what and where you grew up, and if anything was off or revealed, Chris would be there to see. That scared the shit out of you.

And Chris knew that, so he didn't push, no matter how eager he was. He never pushed you to do anything that made you uncomfortable. This, though, meant a lot to him, so he did voice his opinion.

So here you were, standing outside of the home you grew up in, with your boyfriend and his triplet brothers. You take a deep breath before knocking.

Here we go.

You lean back into Chris, who's hand found home around your waist, squeezing gently. He kissed the crown of your head, whispering, "Relax, baby, we got this."

You nod as you hear the lock turn and the door open. Your oldest brother, Peter, who was 26, stood in front of you. He looked much different from the last time you'd seen him, which was like 2 years ago.

Last time you two were together was at Christmas when your dad decided to get plastered the morning of Christmas and destroyed everyone's presents. Thousands of dollars down the drain. You swallowed at the memory.

"C'mere kid." Was all Peter said before engulfing you into a long needed hug.

You melted into your brothers touch. "It's been too long. Way too long." You mumble against his chest.

When you pull away, you see tears in Peter's eyes. You slap his chest playfully, "Oh, you big baby, don't cry."

He laughs, shaking his head and rubbing his eyes. You laugh and hold his hand.

Nick clears his throat, bringing your and Peter's attention to the three same face boys.

"Oh! Yeah, Peter, meet my boyfriend, Chris, and his older brothers, Matt and Nick." You say, moving out of the way for the men to exchange greetings and hand shakes.

"I'd like to apologize in advance, I'm definitely gonna have trouble telling you guys apart." Peter laughs.

"Oh, don't worry about it. It happens all the time." Matt reassures. Nick and Chris nod in agreement.

"Okay, well, Dad's at the store - thank God -" He interrupted himself, putting his hands together and looking up, earning a chuckle from you, "but everyone else, excluding Cam, is here."

Your heart drops at his sentence. Your second oldest brother, Cameron, hadn't been to a family gathering since he moved out. You can't say you blame him, knowing your family, you wish you'd had the heart to leave too. It was still disappointing, despite how much you understood. Cam and you had always been the closest growing up, and your heart ached, knowing the rest of your family ruined that bond for you two. You and him were only 2 years apart, him being 22, and you being 20.

You knew you shouldn't have expected him to magically appear, but you were hopeful.

"That's okay. Let's go inside, I want them to meet the rest of the dumbasses." You say, trying to hide the disappointment, and it mostly worked, but when you turned around, you knew Chris knew.

He always knew.

You smiled at him and grabbed his hand, leading him into your house, gesturing Matt and Nick to follow.

Peter leads everyone down the hallway, the sound of playful yelling sounding from the living room. Peter took a left, walking into the room, smiling widely.

"Guess who's here!" He says happily, turning around to you, who stands in the doorway, smiling widely.

James, Maya, and Julia, your younger siblings, looked up and smiled widely.

"Y/nnnn!" Maya yelled, getting up and hugging you tightly. "Woah! Hey, hi baby." You say, smiling into her head.

Maya was the youngest, at 11 years old. She was the peacemaker, no matter how demanding, she probably had the best communication skills out of everyone. Which is saying something, she's 11.

"Alright, alright, save some for us." You look up and see your youngest brother, James, standing next to Julia, waiting their turn for a hug.

You let go of Maya and walk over to the 15 year old twins and embrace them tightly. God, how you missed them. This hug was shorter, only because your mother spoke up.

"Well, finally! What took you guys so long?" She asked, rolling her eyes. You break the hug, sighing heavily.

"Hi, mom. I'm happy to see you, too. Uh, this is Chris and his triplet brothers, Matt and Nick." You say, lifting your hand, gesturing towards the three men.

You smile as your siblings exchange greetings with the triplets, just as Peter did, happy that they were in a good mood. You turn back to your mom, who has a strange look on her face.

"What?" You ask, confused, sitting down on the couch next to her. "I thought you were only bringing your boyfriend? Or are you dating all three?"

Your eyes shoot to hers, a look of disgust covering your face. "What-Mom, no! Matt's talking to someone and Nick..." You cut yourself off, debating whether or not telling you mom about Nick's sexuality. It's not that your mom was homophobic, she just wasn't exactly open to it. You knew that if you told her, she'd figure out a way to make an untimely and out of pocket comment about it.

"Nick...?" Your mom gestures you to continue speaking.

You open your mouth to speak, but you hear the front door open. Oh shit. The party has started.

"Dad's here!" Maya shouts, running to the door. Chris sat down on the couch next to you, Matt and Nick next to him.

You notice Nick talking to Julia about her favorite music artists, and it looks like their having a good time. Peter and Matt seem to be getting along, while Chris and James talk about the most recent Celtics game.

Despite all the calm conversations going on around you, you can't help but feel nervous. Your dad's here, which puts everyone, at least on your side, on high alert, making sure they tiptoe on their words.

Chris notices you tense up and place his hand on your thigh, which you reach and squeeze his hand, not for his sake, but for yours.

Your dad walks in and freezes for a moment. It was a long moment, long enough for everyone to notice his presence and get silent. You and him stare at each other, not breaking eye contact for a minute.

Finally, after the deafening silence, you decide to speak. "Hey, dad." You breathe.

His shocked face turns into a soft smile. "Hey, kiddo, c'mere." You smile softly, cherishing the peace while it lasts. You stand up and walk over to your dad and embrace him. You knew what he was capable of, but you also knew how much he loved you and your siblings.

You could be mad at him all you wanted, but he's still your dad. "I missed you, y/n." He mutters into your head. You smile into his chest because as much as you hated to admit it, you missed him too. When he wasn't drunk or being an ass, he was a pretty awesome person.

You pull away, and he kisses your cheek before gesturing to the audience behind you. "And who are these fine gentlemen?" He asked.

You smiled. "That one's Chris, my boyfriend, and those are his triplet brothers, Nick and Matt." You say, gesturing to the boys, who wave as their introduced.

"Nice to meet you all, especially you, Chris." He smiles sarcastically. Here we go.

Suddenly, his demeanor changed. His shoulders tensed, and his fist clenched. You look at him curiously and wonder what flipped the switch, what pissed him off this time.

Chris smiles kindly. "Nice to meet you, too, sir."

Your dad nods before glancing at you and looking up again. "Dinner should be ready. How's everyone feel about spaghetti?" He clapsed his hands together.

He earns a collective 'yes' from everyone before picking up Maya in his arms and carrying her to the kitchen. Everyone stands up and begins to follow, except for you and Chris. He grabs your hand and pulls you closer to him.

"You okay, ma?" He asked. He must've noticed your demeanor change from happy and cheery to suspicious and confusion.

You nod your head hesitantly, still thinking about how quickly your father changed his mind about being kind. "Uh... yeah, yeah, I'm okay." You say softly.

He looks at you curiously. "Are you sure?" You nod again. "Yeah, let's go eat."

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Quiet chatter amongst the families began at the dinner table, after everybody had gotten food. You noticed your anxiety seemingly grow stronger as the dinner continued. Nothing had happened yet, and that's what scared you.

Your leg bounced under the table, and despite Chris's attempts to soothe you by rubbing your thigh, nothing seemed to work. Even Chris's touch seemed to be too much, too overwhelming.

You feel your breathing catch in your throat, and suddenly, the gentle chatter becomes too overwhelming. The scraping of the forks echoed loudly in your ears as your hands started to sweat.

You stand up abruptly, catching the attention of all three triplets and James.

"Excuse me." You muttered before rushing to the bathroom and closing the door.

You curl into a ball, breathing heavily as tears fall from your eyes. You weren't having a panic attack yet, but if you didn't get your breathing in check, you'd get one soon.

You list off things in your head, things that make you happy. Sunshine, Chris, dogs in clothes, Chris, Sour Patch Kids, Chris

Speaking of which, you hear the door open, and you force yourself to look up, seeing your loving boyfriend. He got down on your level, taking your hand and putting it on his chest.

You catch on quickly, taking breaths that match his, well, kinda. Yours are shakier, but you're getting there. "It's okay, baby, you're okay. Shhh.." Chris whispers, his other hand rubbing your back.

You sigh as you finally take a deep breath of air, leaning your head against Chris's shoulder as he hands rub shapes on your back.

"It's okay, baby, you're stressing yourself out. It'll be okay." He whispers as he stands up and pulls you up with him.

He embraces you once again as you sniffle into his hoodie. You pull back and wipe your face aggressively, laughing quietly.

Chris cups your face, wiping your tears before pressing a kiss so soft, it was almost ghostlike, on your lips. You smile at him.

"Thank you, baby." You say rubbing his bicep in appreciation. He smiles down at you, kissing your forehead. "Of course, baby. I love you. Are you ready?"

You nod, and Chris opens the door, hand in yours as you all walk back into the dining room. Most conversations continued, but you noticed your dad and mom talking quietly amongst themselves, and it didn't look pleasant.

Your dad's eyes shoot to yours as he chuckles darkly.

Fuck. This can't end well.

"And what the fuck were you two doing?"

You smile, trying to swallow your fear. You notice Chris squeeze your hand, and you squeezed back in reassurance.

"Just had to take a breather. It's all good now, though, don't worry." You say as you and Chris sit down. You hope it's enough to satisfy your dad's curiosity, but unfortunately it's not.

"So you and him didn't just fuck in the bathroom." You freeze. Every conversation stops immediately at those words, as he wasn't quiet about it.

"What- dad, no. Why would you say that?" You sputter as a pink hue comes over your face. You glance at Chris, who's just as shocked as you.

"Sir, I'd never do that, especially here." Chris says calmly, but you can tell that one comment pissed him off completely.

Your dad stares at you both as a silence covers the room like a weighted blanket. Just when the tension seems to reach its peak, your dad speaks up.

"Good. Now, let's eat." He says, passing the food to you.

Jesus, this is gonna be a long night.

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Part 2 is coming soon.

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[chaotic-iguana]

lovers’ spat, part i

miggy is an oblivious overworking idiot and fails to see you’ve had a bad day. he eventually makes up for it, though. (there will be a smut follow-up)

warnings: no smut (yet). just some nice angst (the girls are fightinggggg hehehe)

it starts with a missed alarm. then a sip of too-hot coffee burning your tongue. being late to work, getting yelled at by your boss, then by a client and finally by some randomon the fucking street when you’re walking home and he’s catcalling you and you refuse to look his way. 

so yeah. it’s been a shit day. 

but you’ve opened a portal to nueva york, you’re close to hq and you know migs will be inside and ready to take care of you. so all hope is not lost. yet. you burst through the double doors, half-sprinting to the elevator to reach his…lair? office is too mild for it, really. (eh, miguel’s a moody guy. it fits his vibe.)

you’re just about to walk in but you’re stopped by the call of your name paired with a babbling baby behind you. twisting to see the top of mayday’s head disappear behind him, you watch as peter b walks towards you with a grimace on his face and purple blooming under his eyes. 

“are you…alright? you look a bit rough.” it sounds funny as you say it - take one look in the fucking mirror and you’d be saying it to yourself - but you can’t stop yourself from asking. he does look tired. and upset. which is entirely unlike him, but they do say parenthood is an adjustment. plus, it can’t be easy balancing being a spider and a dad and a journalist all at the same time. an offer to babysit bubbles in your mouth but stops at him shaking his head with a wry grin. 

“today’s been rough. to be honest, i doubt miguel’s gonna be able to see you right now - we just caught an anomaly who stopped a canon event. he’s dealing with the fallout.” he’s speaking slowly, like he’s placating a child or dog. your frown must be obvious, because he starts chuckling nervously and follows up with a “but i’m sure he can work it out! goodnight!” before he’s swinging away - typical of a man who loves setting fires but never knows quite what to do with the ashes. 

so now you’re stomping into miguel’s office, tearing through the tranquility of silence as you scowl at the raised platform and squint through the frankly shitty lighting. the sound of his fingers on the keyboard halts, and you think you hear him take a deep breath before his voice rings out. 

“‘m busy, cariño. be home late tonight. don’t wait up.” 

and it’s the way he says it, the irritation and annoyance glinting in his monotone words that has you seeing red, until your fingers are clenched in fists and your teeth are bared in the direction of his stupid, stupid platform. (you’d rip it apart with your bare hands if you could. why can’t he just work on the floor like a normal person? fucking medieval villain much? why don’t you just menacingly twiddle your thumbs and mwahaha while coming down then. idiot.) 

you’re barely thinking straight, fury sparking in your veins and thrumming in your blood as you rip off a sandal and chuck it in the vague direction of the stupid thing. it’s not like you can tell, because your migraine and miguel’s shitty decor seem to have teamed up to fucking impair your vision and why in the fuck did he have to blow you off tonight of all nights- 

your heel clunks against the metal, clattering to the ground with a pathetic thud. a sharp intake of his breath through his nose - loud enough to let you know he’s pissed - and therecomes the creaking of the dumb thing being lowered, inch by inch. you wait as the top of his head appears, hair standing in all directions and you just know he’s been doing that thing he does absentmindedly where he runs his hands through it over and over when he’s focused. and normally it’s cute but right now you just want to scream at him or walk away and you’re not quite sure which one to lean towards. and then he comes into view, eyes narrowed and fists clenched, hands stiff by his sides while he…frowns at you? lunging off the platform, he crouches to pick up your shoe before stalking over in your direction, glaring down at you. 

“por qué joder harías eso?” he’s snarling now, jaw tensing with the effort it takes for him to spit the words at you. it makes you flinch, the forceful weight of his words and his tone and the way he’s towering over you like you’re one of those anomalies he hunts and something in your chest just cracks at the sight. straightening your spine, you curl your fingers around his to snatch back your shoe before slipping it on. 

“qué esperabas? what did you expect, miguel? that i come here after a long day to find out again, for the billionth fucking time that my husband is too busy fighting something new-because there is always something new-to so much as look at me when he basically tells me to fuck off.” 

eyes wild, your chest heaves as you meet his fierce look with one of your own. you can see him processing what you said, guilt flashing in his eyes for a split second before it’s replaced by concern. you can see him softening, reaching out - but you don’t want it right now. don’t quite know what to do with the sudden care in his eyes just moments after he was being so dismissive towards you. and if you’re honest - after the day you’ve had, it’s easier to cling to the venom coating your next words than it is to give into however the fuck he’s planning on fixing the situation. 

“vete a la mierda, miguel. don’t come home tonight.” 

and with that, you walk out. 

you make it three steps before lyla pops up, wincing at the tears already spilling down your cheeks. you’re scrambling for your watch, fumbling your way through portalling home to curl up in bed. you can distantly tell she’s cooing something at you, placating and warm, but you’re too far gone to hear it; the AI too much of a reminder of miguel for your comfort. a wave of your hand through her hologram and a stumble through the portal, and she’s gone too. 

well, fuck. that couldn’t have gone worse. 

v excited to continue this one. as always, thanks for reading, comment your thoughts or find me on ao3. stay hydrated and have a great day<3

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[forestdeath1]

Sirius’s attitude towards Peter

This is going to be a bit controversial because in the fandom, it's commonly believed that Sirius loved Peter. People backs this up with two points:

Sirius suggested Peter as the Secret Keeper.

Sirius said he'd die for Peter.

In my view, their relationship was a bit more complicated than just "he loved him." Emotions aren't just about love and hate, there's a lot of grey area in between. But personally, I don't see any evidence that Sirius truly loved or respected Peter.

From what we know in the books, teachers saw Peter like this:

Pettigrew... that fat little boy who was always tagging around after them at Hogwarts?’ said Madam Rosmerta. ‘Hero-worshipped Black and Potter,’ said Professor McGonagall.

For an observant and clever person like McGonagall, the group dynamics aren't a secret. It's exactly what people saw from the outside.

We know for sure that Peter visited the Potters, and Lily worried about him being sad, whereas there's no mention of Remus. In the Order of the Phoenix photo, Peter stands next to James, Lily and Sirius, while Remus is on the other end. So at least during the war, Peter was closer to the Potters than Remus.

Here's what JKR says about their relationship with Peter:

"Pettigrew, who they, in a slightly patronizing way, James and Sirius at least, who they allowed to hang round with them, it turned out that he was a better wizard than they knew. Turned out he was better at hiding secrets than they knew."

And it makes sense. Patronizing. They didn't intend to be friends with Peter at all, it was Remus who felt sorry for him and persuaded James and Sirius to include him.

Remus, always the underdog’s friend, was kind to short and rather slow Peter Pettigrew, a fellow Gryffindor, whom James and Sirius might not have thought worthy of their attention without Remus’s persuasion. Soon, these four became inseparable. (Pottermore)

And what we see in their relationship in reality:

Every time James made a particularly difficult catch, Wormtail gasped and applauded. 

‘Put that away, will you,’ said Sirius finally, as James made a fine catch and Wormtail let out a cheer, ‘before Wormtail wets himself with excitement.’ 

Wormtail turned slightly pink, but James grinned. 

