#Harry Osborn/reader

[blushinggray]

I have once again fallen in love with Harry Osborn (msm 2017) and am revisiting my huge wip that I started back in like 2020. Honestly I love it so much but it’s so plot/action dense and slow burn that it truly is only a fic catered to me

I’m kinda riding a wave of passion atm and am contemplating posting it despite still not finishing it but honestly idk if it’s worth it to go through posting if I am going to be the only one interested 😔

Well. If anyone cares at all for msm harry osborn too then pls give me a sign 🫰

[vinamari]

How it feels going to bed after reading some words

It was angst

[awritessomething]

I Wanna… | harry osborn x fem!reader

summary | harry was used to being on top, each thrust lulling his girl to sleep from pleasure. after you made some confident claims, he challenges you.

warnings | smut, piv, riding, creampie, unprotected sex, swearing, dom!harry, sub!reader, light degrading, dacryphilia, slapping (once), raimiverse!harry, he’s mean no plot just smut ngl

Your legs quivered as freshly manicured nails dug into his shoulders. Tear after tear ran from your eyes, sniffles heard from where your head laid on his shoulder. His tip nudged your cervix, as deep as he could go.

Harry was always on top, always fucking you until you were completely stupid. You were always on your back or on your stomach, weakly clawing at his arms and whimpering his name. That was what the two of you liked, but then you decided to get confident.

“I bet I could ride you better than you can fuck me,” you had said. The confident smirk on your face made Harry want to tear his eyes out.

Harry was never one to back down from a challenge though, so now he had his back against the headboard, sitting there as he watched you cry as you tried to ride him. He was too big, and every movement you made felt like too much. He just sat there, arms crossed as he watched you quiver.

“Harry, Harry, please..” you whined. Tears ran over your puffy lips, cheeks flushed. He looked at you, visibly amused by the sight before him.

Yet after minutes passed and you had hardly gotten in five real bounces on his cock, he was a little frustrated. His arms uncrossed and his fingers dug into your hips.

“I thought you were confident, hm? Ride me better than I can fuck you?” His head tilted as he guided you up and down on his cock. Your body just fell forwards, cheek pressing against his pec. He grumbled and wrapped his arms around you tighter, lifting his hips to fuck himself up into you. “Fucking useless,” he grumbled.

The short whine that was pulled from your lips from the insult made him smile. You felt it against your own skin.

“Dont cum unless I tell you to, got it?” He mumbled. No response came from you, so he tugged your head back to look at him. One of his hands met your cheek. The skin turned red where he hit. “Got it?” he repeated more sternly. You nodded. Good enough.

He kept your head tugged back to see your face as the tears dried on your cheeks. His cock twitched at the sight of your glossy eyes, seeming so out of focus. He was focused on his own pleasure, but he felt your walls flutter around his cock. You were close? Already? He huffed and made quicker, shallower thrusts, not granting the pleasure of those deep thrusts.

At that pace, he was going to cum first. As he felt his own climax begin to wash over him, he rammed his cock back all the way in, his tip brushing your cervix once more. The almost pained gasp that came from the intrusion was enough to set him off. His cum filled the warm space to the brim, the space that he had fucked himself into until he knew no other man would be able to make you feel that good.

Before you were able to climax as well, he pulled himself out of your hole. His tip landed two mean smacks to your clit before he picked you up and set you aside.

“Next time, don’t make promises you can’t keep.” He smiled and touched your jaw. He left to go continue working, leaving you wishing you had just… stuck to the pillow.

[midniqhtt]

peter benjamin parker ft 2 harry osborn

masterlist • marvel • 05/26/24

˚‧⁺ ･ ˖ · ୨ৎ recs

𑣲 you wear those shoes and I will wear that dress I @waitimcomingtoo

you and Peter are just friends but he accidentally kisses you goodbye.

𑣲 stolen moments I @/waitimcomingtoo

your secret relationship is exposed when Peter returns from a mission bruised and bloody and you comfort him in front of everyone

𑣲 the great war I @/waitimcomingtoo

Peters double life causes serious strain on your relationship.

𑣲 burnt face and second base I @/waitimcomingtoo

peter can’t seem to stop accidentally hurting his crush.

𑣲 my pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand I @/waitimcomingtoo

when peter learns you have healing powers, he starts faking injuries to come see you until he gets seriously hurt.

𑣲 bringing sexy back I @/waitimcomingtoo

peter tries and fails to seduce you

𑣲 dos oruguitas I @/waitimcomingtoo

after the events of NWH, Peter becomes a regular at your coffee shop and convinces himself that you’re starting to remember him.