Peter's behaviour:

Lupin and Wormtail remained sitting: Lupin was still staring down at his book, though his eyes were not moving and a faint frown line had appeared between his eyebrows; Wormtail was looking from Sirius and James to Snape with a look of avid anticipation on his face. 

How can someone like Sirius, who literally hates groveling ("I, a spy for Voldemort? When did I ever sneak around people who were stronger and more powerful than myself?"), respect and love someone who constantly grovels? Was Sirius blind not to see that? Everyone saw it. Remus simply pitied and was kind to Peter ("always the underdog’s friend"), and James loved Peter's adoration. James is the kind of person who really loves attention, and at the same time, he has a pretty black-and-white view of the world, and probably considered Peter a good guy, albeit one he could sometimes make fun of ('How thick are you, Wormtail?' said James impatiently. 'You run round with a werewolf once a month –')

But Sirius didn't need attention, he wasn't an attention-seeker. He could see pretty well who and what everyone was.

Many say that what Sirius says in PoA,he says it after many years of reflection in Azkaban and on emotions. I don’t think so:

‘Lily and James only made you Secret Keeper because I suggest- ed it,’ Black hissed, so venomously that Pettigrew took a step backwards. ‘I thought it was the perfect plan ... a bluff ... Voldemort would be sure to come after me, would never dream they’d use a weak, talentless thing like you ... it must have been the finest moment of your miserable life, telling Voldemort you could hand him the Potters.’ 

Sirius came up with a bluff. A plan where Voldemort was supposed to come after him, Sirius, not Peter. It wasn't just that Sirius trusted Peter. The point was that Voldemort would NOT come after Peter. Why was he so sure Voldemort wouldn't come after Peter?

Because first of all, I think Sirius really, as he said, believed that Voldemort would never pay attention to Peter. And secondly, Sirius was sure that Peter admired James too much and loved him too much to betray. The one who was always attached to them, the one who always looked up to James in admiration.

Sirius underestimated Peter's "bravery" and cunning.

‘I, a spy for Voldemort? When did I ever sneak around people who were stronger and more powerful than myself? But you, Peter – I’ll never understand why I didn’t see you were the spy from the start. You always liked big friends who’d look after you, didn’t you? It used to be us ... me and Remus ... and James ...’

He always saw that Peter was attached to them as "big friends," but Sirius, being arrogant, underestimated that besides them, Peter could have other "big friends." He was too convinced that Peter idolized James.

At the same time, it's pretty obvious why Sirius didn't trust Remus. He always respected Remus more, considered him smarter and more capable. He couldn't not trust James, James was everything to him, but Remus, who also often disappeared on missions, he could. This distrust shows not so much that they had bad relations, but rather that Sirius considered Remus a more capable and independent person, not just an appendage to James, like Peter.

So why were they considered inseparable and why did Sirius say he would die for Peter?

‘He – he was taking over everywhere!’ gasped Pettigrew. ‘Wh-what was there to be gained by refusing him?’ 

‘What was there to be gained by fighting the most evil wizard who has ever existed?’ said Black, with a terrible fury in his face. ‘Only innocent lives, Peter!’ 

‘You don’t understand!’ whined Pettigrew. ‘He would have killed me, Sirius!’ 

‘THEN YOU SHOULD HAVE DIED!’ roared Black. ‘DIED RATHER THAN BETRAY YOUR FRIENDS, AS WE WOULD HAVE DONE FOR YOU!’ 

Sirius has a very strong sense of honor. For him, dying for those he considers «ours» is a matter of honor. This is a nuance in his character — he may not particularly like or respect someone, but if they're "ours" he'll defend them (even someone like Mundungus).

He considered Peter their friend, he was with them from the first year, James loved Peter, Remus loved Peter, Peter helped in their mischiefs, and Sirius treated Peter okay, as a friend, but without much respect or some unearthly love that fandom usually portrays. He could see what Peter was like, and surely there were tense situations between them, but Sirius wasn't a bad person, and Peter knew how to play the helpless and miserable guy. It's like a patronizing friendship, where you're friends not because you really respect and love the person, but because they're in your group, and you're used to them. It was a childhood friendship. There was no sacred friendship. Children often start friendships simply because they end up in the same bedroom.

And Sirius isn't afraid of death. His death – it's not the worst thing for him. He tells Peter the same thing. Better to die than betray friends. That's his honor—he doesn't understand betrayal. The concept of honor isn't linked to love. For some reason, many think that a person can only decide to die for those they love. But some might choose death because their honor demands it. And if Sirius considered someone a friend, and he did consider Peter a friend, then dying for him is a normal reaction.

JKR on this: "Sirius would have done it. With all his faults and flaws, he has this profound sense of honor, ultimately, and he would rather have died honorably, as he would see it, than live with the dishonor and shame."

And Sirius would die not just for Peter. He told the twins about their father, who was on a mission: "You don't understand - there are things worth dying for!"

So, I don't see any evidence that Sirius truly loved and respected Peter. Did he consider him a friend? Yes, he did. Not personally his own, but their friend. James's friend first and foremost and an integral part of the Marauders. Would he die for him? Yes, of course. It's a matter of honor. But he always saw him as lesser than themselves, not as worthy, not as strong, not as smart, too cowardly, and sly. And it's precisely because of his arrogant attitude that he thought Voldemort would never pay attention to Peter, making Peter the perfect Secret Keeper. Also, in his opinion, Peter would never betray James precisely because Peter supposedly idolized James too much and loved him too much. But "it turned out that he was a better wizard than they knew. Turned out he was better at hiding secrets than they knew."

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[kquil]

SIRIUS BLACK | HIS FAVOURITE NEIGHBOUR PART 2

SUM. : the rest of the marauders finally meet you and get to taste your famous cookies, they even invite you to their next gig.

G. : rockstar au ; modern au ; muggle au ; neighbours au ; rockstar sirius ; rockstar marauders ; neighbour reader ; reader bakes cookies ; sirius being a flirt ; you're invited ; cookies are much appreciated ; sirius can't keep his hands off you

LENGTH : 0.9k

PART ONE

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The knock at the door almost went unnoticed but Sirius had developed an acute hearing for when his neighbours wanted to complain. He ignored them most of the time and pretended that he couldn’t hear them over his guitar but when he knew that he was on thin ice, he made an effort to sharpen his hearing. That same sharpness developed on different grounds for you, however. 

As soon as Sirius heard your knock at the door, he knew immediately that it was you and abruptly stopped everyone in the middle of practice. The marauders stopped their playing to cast him a look of confusion, completely missing your almost muted knocks at the door. 

“Sorry lads,” Sirius uttered, making his way to the door and smiling brightly upon seeing you there with a tray of chunky chocolate chip cookies, “(Y/N)!” Sirius greets cheerfully, stepping aside so you could enter his abode as the other marauders stand to attention, excited to officially meet you. 

“Hello Sirius, sorry to interrupt,” you bashfully apologise, your confidence at the door slowly disappearing the longer you were inside his apartment. You had made short trips to give Sirius a tray of cookies many times before but never with his friends over and their added presence was getting to you more than you thought it was going to. 

“Not at all, so what have you got for me today, love?” he asks, leading you into the living room with his hand on the small of your back, the rest of the boys slowly coming into view with their instruments beside them. 

Smiling, you raise the tray in your hands slightly, “It’s your favourite, you can share with your friends too,” you take a short moment to flash each of the three other men a timid smile, “as thanks for playing such good music in the background,” they laugh and happily accept your offering, which immediately begins to ease your nerves. While everyone took a moment to indulge in one of your cookies, Sirius introduces you to the rest of his bandmates one by one. 

The one with unruly dark locks and cute glasses was James, the drummer. The tallest one with mousy brown hair and soft brown eyes was Remus, the bassist. And lastly, the blonde one with a little more pudge in his cheeks was Peter, the one on the keyboard. 

“Pleasure to meet you all, I’m (Y/N),”

“Oh we know,” James sings as he licks crumbs off his lips, his statement making you raise a curious brow. 

“Sirius won’t stop raving about you,” Remus adds with a mischievous smirk as you giggle, a heat flourishing over your cheeks. 

“Sod off, Moony,” came Sirius’s flippant retort. 

“These cookies taste great by the way,” Peter gushes, already reaching for another one, “what’s your recipe?”

“I can’t tell you that,” you playfully pout, “or else I wouldn’t have an excuse to come over,” your comment makes Sirius laugh with his head thrown back in delight.

“You see me often enough as is,” Sirius nudges your side teasingly.

“Who said I wanted to see you? After meeting him, I want to see more of Remus,” 

The brunette laughed aloud, sending you a wink and smirking at your playfulness as Sirius pouted beside you. He pulls you in by the waist and leans down, his forehead almost pressing against yours as his grey eyes melt your jokey stare, “you don’t mean that, do you?”

He was being a tease but there was an obvious hint of flirtation in his words that made the three other marauders in the room share a smirk, especially when they see how flustered you become from Sirius’s actions. 

“Stop it,” you move your face to the side in embarrassment and bashfully push him away by his shoulders but it was no use since the grip of his hands firmly lingered on your waist, “Sirius!” the man in question bites his lip to suppress a large grin. He loves hearing you say his name, especially when you whine the way you do. 

“Alright lovebirds, break it up,” Remus finally breaks you two apart, shooting a sympathetic smile your way; he knows better than anyone how prodigious Sirius’s presence can be, especially up close, “we still have to practise for our gig next week,”

This makes you smile, “A gig?” you turn to Sirius who nods, eyes softening at your obvious excitement for them. 

“Yeah,” he pulls you to his side by the waist again and presses a kiss into your temple, “do you want to come and see us play?”

“Yes please!” you chirp already bouncing on the balls of your feet from excitement. 

“We’ll save you a table with Lily then!” James announces, “She’ll be coming to see us too,” 

“Lily is James’s girl,” Sirius explains in a whisper when you tilt your head in question at the new name. 

“Perfect! Your music already sounds amazing,” you gush, putting a smile on all of their faces, “so I can’t wait to finally see the visuals of the performance too!” This gets Sirius’s attention. He maintains the smirk on his lips when leading you back out with your empty tray in hand and after you had said your goodbyes to the boys. 

“When we perform,” Sirius begins, taking your hand as you step outside, stopping you and turning your attention back to him, “only be looking at me, okay, doll?” his other hand grips the door frame and he’s suddenly a towering silhouette rather than a gentleman at your side. 

“O-okay,” you stutter with your heart, voice squeaking and face hot. 

“Attagirl,” he winks and kisses your hand, never breaking eye contact before stepping back into his apartment. 

You can’t wait until next week…  

A/N : here's a small continuation of one of your favourite timestamps, my lovelies, i'll see if i can make more part 2s for my other popular time stamps as well. i have also taken the liberty of tagging additional people who have shown interest in the first part of this, i hope that's alright.

TAGLIST : @melinajenkins ; @astonishment ; @until-i-found-you ; @goodoldfashionedluvergirl ; @tiensmamains ; @neeezza101 ; @raevyng ; @prongsio ; @its-sappho-biotch

NAVI.

#☆ : TIMESTAMP #sirius black x reader #sirius x reader #sirius black x you #sirius black imagine #sirius black #sirius black fic #marauders fic #marauders #remus lupin #sirius orion black #sirius black x yn #sirius x you

[angelbaby-fics]

chloe! it’s bear! 🥹❤️

i have to go on anon since i can’t ask from my side blog! 🥺

i love your stucky stories and i was wondering if i can request stucky taking their little to the zoo and their little wanting to run off and look at all the animals!

thank you and i hope it’s not too much 🥺 -🐻

Zoo Adventure

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: Hihi bear!!!! I'm so happy to see you!!! I combined this request with another in my inbox as well as an idea I've had for literally 2 years now about baby surprising daddies with pictures from a photobooth 😅 well better late than never hehe 💕 And I think this came out pretty adorable if I do say so myself so I hope you guys enjoy!! 💕

Your heart was practically pounding out of your chest as the car pulled into the zoo parking lot. You weren’t even sure if you could stand to wait the few moments it would take for Bucky to get out of his seat and unbuckle you from yours. You knew you had to be in one of your daddies’ arms as long as you were in the parking lot, but it took all of your energy not to bolt straight for the entrance gates. Steve and Bucky shared a proud grin as they each held one of your hands. 

You could hardly decide who you’d visit first. The entrance branched off into three different pathways, lions on the left, rhinos to the right, and monkeys down the middle.You stood in the center of the pathways, looking around with wide eyes until you were suddenly hoisted up into Steve’s arms. 

“Where do you wanna start, pumpkin?” He asked. 

“I dunno!” You answered. “I wanna see everything!”

“Well how about we start with the lions over here, and we make our way around?” Bucky suggested.

“You promise we’re gonna see them all?” You questioned. 

“Of course, angel,” Steve replied. 

“Don’t wanna leave anybody out.” You said softly. You were always looking out for others, whether it was your friends, your toys, or the animals at the zoo. Your daddies adored how considerate you were. 

To help you feel better, the three of you waved and blew kisses at the other animals you could see down the other paths, letting them know you’d be back to see them too as you made your way towards the lion cage. 

A big old lion with a giant mane and a grumpy face lumbered out into the grass of the habitat. He reminded you of Bucky in the mornings when he was growing out his hair. Past the lions was a hutch full of tortoises, and they reminded you of Bucky too. 

Steve and Bucky took turns carrying you in their arms, neither one of them ever getting tired of course. Sure, you could make your way on your own, but they loved to spoil you in every way. Plus, you could get the best views of all the animals this way, never having to stand on your tiptoes just to see over the fence. The only time you were ever on the ground was in the reptile house, where you had to crouch down to see some of the snakes and lizards in their little habitats. Steve prefered to stand outside for that exhibit.

You laughed as penguins raced each other across the pool, squealing every time one leapt out of the water. The elephants trumpeted just like in the movies, and the monkeys jumped around their cages, swinging from rope and vine like your best friend Peter. 

As the sun grew higher in the sky, there was no better time for a lunchtime picnic. The zoo had a plaza with a seating area, a little cafe, and a big shiny merry-go-round. Bucky chuckled to himself when he caught you staring longingly at the carousel. Steve was unpacking your lunches from the bag he’d brought, sandwiches for each of you and little baggies of vegetables and fruits. Finally he pulled out two big water bottles, and - uh oh -

“Oh, baby, I think we left your sippy cup at home!” He said, looking up at you apologetically. 

How were you supposed to eat your lunch without your milk or a juicebox? But Bucky came to the rescue with a perfect idea. 

“Why don’t you two take a turn on the carousel, I’ll go see what the cafe has for the little one. How about that?”

“Yes yes yes!” You answered, already dragging Steve towards the merry-go-round attendant before he could even reply. 

You circled the base of the carousel to find the perfect animal to ride on, ultimately deciding on a majestic zebra. Steve stood at your side, keeping his arm protectively around your waist throughout the ride to make sure you never lost your balance as your noble steed carried you up and down, around and around. When the adventure came to a stop, he picked you up off the zebra and carried you back to the table where Bucky was waiting with a carton of chocolate milk. 

You happily ate your lunch, telling your daddies between bites what your favorite animals were so far and which ones you were most excited to see next. After a while, however, Steve and Bucky started to talk about boring grown up stuff, and your mind began to wander as you finished up your lunch. 

That's when it caught your eye, something that tempted you even more than the carousel, or the animals, or even the gift shop. You grabbed your coin purse and headed off on your mission, Steve and Bucky too engrossed in their conversation to notice. 

At least for about 15 seconds, but by then it was too late. You were out of their sight, and the panic welled up in each of them like an erupting volcano. Wordlessly, they sprang into action, splitting up to look for you in the most efficient way. Steve circled the carousel, his heart dropping as he scanned each animal and found every one vacant. Bucky went back to the cafe, maybe you’d finished your chocolate milk and tried to go back for seconds, but no luck there either. You couldn’t have gone that far, and you definitely would never leave the zoo on your own, but being who they were, there was always the fear in the back of your daddies’ minds that someone would target you to get to them. 

They didn’t even want to give that notion a second thought. After clearing the cafe and the carousel, Steve and Bucky met back up at your table to make sure you hadn’t come back, before widening their search. They were about to find a zoo employee to help them when suddenly, a mechanical whirring caught their attention. Both their heads snapped over to the source of the noise, and they were just in time to see a strip of photos fall out of one of the photobooths in the zoo plaza - a strip of photos of you.

The breath they’d each been holding let out as you pulled back the curtain and stumbled back out into the daylight. You were surprised to see your daddies there waiting for you, expecting them to still be at your table

“Oh hi daddies!” You said cheerfully, reaching over to retrieve your pictures. “Looky! I got a present for you!”

You tore the photo strip in half, handing one section to Steve and the other to Bucky, but they just stood in stunned silence. 

“Baby…” Bucky whispered, crouching down to embrace you with all his strength. 

“You like your present, Baba?” You asked, your voice muffled in Bucky’s shirt. 

“We love them, angel,” Steve answered, “But please, don’t ever run off without telling us where you’re going, okay? You made Daddy and Baba very scared.”

“Oh… I’m sorry.” You said, disappointed in yourself. You hadn’t even realized you were misbehaving, too wrapped up in surprising your daddies with your special gift to realize you hadn’t thought through your plan all that well. 

Bucky let you go with a kiss on your cheek, and you kissed him back, and Steve as well. 

“Thank you for apologizing, baby,” Bucky said, “And thank you for the present. We love it, angel.”

Bucky put the photos of you smiling at the camera in the front pocket of his wallet where he could always look at your angelic face whenever he needed to. Steve put the photos in his shirt pocket, vowing to put it in his compass as soon as he got home. 

#little!reader #stucky x little!reader #daddy!stucky x little!reader #daddy!stucky #marvel agere #bucky x little!reader #steve x little!reader #steve rogers x little!reader #daddy!bucky #daddy!steve rogers #cg!steve rogers #cg!bucky #cg x little!reader #sfw agere #chloe's fic

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

On Your Six

Warnings: dark elements, stalking, violence.

Another sidequest complete (...or maybe you want more of this one? Let me know your thoughts!)

You have a second shadow. You're not alone. While your pursuer has given themself away, you're in no rush to do the same.

You keep going, slinking from pillar to pillar, balancing your target with whoever seems to have made you one. You keep your back to the wall as you grip your pistol, one ear listening ahead of you, the other behind you. You dip back into a pool of darkness and shuffle your foot to make it sound like you're running, let the noise peter off as you wait

A figure smoothly turns the corner and you stand unseen in the alcove. Shit, you know that goddamn strut. Even when he's trying to be covert, he's a dead giveaway.

What the hell is Hansen doing here? This isn't his kind of job. Unless you're his assignment.

You watch him creep past. He slows as he listens to the silence, stopping completely. You raise the barrel of your gun towards him as you tiptoe out from behind the pillar. He hisses into a cackle, raising his hands.

“Take it easy, toots,” he faces you slowly, “we're not enemies here.”

“Aren't we?” You approach with your hand steadied against your forearm.

“I'm just watching your six. Like a nice guy does.”

“Hansen,” you walk to him until you have the barrel to his back, “what the hell are you doing here? I'm not splitting the fee and I have no problem wasting a bullet in your ass.”

“Oh, I love it when you talk dirty,” he gives a dramatic shiver, unfazed by the gun between his shoulder blades.

“This isn't an open bounty,” you snarl.

“Toots, if you're not gonna use that thing, put it away,” he turns to face you slowly, “at least, that's what I've always been told.”

You shake your head and scoff, lowering the gun halfway. You sneer at him in the darkness and huff, “why are you getting in my way? Again.”

“Again? What– are you talking about San Paolo? I'm flattered you remember–”

“I nearly lost an eye.”

“Really? You're looking good, toots–”

You close your eyes and exhale through your nose, “I don't have time for this.”

You sidestep him and continue down the pillared walkway. You keep along the wall and stop as you sense him following once more. You pull back and holster your gun, just as swiftly slipping free your knife. You spin to bring it just along Hansen’s throat.

“I'll tell you one last time,” you hiss.

“I'm helping–”

“I told you, you're not getting a cent.”

“Trust me, honey, the view is worth it–”

“You are–”

“Deranged. Devoted. A total bottom.”

You bite down another snipe as the stone pillar beside you cracks and powder puffs in the air. Fuck. You dip into the shadows as Hansen shoulders past and raises his gun. Two shots before he crams into the alcove next to you

“Really?” You sneer.

“Tight fit, babe, but always figured it would be,” he chortles as he squints into the darkness. “Think I got th–”

Another shot silences him. You wonder if he's hit but don't really care. You duck down and switch out your blade for your fun. You creep along, listening to the approach of those that pest has drawn in.

You weave in and out of shadows, zeroed in on the echoing footsteps. The first silhouette falls before your silenced shot, the second doesn't notice his comrades collapse until it's too late and he joins him on the stone. The third you don't spend the bullet and use the but of your gun against the back of his skull.

You hear a scuff and raise your gun. Hansen waves and pants as he appears once more.

“Got one,” he puffs proudly, “damn, look at that.” He marvels at the bodies heaped around your feet, “you work fast, baby.. I'm more the type to take it slow.”

“Ugh,” you scowl and turn away.

As you do, you hear Hansen barrel towards you. It's too late for you to get your aim. You dodge as best you can as the rifle levels across from you only to be bowled over from behind.

You hit the ground as a shot fires and Hansen grunts. He fires back and the man lands on the rifle with a rattling gasp.

Hansen hisses and drops to one knee, grasping his side as he wheezes. You sit up, check your gun, and stand. He should've stayed away.

You flinch as suddenly a loud thrum cuts the night air. Fuck. You look above as the helicopter rotor whirls loudly. You harumph and kick a body near your feet.

“Fuck.”

“Don't worry, baby, I can take you on a nice vacation, you don't need the bounty,” he sucks in air and stands, “I got you.”

You look at him and scoff. You sneer and bring your gun up, aiming at his ass as you fire. He yelps and falls back down, grasping his rear. You shake your head and mutter.

“Fucker.”

You spin and walk back the way you came. Dimwit better get the hint. Next time you'll aim higher.

“See ya soon, toots,” he calls after you in a strained grit, “probably in my dreams.”

#lloyd hansen #dark lloyd hansen #dark!lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #the gray man #drabble #lloyd sidequest #request

[spidernerdsblog]

baby spider

Summary : your son seems to have inherited his dad's powers.

Pairing : dad! Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings : fluff

You swayed in the middle of the nursery humming a soft tune to your almost two year old boy in your arms. Ben had his head nestled on your shoulder as he suckled on his thumb in his sleep. Making sure not to wake him up you gently laid him down on his crib and pulled the blanket over him.

You stood there taking your time fawning over your baby boy who was growing way too fast to your liking. It feels like yesterday after twenty two hours of labor the nurse had handed him to you wrapped in a soft blanket. Peter who was there beside you the whole time had tears in his eyes when he held him for the first time. He had kissed you as he told you how much he loves you both and thanked you for giving him the most precious gift of his life. And now you chase your little man around the apartment as he runs wild on his little legs. 

“My sweet boy.” you cooed leaving a soft kiss on his forehead. 

You have taken up a work from home job so that you can take care of Ben as you sit down on your computer to reply to your mails and get some work done.

Peter returned from his job after some time as you walked out to the living room.

“Hey,” he pressed a soft kiss on your lips. 

“How was your day?” you asked, grabbing his coat and hanging it on the rack. 

“Good for once Mr. Jameson was in a good mood today.”

“Shocking!” you gasped in mock surprise.

“I know.” Peter chuckled. “Leave all that, how was your day? And where’s my boy?”

“Just the usual stuff.” you shrugged. “Ben is taking a nap but I should go and check on him. It's almost his dinner time.”

“Yeah you go I’ll freshen up and start with preparing the dinner.”

Since day one of your marriage Peter has been quite adamant to make dinner every night and you let him ‘cause apart from the delicious food he looked like a wet dream when he worked around the kitchen especially shirtless. And why would you deny yourself from such a view? 

“Ben?” you twisted the door knob and walked inside the nursery to find the crib empty. “Oh my god! Peter!” 

Peter had just finished changing into his t-shirt and sweats when your panicked shriek made him rush to you. “Y/N what happened?! Are you alright?!” 

“Ben is missing Peter!!” you said with panic stricken eyes.

“What?!”

“I-I had put him in his crib, he was sleeping but now he is nowhere.” your chin trembled, a sob breaking out of you.

“Y/N, calm down.” Peter touched your shoulders.

“Peter, where did he go? He’s so small he can’t get out of the crib on his own.” you blubbered as fear gripped on to you. “What if someone took him knowing that you’re spiderman?”

“That’s impossible honey. We will find him, don't worry.” he kissed the top of your head reassuringly as he thought of what he should do. And just then the familiar sound of giggles of your baby boy reached your ears. Both you and Peter quickly jerked your heads up and your eyes went wide. Your toddler on his fours sticking on to the ceiling. 

“Holyshit!” Peter cursed under his breath as you cried out “Ben!” 

“Mama.” he said with a gummy smile on his face.

“Baby how did you get up there? Come down to mommy, it's not safe.” you raised your arms in the air towards him.

“Y/N, he doesn't know how the powers work.” Peter whispered in your ears.

“This is all your fault!” you turned to him accusingly.

“My fault?? There was a fifty percent chance of him inheriting the spider genes and you knew that.” he argued.

“I don’t know anything” you shook your head petulantly. “Just bring down our son from up there right now!” 

“Ok, ok relax I’ll get him.” 

“Stay right there sweetie daddy will come to you.” you cooed to your son who was looking down at you with his big brown eyes and then turned to Peter who was still standing by your side. “Peter! What are you waiting for? Get on the ceiling!”

“God you’re so bossy.” Peter hopped up on his feet, his fingers sticking to the ceiling as he got on to his hands and knees and slowly crawled towards Ben. 

Ben, too small to understand, thought his father was playing with him and crawled away giggling. “Daddy, no catch me.”

Your heart was in your throat as you watched Peter reach for your baby boy as he crawled away further.

“Ben, wait.” Peter said. 

“Ben, my sweet boy please don’t move. You’ll get hurt.” you tried, standing in the middle of the room helplessly. But he didn’t listen and moved to the edge of the ceiling and started to crawl down the wall. You quickly crossed the room and stood near the wall. As soon as Ben came in your arms length you scooped him in your arms. 

“Oh god.” you smothered his face with kisses. “Don’t you ever do that again.” a single tear sliding down your cheek. 

“Mama, no cry” Ben wiped your tears with his small hand as Peter dropped down on his feet by your side.

“You really scared us buddy.” Peter patted his head gently.

“I is hungwee.” Ben said, pouting out his bottom lip.

“I know my baby spider, let's go I made your favorite dino nuggies.” you smiled. 

“Nuggies! Yum, yum.” he squealed in excitement, making both you and Peter laugh.

“Yes and no more crawling on the ceiling.” you said.

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(A/N : the crappy edit is mine lol that pic is so cute but I had to change the background. Let me know your thoughts.)

Reblogs are appreciated ❤️

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #dad!peter parker #peter parker oneshot #peter parker imagine #peter parker fluff #peter parker x you #peter parker x y/n #tasm!peter parker #andrew garfield #andrew!peter parker #andrew garfield x reader #andrew garfield smut #peter parker smut #tasm! peter parker x reader #tasm!peter smut #spiderman fanfiction #tasm! peter parker fluff #peter parker fanfiction

[lovelettersforthedamned]

baby making with peter? either they already have a little one or it’s their first time tryin + bonus if it’s around the holidays :)

3+1

--genre + trope: SMUT, fluff, nsfw.

--pairing: dad!tasm!peter parker x mom!reader

--word count: 1.2k

--warnings: kissing, oral (f receiving), very fluffy sex, unprotected sex (DONT), creampie, multiple orgasms, fluff at the end.

--gif credits: @bethanyesda

The wind carried the snow throughout the city, a constant chill whipping past those that are traveling through the city. The beginning of December remained ruthless, but the multicolored lights coming from the apartments across the street warmed you. Inside your apartment, you and Peter have been unable to detach from each other’s touch all night. You two have been talking about adding another member to the family, the thought dancing through your mind for the past few days. Peter was actually the one to bring it up earlier this morning, catching you off guard. You told him you were okay to start trying, but you didn’t know you would start tonight. 

Your daughter, Junie, was at your family friend’s house, decorating cookies with their kids, and probably eating all of them in the process. She doesn’t know about your plans to give her a sibling, but of course, you asked her what she thought. As soon as you asked, her face lit up, and right from that moment, you knew that you needed another little one. 

The warm lighting accentuated Peter’s features as you two were entangled on the couch, your lips dancing around each other until you had to pull away for air. Peter asks as he looks into your eyes, “Are we going to do this…right now?”

You draw your attention to his face, searching for any signs of regret, “Yeah, I want to, but if you don’t then we don’t–.” Peter cuts you off with another deep kiss, the reconnection of your lips making your chest flutter. 

Smiling into your lips, he mumbles, “Let’s do this baby.” 

He climbs off of you, standing, as he extends a hand towards you. Grabbing it, he pulls you off the couch and leads you to your shared room. There’s a pep in his step, his eagerness never fails to amuse you. Reaching your room, you immediately pull him back into your embrace, enveloping him in another earth-shattering kiss. He swore his knees almost buckled. 

Still kissing him, you blindly lead him to bed, not daring to pull away. One thing about Peter is that his hands love to travel and explore your figure, and tonight was no exception. He knew all of your soft spots to memory, his delicate touch tracing the sides of your neck, leading down to the high point of your collar bone, and eventually making his way down to cusp the supple flesh of your breast. The soft squeeze was enough to elicit a delicate moan.

You wanted more, grabbing the back of Peter’s hand, and guiding him to the hem of your shirt. He’s caught on to your desperation, grasping the fabric and pulling it off of you. Revealing that you chose not to wear a bra today. It’s only then that Peter pulls his lips away from yours, leaning back to admire the view in front of him, “Fuck baby…you’re perfect. Y’know that, right?” His eyes raised to look back at your expression, a playful glimmer flickering on his face. 

You lean back onto your arms, making your breasts the main focus, and you respond, “I’m not sure Petey, maybe you could tell me, or even better, you could show me.” 

Peter’s stunned by your teasing, a sudden burst of confidence, making him dizzy. A giggle erupts from your chest as he climbs on top of you. Peter starts to litter kisses upon the valley between your breasts as he works to undo your jeans, quickly undoing the button and ripping them off, pulling your panties along with them. 

As soon as you’re undressed, Peter quickly follows, stripping himself until his beautifully toned body is in front of you. Peter knows what he wants, and there is nothing stopping him from devouring your, now-dripping, core. He sinks to his knees and pushes your thighs apart, the cold air touching your aching clit, making you hiss. 

With dilated pupils, Peter immediately attaches his mouth to you. He groans into your entrance, your taste wrapping around his tongue. Your hands find their way to his hair, the brown strands weaving through your fingers as you tug. Peter notices how much you love this, and it only adds to his pleasure. He loves worshiping your body. He still marvels at the fact that you’re able to create life. He honestly gets a little emotional thinking about it, but that’s for another time. Right now, all he wants you to do is cum in his mouth. 

He knows you're close when your toes curl and your clit starts to contract under his lips. Only a few seconds pass when his suspicions are confirmed to be true. He feels you cum onto his tongue, another groan escapes him as he’s surrounded by the taste of you. As you start to come down from your high, your fingers untangle from Peter’s hair and make their way to his hands. You’re panting as he asks, “You feeling okay, bug?”

“Baby,” you look down, “if you don’t fuck me right now, I think I might die.”

He crawls up to you, greeting you with a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips, “Alright, alright, be patient my love.”

“Please, please, please,” the world cascading off your lips like a mantra is quickly resolved as Peter enters you, bottoming out. A collective moan echoes through the room and ricochets off the walls. 

Not breaking eye contact, you hold his face, taking a mental picture of him in this state. Peter’s pace has been lovingly slow, but you didn’t mind. Both of you realized that this moment is sacred. There’s no rush, no panic, but there is the overwhelming weight of tenderness pushing on your heart. Pulling Peter close, you nestle your head in his shoulder, occasionally giving him small kisses on his neck. 

In this new position, you’re able to hear each pant, grunt, and moan perfectly. Combine that with the stimulation each thrust gave your clit, and you were right on the edge, once again. “Peter, baby, you whisper, “I’m right there…I’m gonna cum.”

A louder moan leaves Peter as he feels your walls clench around him, “Cum for me, cum for me (Y/N).” 

Cumming on his cock sent shockwaves throughout your body, causing your legs to shake beside him. It wasn’t long before you could feel a sudden pressure inside you, Peter coating your walls with his cum. He gives you one last thrust, making sure he got every last bit inside you. 

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you murmur, “I love you…so much, Peter.”

Peter’s arms nestle under your back, pulling you impossibly closer, “I love you too, (Y/N).”

~

After you’ve both cleaned up and settled back onto the couch, you breathe in deeply, soaking in this time with Peter. The lights outside your window twinkled and shone through the evening sky, and an indescribable cheer lingered in the air. “I can’t wait to tell Junie,” Peter says.

You smile, and the thought of making her a big sister brings tears to your eyes, “It’ll be quite the Christmas for her, huh?”

Peter presses a kiss to your temple, softly sweeping the hair that fell into your face behind your ear. And as if right on cue, a knock on your door startles you, signifying that your little baby Junie is back.  

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Also would love more of the art student x stem student peter writing,, again totally just self indulgent here but I adore their dynamic I could go on forever, like study dates but she’s working and Peter hangs around revising notes in her studio and they both just accompany each other AGHHH I could think about them for ages

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Your hand comes into view, taking Peter’s attention from his notes for the first time in hours as you slide a paper plate stacked with pizza slices towards him. 