𑣲 just to learn that you never cared I @/waitimcomingtoo

always leaving class together to go fight crime leads people to think you’re dating when in reality you’re barely even friends. That is, until you agree to fake a relationship to keep your secret life a secret

𑣲 smell ya later I @/waitimcomingtoo

you get a new body cream that allegedly attracts spiders, and someone else

𑣲 the script I @/waitimcomingtoo

you and Peter break up once you find out his secret and he falls apart

𑣲 meet me behind the mall I @/waitimcomingtoo

after getting ditched by your friends, you spend a day with Peter in the mall, who’s secret you recently figured out

𑣲 this means war I @/waitimcomingtoo

Peter and his crush on you feel threatened when your childhood best friend Harley Keener comes to visit and clearly harbors feelings for you

𑣲 one more to see you I @/waitimcomingtoo

in an effort to see Peter again, you Dream Walk and learn it’s consequences

𑣲 U.N.I pt2 I @webslingingslasher

frat!peter

𑣲 frat!peter blurbs I @/webslingingslasher

𑣲 frat!peter I @/webslingingslasher

𑣲 unknown sender I @/webslingingslasher

𑣲 campus I @/webslingingslasher

Peter has never had a one night stand, but when he meets you at a party that changes, until he has to pretend he never wants to see you again.

𑣲 cherry lube I @/webslingingslasher

𑣲 begin again I @/webslingingslasher

You've lived next door to Peter your whole life and the last nine years you've detested him. Now you're going through a breakup and it's nice to know someone's awake with you. Even if it is Peter Parker.

𑣲 frat!peter I @/webslingingslasher

𑣲 please call me peter I @shawnxstyles

you haven’t been able to come with anyone besides yourself, making you think something’s wrong with you. once you go to the gynecologist, dr. parker shows you that you’re just fine.

𑣲 the last time I @wokeupinmars

Peter's on the verge of losing you after disappointing you yet again.

𑣲 medic in lace I @madlittlecriminal

peters hurt but doesn’t care once he see what you’re wearing.

𑣲 fangirling over spiderman I @parkerpeter24

reader fangirls over spiderman to peter not knowing it’s him.

𑣲 possession I @silkscream

peter parker is not himself when he falls into your universe. it must be a curse that he finds himself tethered to you. the darkness inside him has never wanted anything more.

𑣲 swallow me I @/silkscream

it’s halloween! you unexpectedly cross paths with the Real spiderman. at least you think it’s really him. why does he sound exactly like the cute boy who sits next to you in class?

𑣲 need to know I @motherofdogs1010

When she was ready to get back out on the dating scene after dumping a certain Winter Soldier, Y/N was a woman ready to get back out there. She just never expected to find herself in a relationship with a certain nerdy spider.

𑣲 naked pt2 I @reese-tasteslikepepsicola

In which Reader walks in on a naked Peter, Reader laughs, Peter becomes insecure. Reader decides to show herself naked back in the worst moment possible.

𑣲 swing by I @sunshinesteviee

peter is a fellow teacher, and is also your best friend at work. he helps you bring spider-man in to meet your class, but something about it seems a bit suspicious.

𑣲 picture perfect I @mattymattymerduck

You’re hired to kiss Spider-man for the Daily Bugle’s next Spidey-centric article.

𑣲 potential customer pt2 pt3 pt4 I @int-writersmind

you work at a record store, bored out of your mind, until peter parker walks in and catches you eye.

𑣲 lost the game pt2 pt3 I @nexusnyx

The explanation your mind settled for was that whoever lived under that mask, also lived somewhere close by. It explained the first time you found him limping and bleeding on an alley, and it explains how you evolved into his personal caretaker for the wounds and afflictions of Spider-Man's after battle consequences. The only thing it doesn't explain, however, is why through the thick and convoluted webs of your strange situationship, a certain tension has built between you two. Palpable. Physical. As electric as some of his tales, and as dangerous as he is. The tension between you and Spidey grows, and it grows, and it grows. One day, it snaps.

𑣲 physics and english teacher love affair I @certifiedlovergirlsstuff

those two teachers that students are always interested in their relationship status.

𑣲 celebrity crush I @cantstoptheimagines

You have a crush on Spider-Man, unaware that he’s the one you spend all your time with.

𑣲 indefinitely you pt2 pt3 I @spider-stark

In every universe, Peter Parker seems destined to fall in love with you. And, in every universe, he realizes it too late. When universes collide and two of them are granted a second chance at rectifying their biggest mistake, neither of them are willing to let the opportunity go to waste–even if you end up not being the person they thought you were.

𑣲 sunset lovers I @duskholland

you’ve never met your soulmate, but you know his handwriting like the back of your hand—literally. every word your soulmate writes on his skin appears on yours, and vice versa. you’re desperate to meet him, but until the universe decides to introduce you, you’re stuck with scribbled smiley faces and chemistry formulae.

𑣲 like the stars we're destined to die out and i'm destined to lose you I @msgorillagripcoochie

you had finally gotten the happy ending you so desperately wanted but when gwen is gonna die, you know you have to save her even if you die

𑣲 lead the way I @foreverrogers

you find out your best friend has never had sex. who else would be better to show him just how good it can be?