“They were out of stir fry,” you say, “but they let me take extra pizza since they felt bad.” 

Peter blinks, realizing his eyes are dry and achy. “When did you get this?”

“Just now,” you say, though it sounds like a question. Your brows twitch towards each other, somewhere between bemused and concerned. “Pete, I’ve been gone for like a half hour. You didn’t notice?”

Peter blinks again, hard. He gives his head a little shake. “No, I, uh…I guess I was too distracted. Thanks for the pizza.” 

“Course.” You kiss the top of his head as you round the table, sitting down across from him with a couple slices of your own. Peter watches as you zone back into your work, a pensive frown coming to your face. You’re in the beginning stages of a new project, and the last few hours have been a frustrating cycle of erasing, sketching, and erasing again. Peter doesn’t get how you can even see through all the faded, half-removed lines on your page. 

“How’s it going?” he asks, tentative.

Your frown worsens. “Not bad,” you say, in a tone that says not great, either. “I’ve landed on an idea, but it just…it doesn’t feel perfect. I don’t want to start and then have to change my mind again.” 

“Didn’t you say that’s how it usually goes?” he prompts. 

“Yeah,” you sigh, and you sound so upset about it that Peter has to—just has to—reach across the table and take your hand. You offer him a small smile and return the squeeze he gives your fingers.

“Want a break?” he asks you, and you raise your eyebrows.

“I just took my break,” you remind him. 

It’s difficult to love someone and see them treat themselves how you treat yourself. Peter would count a run to the dining hall as a break, too, but he doesn’t like it when you do it. Still, that doesn’t give him a lot of ground for argument.

“Then can I see?” he tries, hoping talking it through will make you feel better.

You chew your lip for a second before nodding, going to slide your paper towards him. 

“Nope, hold on.” Peter stands up on his seat, stepping one gangly leg and then the other over the table before lowering himself into the chair beside you. He wraps his arm around your shoulder, hugging you so that your face is squished against his bicep. “Better,” he says. “Go on.” 

You laugh at his over-the-top affection, but don’t move away, going into the details of your original idea versus what you’ve come up with on paper. The abstract always falls short of the concrete, Peter knows that, and yet he feels your disappointment in your inability to fulfill the full scope of your vision acutely. You grow more animated as you talk, eventually bringing the paper closer and sketching while he watches. Peter suggests his own solutions as you work. They’re useless of course, but he knows that having a sounding board helps you think, so he’ll keep the conversation going any way he can. To your credit, you don’t tell him all the ways he’s wrong. You only hmm and huh and then do your idea anyway. 

After a while, you come up with something you’re happier with. It’s still not perfect, but Peter reminds you again of your own tenets; that it never will be, and your only job is to do the best you can with what you have. You’re smiling by now, so it’s a win in his book. 

“You gonna talk me through your biochem notes now?” you ask him cheerily. 

“Aw, sweetheart.” He kisses the side of your head. “You’re a gem for offering, but we both know you’ll get a headache.” 

“I’ll eat my pizza while you talk,” you propose, picking up a now cold slice of your dinner. “C’mon, it’s only fair.” 

Peter grins at you, your face lined with tiredness and hand stained with silver pencil lead but eyes alight with that fizzy energy you get from creation. “Okay,” he concedes. “But when we go home, we’re watching the most mindless show we can find on TV.”

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[spider-stark]

Anti-Hero // Hero x Villain Trope // pt. 2 //

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Summary - Reader and Peter are both living double lives. Spider-Man is considered a national hero, while the reader is viewed as a criminal. In their personal lives, they're both head over heels for one another, their friendship finally blossoming into something more. But as vigilantes? It's complicated

Warnings - Blood, mentions of kidnapping/abuse, knife violence,

Word Count - 4.6k

Your foot bounced against the footrest of the barstool you were sat in, your patience wearing thinner and thinner with each passing minute. Another glance at your phone as it laid face up on the counter, confirming that it had now been twenty-five minutes past when you and Peter were supposed to meet. 

Five more minutes, you told yourself, only five. 

Peter Pan’s doorbell chimed as soon as the thought crossed your mind, as if Peter knew that you were getting painfully close to assuming that he had ditched you. 

“Y/n!” He sounded like he had run several blocks just to get here, gasping for breath as he jogged over to where you sat. Your foot stilled at the sight of him, the anxiety of being stood-up immediately dissipating. 

He slid onto the stool beside you, still struggling to steady his breathing. You grinned at him, and the sight only made his lungs feel tighter. “You’re late, Parker.” 

A knowing tone, yet so light and playful, and it somehow held the power to wash away all the defeats he had faced today. It was one of the things Peter loved most about you, the way that you could melt all of his stress away, without even lifting a finger. 

“I’m sorry.” He choked the apology out between labored breaths, his body finally settling enough to let him try to speak. 

While Peter hadn’t run several blocks to get here, he did frantically swing a few dozen blocks, his muscles screaming out in pain the entire time. He was thankful that the annoying girl from earlier had been telling the truth when she said he would recover from the toxin, but he only managed to regain control over his motor skills with enough time to change clothes and come straight to Peter Pan’s to meet you. 

She also could have mentioned that he would feel like he got hit by a bus afterwards. 

“I started to think you were standing me up.” You admitted. 

“Never!” Peter blurted the word out, squinting slightly under the fluorescent lights that only added to the pounding in his head. “Today just felt kind of… paralyzing, I guess.” He couldn’t help but chuckle at his own pun, knowing it would fly right over your head. “Had a hard time getting myself moving.” 

Concern suddenly washed over your features, brows pulling together. “Do you feel sick or something?” 

You didn’t wait for his answer, leaning forwards on your stool and placing the back of your hand against his forehead. The sudden contact had a blush creeping up his neck, his face beginning to turn red. “You do feel a bit warm.” You hummed with a frown. “You should’ve texted me if you didn’t feel good, we could’ve rescheduled.” 

“No!” Another too-quick response, only deepening the crimson shade now painting his cheeks.“I feel great, promise.” He awkwardly cleared his throat, trying to sound a little less, well, excitable. “Just a rough day, ya know? Nothing worth rescheduling over! But I’m still really sorry that I’m late.” 

Peter already wanted nothing more than to throw that sorry criminal in jail, if not for being a thief than for attempting to ruin his plans with you. God, they knew just how to get under his skin. He tried to shake the thoughts of them from his mind, wanting to focus entirely on you, his mind free of irritating distractions. 

Today might have kicked his ass, but there was no way he would miss out on coming to see you. He struggled to make time for ‘Peter Parker’ things while managing to balance his duties as Spider-Man, but when it came to you? He would gladly shove Spider-Man to the side when possible. 

“I get it.” You reassured him, a soft smile that had his heart melting. “My day wasn’t that great either, but that’s just how it goes sometimes, yeah?” 

It really hasn't been a great day for you. Getting away from Spider-Man was the only thing that had gone right today. The job you were on earlier when Spidey had caught up to you ended up being a total bust after faulty intel led to your target getting away before you could even make a move. It threw things off for you—left you without a profit and forced you to evaluate your sources. 

“Well,” you cleared the brief silence between the two of you, “do you wanna get started?” 

Peter only stared at you, those beautiful brown eyes filled with little other than complete confusion as his mind lagged behind. You giggled at how dumbfounded he looked, and while he was slightly embarrassed, he also savored the sound of your laugh. 

“On studying.” You clarified with your index finger tapping against the garishly colored chemistry textbook laid on the counter. “Our test is next week and I really don’t wanna fail Mr. Harrington’s class.” 

Peter’s mouth formed a perfect O shape, his head nodding along as you reminded him of the reason why the two of you were meeting up today. Truth be told, he had been purposely letting himself forget about the ‘study’ part of your study date. 

“Oh, yeah.” He shook his head a bit, keeping his gaze focused on the coffee-stained countertop in hopes that you wouldn’t see that he was still blushing. “Sorry, I’m still not all here yet.” 

“We can still reschedule, ya know? If you’re just not feeling up to this right now.” You hesitantly reminded him, silently hoping that he would say no, that he would insist that he stay. It had been days since the two of you made these plans, and you had been looking forward to spending time with him. 

“No, really, I’m fine!” Peter answered your silent pleading, adding a smile. “I think we need to be on page 279.” 

You nodded in response, returning the expression before moving to flick through the pages of the book. 

To be honest, Peter really couldn’t comprehend why you needed his help to pass Harrington’s class. In nearly every other subject you were at the top of your class, serving as one of his biggest academic competitors at Midtown. What he didn’t know, however, was that the only reason you needed his help was because of certain distractions in class. 

Chemistry was the only class the two of you had together, and unfortunately that meant that the majority of it was spent with you staring at the back of Peter’s head and barely listening to a word Mr. Harrington said (too busy daydreaming about what it would be like to run your fingers through his gorgeous wavy hair). Your little crush had ultimately led to you just barely passing the class, which had turned out to be quite convenient, as it served as an excuse to ask Peter for help and get the chance to hangout with him outside of school. 

“Oh c’monnn.” You groaned as you examined the page, immediately filled with dread when you read scientific notation printed in big bold letters. 

“I promise it’s really not that hard!” Peter tried to assure you, hiding his amusement at your dramatic reaction as you pressed your forehead against the book, little sounds of protests still falling from your mouth. “You’ve got this, mkay? I’ve got full faith in you.” 

“As sweet as that is, Parker,” your close proximity to the paper muffled your speech as you refused to face him, “math is actually my arch-nemesis. I’m horrible at it.” 

Besides Spider-Man, you jokingly thought to yourself. 

“It’s not nearly as bad as it sounds though!” Peter continued to make promises that did little to ease your dread. “Let’s just give it a try.” 

You turned your head to the side just a bit, cheek still flush against the book as you looked over at him from the corner of your eye. “Do I even need to know how to do this? Like, if I don’t pursue a career in chemistry, will I ever need to actually understand scientific notation?” 

“Yeah, probably.” 

“Give me an example.” 

“I don’t know, what if you wanna figure out how many drops of water are in a river? You’d need scientific notation.” 

You furrowed your brows at him, although still amused by the response. “Why would I ever wanna know that?” 

Peter’s shoulders lifted into a shrug, an action he swiftly regretted as a burning pain coursed through his forearm, a reminder of the wound he sustained earlier that hadn’t quite healed yet. He gritted his teeth at the sensation, an action that didn’t go unnoticed by you. 

“Whoa.” You quickly straighten your posture, staring at him cautiously. “Are you good?” 

He forced out a quiet mhm sound as he bit down on the inside of his cheek, desperately hoping the feeling would subside. Peter wasn’t used to his healing abilities being so impaired, yet another side effect of the toxin, and he had forgotten just how much it hurt to be injured. 

“Are you sure?” You asked again, clearly not convinced by his less-than-impressive attempt at hiding his discomfort. “Is it your shoulder or back or something?” 

Peter felt your hand coming towards him, his Spider-senses snapping him out of his current agony as you hovered just inches above the covered wound. He reached out and grabbed your wrist so suddenly that it made you gasp, shocked by how fast he had moved. 

“Sorry.” He apologized, immediately loosening his grip. Your eyes remained wide, the shock still evident alongside a bit of suspicion. “I think I pulled something in my shoulder the other day and it’s still sorta tender to touch, ya know?” 

He already felt guilty for the lie, but it was the best he could come up with to ensure you wouldn’t try to reach for him again. Coming up with lies was already difficult for him, and he had no clue how he’d be able to craft a story for how he ended up with a giant slice taken out of his arm if you found out. 

“You really have the worst luck, don’t you?” You mused, your hand retreating back to your lap as you spoke. “I still have trouble believing that last week you accidentally ran into that streetlight and gave yourself a black eye!” 

Peter laughed nervously, thinking back to the moment. Funny enough, he hadn’t really been lying about that one. Sure, he had been swinging and not running, but he did hit a streetlight. “What can I say? I’m just not the most coordinated.” He fidgeted in his seat, an action you equated to embarrassment. 

In reality, the action had been fueled by anxiety. There had been too many close calls lately, too many instances where he had to make up an excuse for a bruise or a cut or whatever else, especially with the new girl running around. He was running out of lies to tell, and more than that, he was getting tired of having to lie. 

“Well at least try and be more careful, alright?” You teased him, though your concern for him was still evident. While he might’ve hated lying about his injuries, he did quite enjoy the way you’d dote over him whenever you’d discover a new one, always desperate for your affection in whatever way he could receive it. “If I’m gonna pass chemistry then I’m gonna need my tutor in one piece!” 

Peter grinned, returning your teasing tone, “If you’re gonna pass chemistry then you’re gonna need to learn scientific notation.” 

You jutted your bottom lip out in a pout, a low groan following suit. “Fine.” You reached for the book, sliding it closer to the two of you while scooting your stool a bit closer to Peter’s. “But you owe me.” 

“I owe you?” He shot you a bewildered stare, struggling not to laugh. 

You nodded. “Mhm.” 

“I’m the one helping you pass chemistry.” He noted, shifting his index finger from himself to you as he spoke. “So technically wouldn’t you be the one that owes me?”  

“Nope. Pretty sure I was right. You owe me.” You feigned complete seriousness, mocking him by pointing your finger in his direction. 

He decided to play along, electing to ignore the fact that you’re just procrastinating studying. “Okay, fine. So what do I owe you?” 

You paused for a moment, a mischievous look appearing on your face, causing Peter to raise a brow at you. “A date.” You declared confidently, taking advantage of the opportunity. “A real one. No school stuff or anything.” 

Peter felt his heart skip in his chest. 

“Deal.” 

Maybe learning scientific notation was worth it.  

Coming to Queens was a risky move, one that you didn’t like to make often. It was one of two places in the city that you liked to avoid—the other being Hell’s Kitchen—in an attempt to try and avoid running into anyone with devil horns or spiderwebs. 

Luckily, your line of work typically kept you out of the ‘problem’ areas of the city. The majority of your targets were New York's wealthiest, the kind of people that wouldn’t so much as dream of stepping foot outside of Manhattan. 

You much preferred meeting them in their own territory, finding it all the more enjoyable to toy with them in the places where they felt safest. But, sometimes, that just wasn’t a possibility for one reason or another. Despite that, bringing your business into Spider-Man’s self proclaimed home territory was always a dangerous move. 

In this case, though, it was unavoidable. 

For months you had kept a close eye on councilman Rupert Fletcher, a man that many others in your circle had tried to go after, only to fail time after time. At first, you struggled to understand how so many accomplished thieves had somehow been stumped on such a painfully average man. 

Despite Fletcher's status as a councilman, he was of little importance, his wealth being the only thing to put a target on his back. On the surface, he lived a rather average life of a man in his position. 

He owned a sizable penthouse on the Upper East Side that he shared with his wife and their french bulldog. A quick peek at his schedule revealed that his weekdays were typically spent in the office, the deviation being an occasional conference. His weekends were always the same, a trip to the country club in Spring Valley to decompress and unwind. 

There were sizable gaps in his schedule, several windows of time where his apartment was left unoccupied, with his weekend trips to the country club and his wife’s recent trip back to her home country for family matters—essentially meaning that Rupert Fletcher was every thief’s wet dream. Yet, even the craftiest of them all came out empty handed, claiming the man’s home was unusually bare. There was nothing of much importance in it, no safes filled with cash, no lavish jewelry. It was painfully basic, appearing as little more than a model home. Every one that dared to go after him all left the same: empty handed. 

You started to think you hit a dead end with him, after questioning every single person in your circle, desperate to dig up something on him. That is until a tiny girl by the name of Red made an offhand comment, one she clearly thought was of little importance. 

“The best I got out of it was this Dukes of Hazzard keychain,” she flashed a disturbing grin, the street lights illuminating the silver caps on her teeth, “better than nothin, right?” 

It was better than nothing. A lot better. 

While the keychain itself was rather stupid and not something you cared about, there had been a dingy key dangling off of it, a tag attached that read: StorageMart #813. At first you considered the thought that it had belonged to Red, but given the fact that a pristine Bugatti key hung alongside it, you quickly decided that it must’ve been Fletchers. 

That same night, you broke into the office of the StorageMart that night, combing through their records until you found payment receipts for unit 813. It hadn’t shocked you when you saw it was purchased under a different last name: Petrov. You recognized it as his wife’s maiden name, a fact learned through your prior research on him. With confirmation that it was his unit, you wasted no time with swiping a key from the utility office and heading straight for the unit. 

Its contents were a mystery to you, your imagination running wild. What could it be? Diamonds? Gold bars? A Dukes of Hazzard boxset? You weren’t sure, and truthfully, you didn’t care all that much as long as it was something of value. You didn’t know what he was hiding in the unit, but what you did know was that Rupert Fletcher was a bad man, and he deserved to pay for it. 

And discovering what he had worked so hard to keep secret only cemented that fact. 

The first thing you saw was a mattress laid out on the cold cement floor, a tattered blanket with the thickness of a sheet of newspaper spread across it. Beside it was a dingy orange bucket, the scent of what was inside practically overwhelming your senses entirely. You almost considered slamming the door shut, almost decided to cut your losses and get out of there before you emptied the contents of your stomach on the floor and left evidence of your presence. 

But then, you heard it. A faint voice, small and fragile, the words in a language you didn’t know. You didn’t need to understand what she said to know who she was, though, to know that you had finally caught Fletcher in his biggest crime of all. 

A bit of gossip tends to go a long way. It took a bit of work to find out where the women in Fletcher’s wife’s inner circle like to hang out, but it turned out to be well worth the struggle as all of them sat amongst themselves at lunch and chatted about how she had been threatening divorce months prior, and their theories of what he had done to her upon finding out, entirely unaware of the listening ear just a table over. A bit more digging led to gaining even more intel on Fletcher’s past tumultuous relationships, only furthering the suspicions. 

“Ms. Petrov?” You purposely opted to avoid use of her married name, hoping that it would indicate to her that you were there to help, not to cause further harm. 

The woman was emaciated and looked as if she were just days away from death, and you struggled to hide your shock. “I’m gonna get you out of here, alright?” A promise you intended on keeping. 

A huge part of you wanted to take the story public, to take pictures of the unit before he could destroy any evidence she was here and send it straight to the Daily Bugle. Jameson was an asshole, but he was never one to miss out on a good story. But, despite your desire to see Fletcher’s mugshot on the news, you bit your tongue. 

It wasn’t your story to share. And, even if Petrov had wanted to come clean and expose him to the world, men like Fletcher were rarely forced to deal with the consequences of what they’d done. He was too wealthy, too well-known, too powerful. 

Which was exactly why you were back here in Queens, at the same shabby StorageMart you had pulled Fletcher’s wife from just a few days ago. She was safe, staying in a women's shelter upstate, already beginning to plan her trip back home where she would be away from Fletcher for good. There was just one thing she needed before she could make her escape. 

“Thanks Rupey.” You sang over your shoulder, lazily wiping the ruby stained blade against your pants, “It was a pleasure doing business with ya.” 

He coughed a few obscenities in your direction, but made no move towards you as you headed towards the door of unit 813, too weak to move from where he laid on the floor. Everyone liked to put on a good show at the end, run their mouth just enough to make themselves feel like they put up a fight. You usually ignored it. Usually. 

 “How much did you take?” He spat in your direction, your footsteps falling silent as you paused by the door. 

You didn’t like his tone, the arrogance in his voice, his domineering attitude. You were a bit shocked that he had any snide remarks left in him, and even more shocked that he could even form words after you knocked two of his teeth loose. 

“I took what I needed.” You assured him, your own tone calm and collected in comparison to his. “And then some. Gotta make a profit in this business somehow, Rupe.” 

His wife had told you he would be here tonight, promised that he came by every other day just to chuck some food in her direction and try to convince her to reconsider her decision to leave him. Waiting for him was easy, since she said that Fletcher liked to stick to a tight schedule, and incapacitating him was even easier. 

A quick slash to the forehead, just a half an inch above his brows. It was the easiest way to stun someone, there were enough capillaries in the forehead to cause profuse bleeding that would eventually impair their vision, making it even easier to keep control over the situation. Immobilizing him wasn’t hard either, a quick jab to his right leg, maybe two or so inches deep. Deep enough that the average person wouldn’t be able to keep their weight on it without passing out from the pain, but nowhere deep enough that he would bleed out from the wound. 

After that, it was as easy and slipping his phone out of his pocket, forcing him to use touch-ID to get into his bank account (threatening to cut off someone's thumb makes it quite easy to get them to follow instructions) and then transferring a couple hundred thousand dollars to an untraceable bank account you had a friend set up for his wife. Fletcher had been the one to ruin her life and damn near kill her, it was only fair that he was the one to pay for her new one, especially if that was the only justice she’d ever get. 

“They’re gonna find you–” Fletcher swore, his strained voice growing louder as you moved to open the door, “I have cameras set up in here! There’s cameras all over this fucking property! The cops are gonna find you!” 

You gave him a quick glance over your shoulder, your mask still secured over your face, confident that the NYPD would find nothing that could trace back to you. Not any more than they already had, that is. “You’re not gonna tell them shit.” You laughed at him, rolling your eyes, “You think I wasn’t smart enough to hack into your stupid security cameras and duplicate the footage? I have hours of it, Fletcher. Hours of you torturing your wife, keeping her caged up in here like some sort of animal.” He didn’t respond, barely moved a muscle as his face paled. “You tell a single soul what happened here tonight, and I’ll send the footage off to every news station in New York. Got it?” 

You didn’t need to wait for confirmation, aware that men like Fletcher would do anything to avoid bad press. He would make up a story, the same way all of them did. A mugging gone wrong or some stupid lie, anything to paint himself the victim and keep his wrongdoings away from the public. You looked forward, savoring the feeling of the cold Winter air kissing your skin as you let the door slam shut behind you, relaxation washing over you at the thought of finally getting to go home. 

“Do I wanna know what you were doing in there?” 

Well, so much for relaxation. 

You glanced up, immediately noticing Spider-Boy crouched on the unit across from 813. “What are you even doing here?” You asked him, an exasperated groan following after. “Like, seriously, do you have a tracker on me or something? I’m gonna get you one of those little collars with a bell on it, the kind for cats, ya know? That way you at least can’t sneak up on me.” 

Spider-Man narrowed his eyes at you, and your lip curled in response. You didn’t like the way the whites of his mask moved to match his expressions, finding it a bit unnerving. “What were you doing?” He asked again, ignoring your previous sarcastic remarks. 

“Why don’t you go look for yourself?” You jutted your thumb over your shoulder, pointing towards the unit door where Fletcher’s groans of pain should still be faintly heard. “Cause I’m a bit tired from doing your job and all, so I’d rather skip the small talk tonight and head home.” 

He scoffed, still perched atop the building, staring down at you. “Doing my job?” 

You nodded. “Uh, yeah. Did I stutter or something?” 

“How were you doing my job?” He rephrased his question, annoyed by your constant habit of avoidance. 

“Do your own research for once, Spider-Kid.” You told him lazily, shaking your head as you began to continue your walk towards the exit gates of the StorageMart. “Maybe then you’ll realize we aren’t quite as different as you think.” 

The nickname annoyed Peter, but he tried to shake it off, aware that it was just another way you tried to get under his skin and throw him off. He swiftly jumped from the building, landing directly in your path to keep you from leaving. Before his feet even touched the ground you already had a knife drawn, as if you had predicted his movement. 

“While I commend you for wanting to stop me,” you spoke slowly, the tip of your blade pointed at his throat—it was an empty threat, as you knew that you would never strike what would most certainly be a fatal blow against him, although he didn’t know that and chose to keep a safe enough distance. “There’s a man in there that’s in desperate need of medical attention. I suggest you run off to be a hero and get him to a hospital.” 

Peter’s eyes shifted towards the unit, his amplified hearing allowing him to hear Fletcher’s heartbeat from where he stood. You were right; and while he didn’t sound like he was on the verge of death, he needed a hospital, and a fight with you was one he wasn’t confident he would win—not quick enough, at least, to justify leaving a wounded man to suffer. 

“We’re very different.” He promised you, taking a step back to show that he was backing down. To show that he was a hero, that he would prioritize a civilian's life over stroking his own ego by attempting to capture you right now. The two of you were nothing alike—Peter worked to protect this city, locking criminals up and fighting alongside the Avengers. And you? “You’re a villain.” 

You snorted at his dramatic choice of words, still armed and prepared to strike if he made a move towards you. He didn’t, though, taking a few more steps backwards towards Fletcher’s unit.

“Villain’s such a harsh word.” You clicked your tongue, chastising him, making his blood boil as he had to use all the restraint in his body to prevent himself from going after you as you readied yourself to dart for the exit. 

“I prefer anti-hero.”

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[webslingingslasher]

Hi 💖, its my first time writing here, english is not my first language but reading you has help me a lot to improve my english. I love the way you right Peter, and I wanted to ask for a request, I had an eye surgery like 2 weeks ago and my friends been teasing me about it saying that now I watch in 1080 HD (I mean I do now), so maybe you could do something with this and Peter please.

I LOVE YOUR WRITING 🥰🥰

this means the absolute world to me, i am so glad to have you here. congrats on your eye surgery, i looked up videos for this and i died inside, so you're a badass for sure! (in sake of the fic let's pretend reader got some laughing gas and is a little loopy.)

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“I can’t see. I think they cut my corneas.” 

Your boyfriend winces as he guides you out of your optometrist’s office, “technically they did.” 

“They did?!” Peter’s hand cups over your eyes when he gets you outside blocking you from the sunlight. You whimper and he nudges you along with a hand on your lower back. “The sun’s gonna hurt your eyes, let me get you some sunglasses.” 

Peter opens the passenger door at his aunt's car, before gently guiding you in the seat and immediately putting sunglasses over your eyes. His body leans across yours as he buckles you in, your bottom lip digs into your teeth when you try to place a kiss to his cheek, you moved awkwardly and nearly threw your face into his and hit his jawbone. 

“Oh shit, you alright, baby?” 

You feel warmth spread to your cheeks, you remember Peter but the details of your relationship were as fuzzy as your vision. Your best friend-slash-crush just called you baby, even after you crushed his face. The excuse of drugs would make this easier. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. You’re cute, but I don’t think I should tell you that.” 

Peter gives you a chaste kiss, “‘course you can call me cute.” 

Your jaw dropped but your crush didn’t notice, you start to think you’re a lot higher than you thought. The keys jingle in his hand as he pushes your knee further in the car before shutting the door and crossing around to the driver’s side. 

While your mind raced about what just happened you jumped when the engine roared to life, Peter clicked in his own belt. “Ready to blow this popsicle stand?” 

Your neck swivels, “we’re at a popsicle stand?” 

Peter awed at you, “I meant are you ready to go home?” 

You nod then hold out your hand as he reaches for the gear shift, “wait, did you kiss me?” 

He hummed, “I did, are you asking for another?” 

You stutter, “I mean, if you’re offering, but like, you don’t have to if you don’t want.” 

“Stop being silly,” his hand cups your cheek and pulls you in for another kiss, when he pulls away you follow and kiss him this time, he holds it for a few seconds before breaking it. 

“We do that a lot?” He’s your boyfriend, you’re sure of it. 

“According to you, not enough.” 

You scoff, “well, duh. Have you seen yourself? If I could like, sew myself to you, I would.” 

Peter makes a motion of looking around, “I’m sure May’s got a needle and thread around here.” You followed his movements with a smile, when you peered into the backseat a vivid flashback of hooking up with Peter hit you. 

“Oh god! Oh god, you’ve seen me naked!” 

You look at your boyfriend and gasp, you point at him in shock, “and I’ve seen you naked!” 

A cocky grin slid across his face, “oh, are we connecting the pieces now?” 

“You’ve done things to me, Peter.

“Alright, Nancy Drew. Let me take you home.” 

Confusion covered your face when he pulled up to your house, he seemed to have driven there on purpose. It’s proven when he puts the car in park and undoes his seatbelt, when he reaches for yours you stop him. 

“Why are we here?” 

“I told you I was taking you home.” 

You pout, you didn’t want to be here. 

“But that’s your house.” 

Peter’s heart swells in his chest, you viewed him as home. 

“I’m sorry, baby. Your parents wanted you home, but I’ll stay over tonight and I’ll come see you until you can get around on your own.” 

You smile wide, “really?” 

Your boyfriend gives you three quick kisses, “really, really.” 

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“How’s that 1080 HD vision treating you?” 

Three days have passed and you can see cleaner and crisper than ever before, you turn and shake with excitement when your boyfriend appears at your door. 

“You know, I didn’t know how you could get even hotter until they sliced my coneras.” 

“Is that so?” His hands rest on your hips. 

“They gave me 1080 HD Peter vision.” 

“Gross. Gimme a kiss.” 

He really is so much more beautiful up close. 

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[3mcwriting]

Any Fan's Dream, Part 1

Any Fan's Dream Masterlist

Synopsis:

When you look around and see Avengers Tower in front of you and Peter Parker beside you, you wonder how the hell you managed to get into the MCU.

You blinked, then blinked again.

You observed your surroundings. There were humongous buildings towering over the many people bustling through the sidewalks of the crowded streets. The skyscrapers were hundreds of feet above your head, the view from up there must've been magnificent. But that wasn't what had you staring around in confusion.

The tall building standing proudly in front of you was what caught your attention.

Avengers.

That was what was written on the side of the ginormous building.

You felt someone grab your hand gently. "C’mon (y/n) we have to hurry or Mr. Stark will be mad at you for being late again."

You turned to the all too familiar voice, breath hitching in your throat as you met the eyes of a certain brown haired person that played one of your favorite superheroes, one that had an infamous Peter-tingle and could climb walls and sling from buildings.

"Tom Holland?" you breathed out, incredulous.

He looked at you, head tilted with concern. "Who's Tom Holland?" he questioned. "Are you alright (n/n)? You look a little dazed."

You were frozen.

Why was Tom Holland asking you if you were okay? Why was he talking to you at all? Why was the Avengers tower in front of you? What exactly was happening right now? How come Tom Holland didn't know who Tom Holland was?

"Mr. Stark?.." you asked, faltering. "I-what?"

His eyebrows furrowed. "Are you sure you're alright (n/n)? I'm sure Mr. Stark won't mind if you're not feeling well."

This had to be a dream. It had to be. There was simply no way in hell that you had entered the MCU. You pinched yourself, nothing happened. At this point, you couldn't care less if it was a hallucination. Dream or not, you were talking to PETER MFING PARKER!!

You briefly wondered what age you were in this world. You looked down at your body and it seemed the exact same as when you were in your home world. So, 18. You wondered what part of the timeline you were in? Your eyes scanned Peter's face and decided that he looked the most like in Civil War so you deduced it was sometime around that.

"So...what did you think of Sokovia?" you asked, guessing it was around the time of Age of Ultron.

Peter looked surprised at the question. "It was horrible, why are you asking?"

You nodded.

So it was after Sokovia. Oh shit! Has Civil War happened?

“No reason. Ugh, just one more question. Or, two questions. Are the Avengers still working together?”

Now Peter looked even more confused. “Of course, why wouldn't they be?"

You exhaled a sigh of relief. "Um, no reason. Just really interested in the Avengers, ya know?"

Peter laughed. "Trust me, I know about your Avengers obsession. What was your other question?"

Aha! It seemed like even in this world, you were a fan. Good taste, me.

"Oh, yeah," excitement bubbled up in you. "Can I give you a hug?"

“Uh-sure.” Peter flushed slightly, his voice was a little higher than usual when he answered you. 

You laughed, AHHHH HE'S SO ADORABLE!!

You wasted no time and threw your arms around him. You almost screamed when you felt his arms wrap around you. You had no idea what you'd done to earn such an honor but you were thankful for it. Peter patted your back, and you moved away reluctantly. But then you thought of what he had said before, you worked for Tony Stank!!

Peter cleared his throat, a blush settling on his cheeks. "What was the hug for?"

Now, you had no idea what Peter was to you in this word, but guessed he was a close friend. You, having simped for almost all some of the Avengers, were not content with the friendzone. "What? I can't give a hottie a hug?"

Peter choked. "I-what? I mean-you're a hottie too?"

"Is that a question, Parker?" you teased him.

"No! You're a hottie too!" he said, trying to fix his questioning tone.

You laughed, so adorable. "It's fine, Peter. Just messing with you, I know I'm a hottie."

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You had no idea how you had gotten to this point. You were restrained in a dark room and had the sneaking suspicion a certain raven-haired god was behind it. You knew that Loki didn't appear again until Thor: Ragnarok after Thor: The Dark World when he fakes his death. You would've thought that he was busy ruling Asgard under the disguise of being Odin (FUCK ODIN HE'S A BITCH) but maybe he doesn't do that the entire time between the movies.

OH MY GOD I WAS KIDNAPPED BY LOKI AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-

Your internal screaming was cut short when the god entered the room.

Holy shit. He's hotter in person.

"So, mortal." Loki said, distaste in his voice. "You are to be quiet and compliant."

You guessed he was waiting for the Avengers to come in and save you, so you were a hostage. 

Great job (y/n), you've been in this world for less than an hour and you've already been captured by Loki. 

You were slightly worried, knowing that Loki hasn't had all of his character development yet and embraced his role as an anti-hero. But you also knew that he was smart and would keep you alive because a hostage is only valuable while they're alive.

"Soooo, how's life hotstuff?" you said loudly. Internally you were freaking out because a) LOKI was holding you hostage and b) Loki was HOLDING YOU HOSTAGE!!

"Mortal, I told you to be quiet." Loki warned.

You smirked. "But I don't want tooooo. We can have a civilized conversation with each other, don'tcha think? Or you can let me go, that works too."

Loki sighed. "Leave it to a human to disobey the simplest rules."

"So, Loki," you said, "how's life in Asgard?"

A surprised look flashed across his face but was gone almost instantly. "And how would you know about that, mortal?"

You rolled your eyes. "You tried to take over Earth, you're pretty infamous, you know?"

Loki's eyes narrowed. "That's not an answer to my question."

"I learned all that from watching TV and searching you up." 

Which was completely honest. You had watched Loki on TV which is where you learned about him, and you searched up most Marvel characters. But you were leaving out a couple of key details you hoped he wouldn't fish for. Because, you didn't have much faith in your deceiving skills when it came to lying to the man who faked his death like a million times.

Loki's expression went back to normal, but there was an emotion hiding in the depths of his green eyes. "I'll offer you a wonderful deal, human. You seem to be somewhat knowledgeable of me and if you can answer some questions about me, I will let you go.

Your eyes went wide. No way he was letting you go for a couple of measly answers about him. You knew something was up, with Loki, there was always a motive and you weren't very eager to find out what it was(that's a lie, you were really curious). But, you were a very knowledgeable simp. And freedom meant having the opportunity to meet more of your favorite heroes.

"Sounds easy," you said confidently.

Loki smirked, making you simultaneously swoon and become nervous. "We shall begin with the questions, then."

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"Easy, you're a momma's boy." you answered, cheering in your head. You knew you had gotten all of the answers correct so far, given the intrigued look on Loki's face.

Loki tilted his head. "How would you know that?"

You froze.

Unlike the other questions he had asked before that, you couldn't blame your knowledge of him on the News. He and Frigga never interacted on Earth(as far as anyone knew) and there was no mention of her by any humans so you shouldn't know.

"You just...give off that vibe," you said, laughing nervously. "You know?"

Loki mulled that answer over in his head. "You're quite an intriguing human."

He snapped his fingers, the ropes that were holding you to the chair loosened. You had a brief thought of, YES YES YES!! MAGICCCC!!!!, but then wiggled out of your restraints and stood up.

You looked at Loki, winking at him while trying to hide your nervousness. "It's been a pleasure, see ya, Hotstuff!"

His eyes bored into you, green irises sweeping over your frame. "The pleasure was all mine."

Then he gently grasped your hand and planted a soft kiss on it, winking up at you.

Your knees damn near went out.

You smiled back wobbly, barely managing to restrain yourself from screaming.

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Peter scanned the streets, eyes lighting up when he spotted your familiar figure. Quickly, he swung over to you and scooped you up in one swift movement. He had been so worried. You were acting strange before you had been snatched, and then it was like you had just disappeared and he had no idea where you were.

"Hey!" you said, then saw the person who had picked you up. "Wait a damn minute, Pe-Spider Man!"

You barely caught yourself from saying his name, not knowing if you were supposed to know his identity. Then you realized the predicament, you were swinging through the skyline of New York. You gulped when you saw the distance from you to the ground. But, that fear was quickly drowned out by excitement. You were swinging through the city with Peter Parker!! You whooped, laughing as the wind rushed by you. It was exhilarating and free and you loved it.

Your mind was a mixture of:

HOLY SHIT THIS IS SO COOL!!

And:

AHHHH I'M BEING SWUNG THROUGH NEW YORK BY SPIDER MAN!!! THIS IS AWESOME!

“Where are we going, Spider Man?” you tried to yell over the noise of the wind. He glanced at you and held you tighter, swinging to a tall building in the distance.

Ah, we're going to Avengers Tower. But why? You thought back to the timeline, Peter doesn't start working with the Avengers until they start breaking up. Oh, earlier he said I work with the Avengers. Or at least I work for Tony Stark. Maybe because of that? Seems likely enough.

You watched as the tower got closer, enjoying the transportation. You tightened your arms around Peter slightly, giving him a hug mid-swing. You could only imagine the flush painting his cheeks red. Assuming he wasn't super worry-crazy. In which case, he'd be too preoccupied with your disappearance to blush.

You stumbled as you landed on the balcony of the Tower, Peter's arms supporting you. You smiled at him. "Thanks Spider Man, that was so cool!"

Peter saluted and swung away just in time for the door to the balcony to burst wide open.

You sent a lopsided grin to Tony Stark. "Sorry, I'm a little late for work."

The expression of relief on Tony's face struck a chord in your heart. Wow, (y/n) from here must be well-loved. You had the ridiculous urge to be jealous of the girl you replaced. But, was it really so ridiculous? She's friends with Spider Man AND she managed to make Tony Stark care about her. She must be one hell of a person.

"Where have you been, kid?" Tony gave you a hug. You were surprised, but hugged back enthusiastically. Who were you to turn down a hug from Iron Man?

"So?" Tony asked as the two of you walked into the building. He was in classic mom pose, one hand on his hip with a foot tapping against the floor repeatedly.

"Oh! I was on my way here with Peter Parker and then I was snatched and-"

The elevator opened and Peter ran out and tackled you in a hug.

"He insisted on coming up, saying he was Miss. (l/n)'s companion."

Your eyes lit up, FRIDAY!!!!!

You felt a brief sense of surprise but then remembered that after Age of Ultron, Tony uses FRIDAY rather than JARVIS.

"Ohmygodohmygodareyouok??" Peter had his hands on your shoulders, forcing you to look at him. The situation struck you again, making you laugh. THE Spider Man is asking if I'm ok!! Peter didn't wait for you to answer his inquiry and enveloped you in his embrace again. "Don't worry me like that, (n/n). You scared me."

Your smile softened and you pat him on the back as he hugs you. "It's ok, Peter. I'm ok."

Your eyes closed as you hugged him tightly, rubbing circles on his back to sooth him out of the panic he'd worked himself into.

Tony watched the whole ordeal with a knowing smile on his face, Peter is whipped.

"Agent Romanoff and Captain Rogers are entering the room, they heard of Miss, (l/n)'s arrival."

Your eyes snapped open at the names. HOLY SHIT NATASHA ROMANOFF AND STEVE ROGERS ARE COMING IN HERE AND THEY KNOW ME TOO!!!!

The elevator doors dinged open again, letting in more people worried about you. They looked at you, concern in their eyes. Peter was still holding you tightly, so you could do nothing but wave at them.

"Move aside, 5-year-old. I wanna give her a hug too," Natasha said, staring at Peter until he let go of you. Part of you missed Peter's embrace but the rest of you was too caught up on the fact that Natasha Romanoff was about to hug you.

She wrapped her arms around you tightly. "You shouldn't scare us like that, babe. I think Stevie over there almost had a heart attack. You know how old he is, you'll stop his poor heart."

Steve glared at Natasha, his eyes softening when they landed on you. "All joking aside, you worried us. Are you okay, doll?"

You were positive you were in heaven. You had nicknames from Natasha, Steve, and Tony!! And you were best friends with Peter Parker!

"I'm okay, thanks Cap," you said.

Natasha released you from her embrace and you hurried over to Steve to give him a hug. His arms around you were the only things holding you up. 

You wouldn’t be surprised if you died from your heart exploding with happiness. First, the Natasha Romanoff hugged you and now Steve “Language!” Rogers did!

It was a dream come true.

~~

The celebration at the tower at the return of a well-loved person did not go unnoticed by a certain black-haired god. Green eyes swept over the scene playing out, intrigue growing in his being.

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[kitmoas]

seized within the silk we grew

WandaNatKate x Reader (Part of the Training Grounds Universe)

Warnings: ***18+** **MINORS DNI** **Vague Smut-ish*** Mommy kink, slight public things

As usual if i missed anything let me know!

Author's Note: ...........Shhh it's a Halloween Treat (an unedited one so I do be sorry if it sucks)

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Blinking slowly as the sun sunk into your eyes, reveling in the slight pain. The noise below you kept your anxieties down, but you knew that the quiet in your head was only temporarily lulled. Everyone else wanted you to move on, but how could you? Your world had crumbled, the foundation cracked and shattered so quickly and you never even stood a chance. One day the rest of them would understand, and maybe this was selfish but you couldn’t stop the thought, it was always you. First your father, your home, and now your temple; gone. 

A hand on your shoulder, gentle but firm broke you from your thoughts. “Hey Pete is done, you ready?” The small smile makes you blush and you know the influence of others has caused you to not quite understand your own emotions, but you have nothing else to grasp so you allow that to run rampant. Nodding, you let your body get guided with a soft hand on your lower back as the two of you step out onto the thin but strong webbed walkway. 

Your face brightens the closer you get to your friends, all in various states of lounge from where you all dangle in the web that the spider boy created. The sun is setting in the background giving you a beautiful view of the city, even below where you can see kids all dressed up running around knocking on doors and getting candy. Settling down next to your best friend, her hand reaching up to tangle in your pant leg tugging at you insistently, a slight sound of disappointment comes from the one who helped you across the bridge in the first place. “I believe boy of spiders did well with this, do you agree?” 

A loud groan, a small web flying past you, and you don’t even have to open your heavy eyes to see the young boy’s pout. “We have been friends how long Yelena, I am Spider-MAN. Man.” 

Her body shakes as you curl into her, exhaustion starting to catch up despite your want to be a part of the group. You want to speak up and laugh, you know that was the point of everyone inviting you but you can’t help how you relax around them. 

“You say that like our little resident Russian hasn’t had her accent and lack of English stick with her for this long, you aren’t ever going to be a man in her eyes.” The taunting voice of America is obvious, and you know she’s trying to get a rise out of both of them but neither bite as the loud giggles of one night only demons and heroes down below ring through the air. 

Clearing her throat, finally shaking the sting from earlier Cassie stands up. “Why don’t we just start drinking? Yeah? Maybe everyone can be men that way?” She’s giggling as she sticks her tongue out at the boy, tossing him a bottle. “My special cocktail, drink up everyone.” She gently sets one in your hand, waiting for your eyes to open to smile at you. “At your own pace, no rush.” 

“Should we drink since most of us are on duty?” Even you groan at Peter’s question, rolling out of Yelena’s arms to stare at the boy.

“Take the spider mask off for a minute and have fun, does Bishop really have your balls in that tight of a grip?” You mean it as a joke, you swear to yourself but you can almost swim in the haze that the tenseness creates. It was the first time anyone has mentioned the archer, and no one thought it would be you first. Rolling your eyes at the panic spreading across his face, you pop the lid off of your bottle and lean back. The strong liquor stings as it goes down your throat, though anything feels better than the weight of the silence. 

A loud laugh and a slap on the back interrupts your thoughts, “You heard her! Follow her lead you weak little Avengers!” You knew that you could always count on your best friend to match your energy. Everyone else follows suit, but one, gulping down their own drinks.

When you finally pull the now half empty bottle from your lips, a drop of the deep Periwinkle liquid escapes down your chin but a gentle thumb doesn’t allow it to get too far. Swiping it away quickly, the hand cups your cheek and sky blue eyes search for your own. They should be comforting but you always did prefer a storm. “Careful there.” 

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“Careful there sweets.” Always cocky. You knew that before you started dating her, and you know it’s only gotten worse now that you are on her arm. “Wouldn’t wanna ruin your pretty little costume, now would ya?” She’s pushing into your space, her hand cupping your jaw giving her even more control as she smirks down at you. 

The barely there costume was already ruined before you were even able to leave the girl’s apartment. She had shoved you against the wall the moment she had sauntered down the steps in her cheesy pirate costume, the tattered vest hanging open to show off her abs and the hat barely hanging onto her head. The brunette was holding a sword when she realized that your torn tied up shirt barely covered anything and your skirt had multiple slits so high that she barely had to swing one to get access to between your thighs. 

Eyes rolling, you hope that the darkness of the room conceals the way your cheeks flush. “Well I know you won’t be getting the chance to, so someone has to.” Biting your bottom lip, you know that you’re challenging her. It’s always fun to see how far you can push her until she finally breaks and gives you what you want. 

Kate’s eyes are intense as she stares you down, dark cobalt swirling before it’s interrupted by a hiccup. Giggles erupt from both of you and you feel your heart almost stop, frozen as you watch her head fall back. You never understood how you got someone so amazing to even look at you, let alone have her fall in love with you too. Her head falls to your shoulder, even as her body still shakes with laughter, as her arms wrap around you. She’s tugging you closer, into her body, and you know it’s the safest place you’ve ever been. 

You can feel soft kisses along your neck, a gentle nip as she finally pulls away. Her smile is wide and the glossy nature of her eyes are the clear giveaway of the alcohol she’s consumed. The breath you take gets caught in your throat while she looks at you, almost like you’re the gravity keeping her on the planet. “Let’s go back to the party, I gotta show off my pretty girl.” 

A whine tears through your teeth and you want to beg her to come back, to put her hands back on you but you know that she’s ready to be back in the spotlight. She’s aching to parade you around, not only you but the fact that you are hers. You love it, something you had never gotten to feel before, but in the moment you just wanted her to take what was hers. 

Sighing you just nod, but when she roughly pushes you back against the wall. Her knee shoving its way between your thighs and her mouth smashing against yours. The taste of alcohol was strong on her lips and her kiss was messy, but her hands were rushing along your body. Desperate to feel you up before she finally pulled away, shaky breaths as she smirked down at you. Watching as your hips subconsciously grind down onto her thigh, “I’ll take care of this within the hour, don’t you worry sweetheart.” Cobalt eyes twinkling as she winks at you, her hand cupping your cheek as she pulls you towards the dance floor.

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Shaking your head, you smile up at the girl and you try to clear your head from the memories. You were working on that, it’s hard but one day you hope that it will be easier. You let her rest her hand on your face for a few moments before you gently move away, settling back into your position with Yelena. 

It takes a bit before the group starts up their normal antics, America dumps her drink on Peter when he starts practically drooling over MJ. “Do you have to dry hump your webs every time your little girlfriend comes up?” Everyone is laughing, the two somehow constantly at each other’s throats. 

“Yes Peter, what does that MJ even do? Can she take down a secret agency?” The blonde leans up, letting your heavy head fall from her shoulder, as she sticks her tongue out at the boy. Everyone likes to give him crap for being the only one that likes someone out of the business. 

Cassie starts laughing, rolling on her back. “Really going for that spider-man damsel in distress trope aren’t you?” She’s trying to keep her hand stable as she almost spills her drink. 

The shaggy haired boy huffs, though used to the teasing and he knows it’s all just fun, the alcohol in his system is making him a bit more sensitive to the taunts. “At least I have someone Cass and I’m not pining over someone I can’t get!” He blinks, but doesn’t make eye contact with you or the other girl. “I have someone amazing, and she’s perfect. She makes me happy and for the first time I can relax. I don’t feel like I’m always on edge or ready to jump into a fight when I’m around her. I can put down the mask and the responsibilities and feel like a college kid. I’m just a kid and she makes my life better. She makes me better. I’m a better Peter around her, a better Spider-Man.” His voice trails off, realizing that he let his emotions get the better of him. 

It's the one thing every single person in the job wants. Someone, despite the title they hold, to love and melt into. It’s hard to find a patient and understanding person, someone who won’t get mad at the late nights or broken bones. To find someone like MJ was rare, and every single person sitting there knew that. They knew that you had to hold onto those ones with an iron grip, and do anything possible to keep them in your life. 

America sighs, letting her head fall on his shoulder. She leans up to kiss his cheek, a sign that she’s done teasing. It’s quiet as the group take the time to sip at their drinks, enjoying the chilled wind. You should have noticed the way that they all side eye to look at you, the way that Cassie is longing after you, but you’ve lost your own mind. 

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Your giggle rings through the mostly quiet room, body squirming to try and get away from the soft kisses that Natasha was leaving along your stomach. She had been soft and sweet all day, her phone and earpiece nowhere to be found. The two of you had spent the entire day dressed in soft onesies, you in a devil one while the ginger donned a random one that made absolutely no sense to you. She had gasped, acted so offended that you wouldn’t know the classic that is Trick r’ Treat but she just tugged you onto the couch anyways. The movie was immediately started, though you don’t remember most of it. 

After what feels like forever, trying to avoid her tickles, the older woman finally leans her chin on you to look up at you. “Thank you Malyshka.” She giggles at your confused look, kissing your hip bone softly. “I wanted to spend today with you because I know you like Halloween, and though I never really celebrated it I thought it would be nice to at least be together.” She stumbles over her words a bit, a blush rising up her neck. “I made Wanda take my technology and I wanted to just feel the safety of being with you. Nothing taking away from us or the way you make my body feel relaxed, just you and me. Together.” 

Something in your body stops, your heart practically giving out, and you know that you’ve dreamt about this moment since the day that the two of you met. You had always wanted the older women to look at you like you mattered, like you were more to them than you were supposed to be. You could feel your head nodding, mindlessly as you tried to keep your emotions in check. You couldn’t be obvious, or too clingy, or else you might chase her away so you just accepted her words. It felt wrong but you wanted to keep her in her safe little bubble for as long as possible, and if that meant you would spend every single day wishing that she would be different with you more often then okay. If that meant for the rest of your life you would feel inferior so that she would be able to relax just for a bit, then that’s just fine for you. You would give up everything if that meant keeping her happy. 

Natasha was leaning over you, a soft smile on her face. It wasn’t uncommon for you to be on the receiving end of them, but this felt different. It felt real and you did everything in your power to not react. You wanted to kiss her, but you were scared that it would push her away. Instead you waited, with bated breath, as she just stared at you. It was the sound of the music from whatever movie was playing that broke the trance she was in, the ginger bounces back. 

Her eyes were no longer soft, instead they were panicked as she looked around trying to figure out what to do. She was only that vulnerable after she put you in a much more defenseless position, having normally left this type of interaction with Wanda. You want to reach out, but she turns to you suddenly with the smile back on her face. “Let’s make some brownies, we can even decorate them like mummies.” Her hand encases yours softly, and she’s guiding you to the kitchen and for a moment the freak out was forgotten. 

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Blinking, you can’t help the embarrassed look on your face when you realize that everyone is looking at you. You try to look the other way but the sun is gone and the moon is entirely too cloudy to even watch it, so you just sigh. Rolling your eyes at yourself, you try to not focus on how many times you have made the group go quiet or how many times you have completely killed the mood. All you wanted to do was drink and hang out with friends, but even that was too hard for you to do apparently. 

The web moves below you and you feel familiar arms wrapping around your shoulders, tugging you back into her body. The two of you sit in silence for a moment before everyone else starts to move, giving the two of you a bit of privacy. “It’s okay, you know?” America’s eyes are soft as she searches for yours. She shrugs when you reject her, and just pulls you tighter against her. 

“How can it be?” Your voice catches you off guard, it sounds sure even though that was far from what you actually felt. “I’m ruining everything and it’s been so long.” 

The girl shrugs, her messy bangs falling into her eyes as she chuckles. “You think we expect you to be okay? We don’t. We’re your friends, real ones. We want to build you up regardless of everything, and we can’t do that if you act like you’re whole. We tease and taunt and mock, but we love you. At the end of the day we love you, no boundaries and no conditions. If you let us, we’ll be there for you and even when you fight it we will be too; just waiting in the background for when you need us.” She’s blowing her hair away from her face, a quiet falling over you to like a security blanket. Leaning over to place a soft kiss against your temple, she whispers reassurance once more as she leaves you to be. 

You want to reach out, beg her to come back and wrap her arms around you. For her to drag over Yelena or even Peter so that you can fall into their arms. It hurt to let her walk away and it almost felt like a weight was slowly crushing your chest, breaking and cracking at your ribs to puncture your lungs. The breath falling from your lips, blue in your imagination. 

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“I think it would be fun to actually go out to eat tonight, don’t you Мой красивый ангел?” Her voice echoed through the doorway into the room where you were curled up on the bed, a wave of sadness hit you and it felt like your entire body was caving in. A head of curly brunette hair pops into the bedroom, eyes twinkling but the moment she sees your body in the fetal position it dims. 

Rushing over to you she pauses at the foot of the bed, hand hanging in the air as she tries to quickly assess the situation. Before she can even move you’re flopping over, a pout on your lips and tears in your eyes. Reaching out, your hands grab at her as you silently beg for her touch. The pain is searing and you swore that it was real, but you had a horrible feeling that it was just all in your head. Your anxiety is coming to destroy your favorite holiday, but you wanted to fight it. 

She’s on you in moments and it’s almost like nothing happened, unsure of what even started it you decide to instead melt into the older woman. You weren’t sure if it was just her powers at work or if maybe it was just your desperate need to be around the Sokovian, but whatever pain you were feeling disappeared. The secret of which it was would never be revealed to you, instead you decide to spend the time you now have in bed to your advantage. 

Slowly you move in the witch’s arms so that you can look up at her, a twinkle in your eyes as you miss the red mist falling from her fingers. “Mommy, I think I would rather stay in. We can make sure the candy bucket stays full that way!” It’s a bad excuse and you know it, but you couldn’t think of anything else quickly. You were craving her touch on your body, and you knew that if you were to go out the most she would let you do is get filled by her magic. That wasn’t enough tonight. 

The smile on her face is hesitant but the look in your eyes is real, and how can she deny you of anything? If you needed her touch to feel better than that’s what you needed. Her kiss is sudden, surging forward to connect your lips. The brunette lets you have a few seconds of a mostly gentle kiss before she pushes you onto your back, body pressing you into the mattress. Her weight keeps you pinned as she snaps her fingers and your clothes start to rip off. It’s all so fast and you almost want it to stop, overwhelming your senses but when she pulls away to watch you your racing heart calms. 

“Well hello there little one.” Her voice is soft, it’s gentle and you almost think tonight might be different than every other time. “You’re Mommy’s. Say it.” Her hand cups your chin, thumb swiping along your bottom lip. Her eyes are predatory, but in a warm nature, as she watches your body come into view. Her magic is working to tear your clothes to shreds. She makes a mental note to buy you more, as you whisper it. 

Her hand strikes you out of nowhere, the sting along your cheek forces your head to the side before her rough grip on your jaw brings it back. “Mine, and I own your little body.” Something in her snapped as she trails her free hand down your body. “You know, you seem confused for such a smart slut. Did your brain turn to mush already?” She’s sneering as her eyebrows lift, her fingers slipping in between your thighs where she finds wetness already gathered there. 

Shaking your head, you know it’s a lie. You weren’t sure where it came from, unaware of your own arousal. You had thought you wanted her to be nice, but you can feel the warmth in your body as she settles into her normal state. It’s harsh and almost uncaring, but it’s habitual and comforting. The actions and brash tone turns your mind off, and you realize that even in the state that you’re in the way Wanda treats you is what keeps you level headed and calm. 

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A quiet thwap takes you out of your thoughts, and the bouncing unsettles you from your spot as the group starts walking towards the building. You spot the candy that Peter threw at you, hanging just above you though you can’t pinpoint where the web is connected. Sighing you sit there for a moment, eyes watching as Peter and America push each other–both determined to be the first one off the web. 

A firm hand lands on your shoulder and you immediately smell your best friend’s perfume, the blonde kneeling next to you. The two of you silently watch the last of the trick or treaters below you, and you head falls onto her shoulder. “You know, I think the world really does test the best people. It is unfair and mistreatful, but only the best end up the way you do. I am always on your side. I know you didn’t ask me to be, and you don’t technically need me to be, but I am. I will always save you no matter what, and together we will not just survive but we will conquer.” She smiling now, against your shoulder where she tilts her head to suppress her giggle. 

Shoving her away, you can’t help the eye roll as you relish in your time with the Russian. “Okay, don’t get too crazy. The FBI is gonna think you want to start a war or something.” You watch her shrug, rubbing her thumb along your shoulder blade as she stands up. Opening your mouth you go to say something, but she’s already walking away. Even with the mouthed apology, you want to whine and complain but your attention is being pulled from her as someone settles down next to you. 

Feet swinging off the edge of the web, the two of you sit in silence. You wait there for her to say something. You don’t have any negative feelings towards her, and you do really enjoy spending time with the girl. The two of you both enjoy a lot of the same things and conversation is easy, but there’s just something that isn’t right. Maybe you should take a chance, let her take you out just once, but at the same time it’s just too simple. It feels mindless after the past six years but the need to restart is strong, so maybe you should. 

There were a lot of maybes, and you hated that. You were always so sure before, and if you weren’t then someone else was sure for you. It was a stable foundation where your own personal castle was built, but now you have to rebuild. You’re on new land, new terrority, and you have to stumble around to find materials. Even now, lost in your thoughts, you can feel the warmth along your ribcage and it makes you wonder what is happening. Can you truly find a new foundation while the old one pulses along your body? 

Cassie stands, a hand outreached to you with a gentle smile pulling at her lips. She waits, patience unending, as you stare back up at her. Blinking slowly, you try to put together your thoughts. She isn’t rushing or pushing, just there. So you nod, taking her hand and allowing her to pull you up. Her arm is heavy as she wraps it around you, guiding you off the web. The two of you don’t speak, and you hate how it feels comfortable even as you take the stairs down to where everyone else is waiting. 

You can hear the chatter even from the staircase, the three of them arguing about something. “I have a higher ranking than you! I will not switching just so I can have a stupid title!” Chuckling as you hear the Russian yell out, the alcohol must be just starting to hit her with how animated she is being. 

Stepping into few, the two of you immediately gain the attention of the others. Three pairs of stares, the lack of reaction would have gotten to you if America wasn’t able to shake it off first. “Tell them that one day you’ll join the Young Avengers! You wanna work with me and Petes, right?” It’s hopeful even through her confusion as she stares at the arm around you. 

“Why would she want to be a YOUNG avengers when she could be partners with THE White Widow?” Yelena is screaming, howling almost, and you can’t help but giggle with her. 

Peter shrugs, chugging the rest of the drink in his hand before he politely drops it in the garbage next to him. “I personally think you both should join up, we would be unstoppable.” 

There as the entire group starts laughing, the world quiet at the end of the night and litters of empty candy wrappers floating past deflating ghosts, something feels right. You let yourself sink into the feeling, for the first time in months, and you shrug. “Maybe I’ll be on call for both of you, Young Avengers and the infamous White Widow. How about that?” Everyone laughed and nodded along, the group starting to walk down the sidewalk. If anyone looked out the window too quickly it would look just like a group of college kids, laughing and joking, they would never know that the group had fought for their lives from childhood. 

It feels weird to casually agree to something like that, your life on a spiral since you graduated. You weren’t sure where you were going, but at least here on your favorite day of the year you weren’t alone. Surrounded by friends you knew that everything would be okay, and you just needed to allow that to happen. It wasn’t just yet there, but one day it would be and that was all that mattered. 

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Caught in the Cats Web Chapter 15

Miguel O'hara x Felicia Hardy!Reader

Previous Chapter 🕸️ Series Masterlist

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, SMUT (piv)

Word Count: 4K

Summary: An unexpected visitor drops by Felicia's penthouse. 

Co-Author: @stclairesplace

A/N: We’re back! Holiday season was crazy and we both got sick but here’s some smut to make up for it!

New York, Earth-192

"Ready?" Miguel called out as he meticulously adjusted his attire in front of the mirror by the front door.

"Wait!" Felicia's voice echoed from her jewelry room. "I have the perfect earrings for this dress. I know they're here somewhere!"

Miguel couldn't help but chuckle as he rolled up the sleeves of his tight white button-up shirt. "You were the one who insisted on leaving early for the hors d'oeuvres," he playfully teased.

Felicia's frustration was evident as she continued rummaging through her jewelry, determined to find the right accessories for the evening. "I can't show up to an art gala looking like this!" she huffed.

Just as she voiced her concern, a polite but urgent knock sounded at their front door, disrupting the couple's preparations.

"Babe, can you get the door?" Felicia called from the jewelry room, where boxes and accessories were strewn about in disarray.

Miguel smiled as he made his way to the door. Once it opened, he was met with a familiar face, one he’d studied many times before. 

"Oh!" The woman at the door jumped in surprise, her eyes darting to the numbers next to the doorframe. "Do I have the wrong address?" She pondered, her brow furrowing in confusion.

Miguel maintained his composure, trying to keep the conversation polite. "Can I help you, ma'am?"

The woman's frown deepened as she studied Miguel. "I'm looking for a Felicia Hardy," she explained, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

Before Miguel could respond, Felicia came bustling down the hallway and around the corner, slipping into her sleek black heels. 

"Ready!" she exclaimed, a hint of breathlessness in her voice.

As soon as she came into view of the door, Felicia stopped in her tracks, feeling her heart pounding in her chest.

"Felicia!" 

"May?" Her voice quivered with surprise. "W-What are you doing here?"

Aunt May brushed past Miguel, her arms enveloping Felicia in a warm, comforting hug. Her voice was filled with genuine concern as she said, "Oh, honey, I heard what happened." 

Miguel, standing nearby, could see the distress written all over Felicia's face. Although he was ready to intervene and save her from this potentially awkward situation, he understood that this was something Felicia needed to go through. He watched, his heart heavy with empathy for the woman he cared deeply for. His presence was a silent support, ready to be called upon if necessary.

Aunt May broke the hug, her hands gently cupping Felicia's face. "You two are meant to be together, sweetheart, you'll get through it." Her words were filled with conviction and a kind, maternal assurance that tugged at Felicia's heart.

Felicia felt overwhelmed as a storm of questions flooded her mind. She stammered, struggling to grasp what was happening. "W- What are you talking about, May?"

With a deep frown, Aunt May explained, "Peter told me you two broke up. I'm here to help you through your crisis." Her eyes were filled with compassion and understanding.

Felicia's thoughts were racing, trying to make sense of the situation. "W-what... what crisis?"

Aunt May drew her into another comforting hug, expressing her support. "Aw, honey, you don't have to hide it from me. We're family." She held Felicia close, offering reassurance and understanding.

“How about we sit.” Felica said as she guided her to the couch. Miguel watched from a distance, ready to offer his support when she needed it most. Felicia felt a wave of relief as she settled into a chair. She took a deep breath and looked at Aunt May, her eyes filled with a mixture of confusion and hope. "I'm very lost right now. Can we start over?"

Aunt May nodded her expression kind and understanding. She held Felicia's hands in hers, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Of course, dear. Peter and I had our Sunday brunch today, and he told me you two broke up." She paused, her voice filled with concern. "He told me you were having a crisis and needed time, that's why I'm here."

As she rummaged through her purse, Aunt May's warm smile returned, and her eyes softened. She pulled out a familiar Tupperware container. "I brought you that dessert you like." She placed it on the table, a small gesture of comfort and care.

“May,” Felicia’s voice filled with regret. “I’m not having a crisis.” Aunt May’s eyebrow quirks in confusion. “I’m very happy, May.” She smiles, glancing at Miguel who stands across the room.

“Well, it seems like I’m lost now.” 

“I’m sorry, I know this is going to be hard to hear, but Peter and I broke up months ago.” Aunt May’s jaw slacks as she takes in the new information. “We broke up in the summer when he started seeing MJ… It’s winter now, I’ve moved on.” 

Aunt May’s gaze shifts down. “He can’t be with MJ, she’s still across the country.” 

Felicia bites her lip, feeling a tinge of guilt for destroying her image of her perfect nephew. “She moved back last May. We broke up in June.”

A tear escapes Aunt May. “Really?”

Felicia nods. “I tried. We got back together at least four times during the summer, but… It didn’t work out. I’m sorry.” 

“But you two were meant to be together! We bought you a ring in May! He had a whole proposal planned!”

Felicia could feel her heartache. “I’m sorry,” was all she was able to say. 

Meanwhile, Miguel’s blood was boiling at the interaction. He wondered how many people Peter had lied to, how long he pretended they were together. Even thinking of the possibility of Felicia saying “yes” to him, and accepting marriage gave him chills. It enraged him all the more. 

Felicia listened to May's words with a mix of emotions, her eyes welling up with tears. She appreciated May's understanding and sympathy. As the tears began to flow down her cheeks, she took solace in May's comforting presence. 

"I'm so sorry he didn't tell you. But if you would have seen him, how he acted with me as time went on, you'd understand," Felicia confessed.

A few tears trickled down May's cheek, and she looked deeply pained. "I'm so sorry, dear. For whatever he did to you, well, I—" Her voice trembled with emotion.

Felicia reached out and touched May's hand. "It's not your fault, May. Nothing was." 

May opened her arms, and Felicia moved to hug her, finding comfort in the maternal embrace. She gently stroked her hair and cheek before letting her go.

"Peter maybe my nephew, and he may be one of the brightest kids that I know. But he is the stupidest boy to ever let a woman like you go. I hope you two can reconcile one day," May expressed her sentiments.

Felicia hesitated for a moment before saying, "I don't think so. I've moved on. I'm in a relationship now, and I'm really happy." She offered a grateful smile. Aunt May nodded understandingly, "Thank you for everything, May."

The two women stood and made their way to the door. Felicia escorted May out and assured her that she hadn't ruined anything special. 

May clasp her hands over Felicia's. "Well, then I'm glad, dear. And who's that tall Greek sculpture sulking in the corner?" May raised an inquisitive eyebrow, gesturing to Miguel.

Felicia smiled and beckoned Miguel over. "This is my—"

"Boyfriend," Miguel interjected with a warm smile, extending his hand to shake May's. She shook his hand and smiled coyly.

"I see..." May took a moment to assess Miguel. "Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes?"

"Thank you very much," Miguel replied, wrapping his arm around Felicia's waist. He kissed her cheek and added, "I'm a lucky man."

May continued to smile and delivered a low response, "Indeed you are." 

She then turned her attention back to Felicia giving her a wink. 

"Are you sure you don't need help getting home?" Felicia held the door open for May. 

"No, no, dear. You kids enjoy your night. I can handle myself just fine. Goodbye, Felicia. I hope to see you again soon." With a wave, May left the apartment.

Felicia closed the door behind her, letting out a sigh as if she were releasing the pent-up tension from her visit with Aunt May.

"Are you alright, baby?" Miguel's voice came from behind as he stepped forward, wrapping his strong arms around her waist.

She turned in his arms, burying her face into his chest. "I don't know," she mumbled, her words muffled against his shirt.

Miguel's expression turned stern as he said, "I'm gonna kick Peter out of the Spider Society." His tone was filled with frustration.

Felicia pulled back slightly, looking up into Miguel's now-raging red eyes. "No, you can't," she replied softly, her voice filled with concern.

"I can and I will," Miguel asserted, his determination unwavering.

Felicia hesitated before responding, "As shitty of a boyfriend he was, he's a good Spider-Man. I don't wanna be the reason he isn't part of the Spider Society." She frowned.

Miguel's hand came up to cup her cheek, his fiery eyes locking onto hers. "Is that what you want?" he asked, his voice softer.

Felicia nodded, her eyes reflecting her decision. "Alright, mi vida," Miguel sighed. "But if he fucks up at all, I'll have to deal with him." 

“Alright, big boy, whatever you want.” She teases, patting his broad chest. 

“Whatever I want?” His voice turns from soft to seductive, sending a chill down Felicia’s spine. 

“Mmhmm.” She hums as she begins to bite her lip. 

Miguel leans down, letting his lips brush against her ear. “And what if I wanna fuck you against that window right there?” 

Felicia slightly gulps at the sudden boldness. 

“What- what about our date?” 

Miguel smirks, his voice low and seductive. "Who said we can't have a little fun before our date?" He trails his fingers lightly along Felicia's arm, sending shivers down her spine. "I need all of New York to watch me claim that perfect little pussy of yours."

Felicia's heart skips a beat as Miguel's possessive tone sends a mix of excitement and apprehension through her. 

She tries to speak, but her words catch in her throat as she feels the intensity of his gaze. "Miguel," she manages to say, her voice barely above a whisper. "What’s gotten into you? Was it- was it May’s visit? Are you mad or something?" Her eyes search his face, hoping to find understanding.

Miguel's expression tightens, a flicker of jealousy crossing his features. He cups her face gently, his touch both tender and firm. "Felicia, you're mine," he says huskily, his voice tinged with possessiveness. "I won't let anyone else have you."

His words send a jolt of desire through her, but also a pang of concern. “This wouldn’t have anything to do with the fact that Peter was planning to propose to me, does it? Because I would’ve said no, Miguel.”

“Is that so, gatita?”

"I belong to you, Miguel," she says softly, placing her hand over his. "And I choose to be with you, trust me."

Miguel's eyes only darken as he gazes into hers, his possessiveness tempered by a glimmer of protectiveness. 

A smirk grows on her red-painted lips and spreads across her face, as she steps closer to him, her hand traveling up around his shoulders. “Miggy,” She looks up at him through her eyelashes, “I think you’re jealous.”

Miguel swallows the saliva harshly in his throat. “I am not jealous. I am -”

“No, no don’t hide it from me, baby,” Felicia leans up on her tiptoes, bringing her lips to hover over his as she grabs his chin to face him with her thumb and forefinger. She whispers against his lips in a sultry tone, “I like it when you're jealous. I like that possessive look in your eyes when someone else looks at me, or the fact that it makes you do the most unholy things to me afterwards.” She bites her lip to conceal the breaking of her character. Maintaining lust-heavy eyes, she guides towards the window, practically daring Miguel to follow. 

Miguel never breaks contact with her, knowing that she wants him to take her bait. He takes a deep breath before slowly following Felicia, each step slow and intricate as if sneaking up on his prey. “You wanna hear something unholy, mi vida?” Felicia nods her head with a bite of her lip. “I want you to take off all your clothes, slowly, piece by piece, and I want you standing naked in the living room begging for me to touch you and fuck you and mark you as mine. Because no one can make you feel as good as me, and make you cum so hard that you can’t even see straight, or stand up properly.” 

Felicia lets out a sharp breath, watching how the muscles in his broad shoulders move with each step as he stalks towards her. 

Once Miguel finally reaches Felicia, his hand gripping her hip to pull her body flush against his, the other sliding into her platinum hair, exposing her neck to him. He watches as her breathing quickens, her breasts just peeking out from the straps of her dress. 

She lets out a breath, then a moan as he leans his head down to the side of her neck, whispering in her ear, “And no one like Peter Parker, or some irritating cowboy is going to come between us and take you away from me, because baby girl, you are mine.” 

“Fuckin’ hell you turn me on, baby.” Felicia whines as he nips her neck, and not gently. She feels as he moves his hands, sliding up and down her body, squeezing her curves and kneading the soft skin of her ass. 

Miguel speaks up again, “And I’m gonna fuck you against that window, so everyone can see me make love to the Goddess that I get to call mine.” Before Felicia can wrap her head around Miguel’s words he picks her up by the waist, practically throwing her against the thick glass of his living room window. 

Miguel pressed their bodies against the window with such intensity that she was surprised it didn’t crack on the impact. Miguel's hands traced the curves of Felicia's body with reverence, his fingertips leaving trails of molten desire. She arched her back, surrendering herself to the intoxicating sensations that danced along her skin. Their lips met in a passionate embrace, their mouths hungry for more than just a simple kiss. Every touch, every caress sent shivers down their spines, igniting a fire within that consumed their beings. As they kissed her legs wrapped around his waist to keep from falling, his hands only leaving her so he could reach around her back to zip her dress off her body. Felicia couldn't help but let out a moan as she felt his hand slide down her back, using his claw to quickly tear through the clasp of her bra and let it fall to the floor. 

As they kissed, their breaths mingled, forming a symphony of heavy sighs and whispered moans. Miguel's tongue gently teased Felicia's lower lip, seeking entrance to her mouth. She willingly granted him access, losing herself in the sweet chaos of their tongues fighting for dominance. Felicia reached down to Miguel's chest, taking hold of his shirt and ripping the buttons from the smooth material, throwing it to the other side of the room as she claws Miguel’s now bare chest. He groaned as she raked her nails over his exposed skin, claiming at his chest and then traveling up his torso to tangle her finger in his hair. She murmured something against his lips as she continued to kiss him, Miguel almost missing it from the sounds they were making.

“What did you say?” he asks her heavily panting. Felicia murmured, “I said take them off, Miggy, please -”

“Are we begging already, baby girl?” Miguel cuts her off with a smirk, admiring how she struggles to take off his pants, using the heels of her feet to push down on the waistband while hanging onto his neck and shoulders so she doesn’t fall from his grip.

“Say it again sweetheart,” his lips molding with Felicia’s in a bruising kiss. “Beg for me,” he husks as he nips her chin. “Beg for my cock.”

“Pretty please Miguel, fuck me against this window until the glass shatters,” she breathed heavily. 

It didn’t take anything else to hold Miguel back. He kept one hand securely fit around her, sliding the other down the trail of her stomach until he reached the inside of her panties. At first, he teases a finger in just rubbing her clit in small circles, feeling her wetness before fully inserting his finger inside her.

Without any warning on the motion from Miguel, she let out a long sigh out moan, in pure bliss at the contact of finally being touched where she needed him most. 

“You’re so wet for me, baby. You like what I’m doing to you?” Felicia can only moan in his neck, biting his shoulder in reply. Miguel grunts at the pinch of her love bite, not expecting to feel both her nails and her teeth marking him all at once. 

“You want my cock hermosa? You want me to take you as mine?” Miguel’s lips press against her ear, sending chills down to her core. “Wanna feel my cock so deep inside of you? Make you cum harder than he ever could?” 

Felicia lifts her head from his shoulder, letting out a whine. Her hips buck from the lost contact when he pulls out his finger. “Beg me, Felicia.”

“I need your cock, Mig, please,” she sighs.

“No no no, princess, louder. I want the neighbors to hear you begging for me to fuck you so good.” 

She smirks at his dominance, raising her head to look into his eyes with lust-heavy eyes. “I want you to fuck me, Miguel. Please please fuck me, baby, I need you inside me.” 

“Good girl,” without much warning, Miguel’s claws tear Felicia’s thin lace panties before plunging his cock inside of her. She lets out a loud moan at the sudden contact and the feel of him stretching her walls so good. 

As soon as she adjusts he starts thrusting into her at a rapid pace, her ass bouncing back and forth on his cock and the cold glass window behind her. 

Nothing has turned her on so much. 

Still thrusting Miguel takes her wrists, raising them above her head, and slams them not the window above her head, with a firm, “Stay there”.

His hands grip her waist now, guiding her rolling hips to meet his in every thrust he makes, making them both unleash the most breathy and sinful noises out of their mouths at the new angle. 

“Fuck,” she sighs, feeling him pound that sensitive spot. 

“You like that?” Miguel growls. “My good girl’s taking every inch so fucking good, aren’t you?” He coos between pants. All Felicia could do was drunkenly nod, but it wasn't enough. “Words.” He demands. 

“Miguel,” she moans, “I’m gonna cum”. She peers through her eyes to meet his, a stern look on his brow and a few beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. 

“You’re gonna cum when I say you’re gonna cum,” She smiles, feeling her heart flutter and her body tingle with anticipation. She nodded, her voice barely a whisper, "Yes, Sir."

She could feel his grip tighten on her hips as he thrust his hips harder and faster. His breathing grew heavier, and she knew he was coming closer and closer to his release. 

“Hold it.” He gunts, picking up his pace. 

Felicia whined as she struggled to keep herself from cumming. Miguel moans as her walls squeeze his cock even harder, begging to release. 

“Mig-” 

“No.” He pants his thrusts becoming more erratic. “I want all of New York to know you-” thrust “are” thrust “mine” thrust.

“I can’t h-hold it pl-please!” Felicia’s nails dig into Miguel’s back imprinting on his skin. 

“Cum for me baby,” Her head falls back against the glass as she lets out a gasp. Miguel’s arms wrap around Felicia’s body, pulling her as close as possible as their bodies shudder with pleasure. 

After a moment, their breathing becomes heavy and ragged. Miguel’s forehead presses softly against Felicia’s allowing them to look into each other's tired eyes. If she was quiet enough, she could hear his heart pounding with hers. Once he regains a steading breath, Miguel presses a tender kiss to her forehead before slowly pulling out. 

With utmost care, Miguel cradled Felicia's head in his hands, treating her as delicately as if she were a porcelain doll before gliding back to the bedroom. 

As soon as they reach the room, Miguel gently lays her down on his bed watching Felicia stretch out, feeling the post-orgasmic contentment wash over her. She notices how he turns his body as he motions to leave the room again. She reaches out and places a hand on the arm to stop him. 

“Where are you going?, she asks, about to sit up before Miguel politely pushes her shoulders back down to lay on the bed again. 

“Just getting a towel to clean you up baby, I’ll be right back.” He walks towards the bathroom turning back to her with a playful pointing finger, saying “stay” before turning down the hall. 

Lying back on the bed, Felicia surrendered herself to a wave of relaxation and exhaustion. With a deep breath, she let out a soft moan, a reflexive response as she replayed the events that had just transpired. Miguel reenters the room, towel in hand, ready to clean up, prompting Felicia’s eyes to open. He gently wipes off her inner thighs, feeling the smooth texture of her skin as he pulls the towel away. Felicia smiles widely at Miguel while he does so, he looks up to notice the smirk on Felicia’s face as she watches him clean her. 

Miguel chuckles and looks back down at her, “What’s got you smiling, Miss Hardy?” 

Felicia coyly smiles and leans up on her elbows to look at him, “I just like looking at you when you concentrated, your brow all furrowed and your eyes squinting as you concentrate on something. You always look so grumpy, it’s cute.” 

Miguel raises his eyebrow at her, making a strange face as if he’s trying to “smolder”, “This eyebrow?” he questions. 

Felicia nods her head, giggling softly at him as he walks away again to discard the towel. He comes back not even a minute later, jumping on the bed next to Felicia, immediately pulling the covers over them, and pulling her next to him so her back lies against his chest. He nuzzles her neck, breathing in her scent, his hands stroking her hair. Felicia relaxes against him, her breathing slowing as her body responds to his touch. He leans in and kisses her neck, his lips lingering for a few moments before she speaks. “So much for that date, huh?”

“I was really looking forward to going to the gala,” Felicia sighs. “You just had to ruin it.” She teases. 

“We could still go.” Miguel’s fingers caress her skin, practically lulling her to sleep. 

“Ahuh.” She rolls her eyes with a soft chuckle. 

Felicia cozies into Miguel’s arms as she watches the lights of the city shimmer beyond her window. 

“How does 20 minutes sound?”

“Huh?” Felicia turns her head to look at her naked man. 

“Is 20 minutes enough time to relax before I eat that pretty pussy out like it’s my last meal?” Miguel smirks. 

“You sure that's enough time for you, old timer?” Felicia hums, watching Miguel’s eyes darken.

“Old timer?” He scoffs as he moves over her to settle between Felicia’s legs. “You’re gonna regret that.”

Chapter 16

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[jennsterjay]

[Earth-42 at Brooklyn Visions Academy with a large crowd of students from multiple classes outside on the turf]

Teacher: Now that we have all of you students outside with your protective ISO approved observation sunglasses- today we will be viewing a total solar eclipse which will not appear again until 2044! The first recorded solar eclipse was as long ago as 3340 BCE...

Ganke M (further back in the crowd): Psst

Miles G (whispering next to him): Yeah

Ganke M (nodding up towards an obscured part of the school's rooftop): Let's dip and get a better view- you and me, whaddaya say?

Miles G (snorts): You know we're gonna get caught- there's no way I'm sitting next to Ned in detention again

Ganke M (smirking): We won't get caught, and I recognize that second pair of 'special' Jordans anywhere. Trust me- I got a fool-proof plan this time. 1) wait until it gets dark at half time; 2) Cause a distraction; 3) Slip away and parkour to the top

Miles G (shaking his head and smiling): You and your crazy ideas...10 bucks says we get caught

Ganke M (smiling wider): 10 bucks says we make it up and back and no one notices

Miles G: Bet

Ganke M: Bet

Teacher: Alright esteemed students, as you have already observed we are now halfway towards a total solar eclipse! Notice how the sky is now darkening and the glorious rays of the sun are being overlayed just like in chapter 2 of our textbook 'Wonders of the Galaxy Volume II'....

Ned (in front of Ganke and Miles, messing with another student): What a nerd, I bet you like this stuff and want to read the entire textbook again don't ya freak?

Peter (visibly annoyed through his glasses): Stop messing with me and bother someone else

Ned (raising his eyebrows then facing him and poking a finger onto his shirt): What are you going to do about it shortie?

Welp if this was how Peter was going to finally stand up to Ned, he can thank Ganke later

[Ganke shoves Peter into Ned and then grabs Miles G's hand as he slips into the back of the crowd as a commotion starts]

Several students: Fight! Fight! Fight!

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[Miles G and Ganke M slip away behind part of the building where no one can see them as Miles G activates his hover shoes]

Miles G (shaking his head and laughing): Hahah you we're wrong for that

Ganke M (smiling and shrugging): Hey Peter gets to finally stand up for himself, and we get a better view!

Miles G (opening his arms to him): I swear you're crazy sometimes- I dunno what to do with you

Ganke M (getting into his arms bridal style with a wide smile): Hold me and watch the eclipse with me?

Miles G (looking down at him and smirking): Yeah...okay mastermind

[Miles G crouches down before launching off the concrete and wall jumping expertly from platform to wall until he reaches the roof and sets Ganke down]

Miles G (putting on the eclipse glasses): Welp this is it

Ganke M (with the glasses on, putting an arm around Miles): Heck yeah now this is a view. Here it comes!

[Ganke M and Miles G both look up and watch as the moon covers the sun, and a new aura surrounds the dark moon]

Miles G (a smile showing his dimples): Heh...nice

Ganke M (smiling the same way): Now that's prime time

Miles G (snaking an arm around Ganke's side): Hah you nerd

Ganke M (looking down at him with a smile): If you think I'm nerdy now- wait till we see this together again in 2044

Miles G (looking up at him with a shy look and a smirk): Hah- I look forward to it...nerd

[They both laugh, then enjoy the rest of the eclipse together]

(and somewhere further below, the students are cheering Peter on)

#Ganke won the bet btw but Miles didnt actually have to pay lol #Earth-42 #clawcode #miles g morales #prowler miles #miles 42 #ganke m lee #ganke 42 #ganke lee #peter 42 #peter parker #ned 42 #ned leeds #<- this is spiderverse ned (bully) not mcu ned #and dont worry peter fans he still got to see the eclipse + he won the fight btw xD #milesganke #atsv #across the spiderverse #spiderman