𑣲 if i could die in your arms I @selfcarecap

When another Peter Parker shows up in your world, you give him a chance to have one last moment with the love of his life, someone who looked exactly like you, but also someone who died in his arms.

𑣲 masterlist I @spidey-webz

𑣲 request I @luveline

𑣲 pretty girl I @lovelettersforthedamned

a soft morning with peter

𑣲 down bad I @lanadelreyscokewhor3

Peter Parker constantly nags you, and you hate his guts (naturally). So what better way to mellow the hate by being paired together for a class project? And why, if you hate his guts, do you want to touch him so bad?

𑣲 request I @forever-rogue

𑣲 scared to breathe I @mgparker

seeing you again was too much for peter, so much so that shutting you out seemed like the only thing he could do.

𑣲 no location found I @im-sleepdeprived

𑣲 shy shy shy I @biblio-smia

harry osborn

𑣲 request I @arkhamsrevenge

cuddling harry

𑣲 make you better I @stickymolasses

You're Harry's nurse and you can't help him feel better physically anymore, so you resort to playing therapist.

[jakegyllenbaalz]

james franko as harry osborn (spider-man, 2002)

[dontbesoweirdkira]

Yan! Peter Parker x reader x Yan! Harry Osborn - Poly headcanons

A/N: They are just too cute together and I just feel like they'd work well in a poly dynamic. Ofc i'm going to yandere-ify every damn thing.

Warnings: Obsession, stalking, over-protection...

Masterlist

Requests: always open

Both Peter and Harry are absolute sweethearts and care very much about the people around them. It's clear that they are willing to do whatever it takes to not only keep the community safe but as healthy and happy as possible.

You are no exception to the rule. ...but admittedly they can be a bit over stepping when it comes to the relationship with you.

Peter is known to be quite over-baring and a bit controlling in relationships. It's one of the reasons MJ couldn't continue with it. Peter has a good heart but he's just lost so much that he can be a bit blinded when it comes to seeing the lines that he shouldn't cross.

He can also have a bit of a temper, it's usually well contained but there are times where it slips up. Most notably when someone harmed you or he's jealous of someone. This is not to say he's ever spoken down to you or got violent. He can just be a bit of a jerk or throw a small tantrum. Peter always makes up for it though, he doesn't like loosing his cool and is always striving to be a better boyfriend.

I can imagine that you were a close friends or even already in a relationship when Harry came along and Peter was superrr jealous of Harry. Like they absolutely love each other but Peter has always felt a bit inferior and insecure next to Harry and it's so cute watching Peter get all flustered over the fact you and his bestie are clicking so well.

After the idea of the relationship was proposed, that jealousy went away and the relationship became very tight-nit.

Harry is a very optimistic and easy going guy. He takes a bit more of a softer yandere role. He prefers to observe you from a far and keep trackers on you. The gifted jewelry from him is always chipped with some sort of device so he can monitor you better. False sense of freedom!

He's very uptight about your well being though. Anything that could potentially make you unwell or injured is immediately blocked out of your life. While he loves enjoying life to its fullest, no, you cannot do anything extreme. It's too risky. He doesn't want you hooked up to monitors like he once was.

Harry isn't much of a jealous type in the relationship. He really doesn't have much of a temper either, it'd take a lot for him to snap. Seeing a douche flirt with you doesn't phase him, he's a filthy rich and attractive guy. Simply putting his arm around you is enough to cause the man to cower because of his family's name. There's really not much competition out there. But like Peter he can still be rather possessive. You belong to them not anyone else and while he doesn't feel threatened by anyone, he doesn't like to share you much outside of Peter.

Peter and Harry often are in cahoots about how to keep you safe and send each other updates about you. You'll tell Harry that you are going out to a friend's place and Harry will happily kiss you goodbye...but the second that you are gone, Harry is texting Pete to go stalk you on roof tops.

They can also be a little manipulative when you are making a decision they disagree with. You wanted to do a study abroad thing and they were like hell no. New York needs Spider-man and the foundation needs Harry....If you wanna take a trip then Harry can make arrangements for an accompanied va-cay.

Harry plays the most dominant role in the relationship. He's often the mediator when you and Peter might disagree, he is extremely social and the one planning dates and events..plus he's basically the main financial provider.

Peter is your guard dog. He's super friendly looking but also he's jacked enough to scare most men off when you're out together. This makes him a bit smug at timesss....He's always alert about your surroundings and it's easy to feel safe with him. He's also a good person to confide in and help with your issues.

Speaking of being out with them...They are either always holding your hand or having their arms around you. I like to think at event dinners for Harry, Peter keeps his hand on your leg and Harry had his arm intertwined with yours.

Oh it's a non negotiable to live with them. You are to put the notice in. Harry will take care of the fees from breaking your lease. You guys are a family now. You saw just how persistent Peter was with getting MJ to move in....

No, you don't have your own bedroom. Why would you wanna sleep alone when you have two lover that you can snuggle with every night?

Harry and Peter might try to keep you locked up in the house or at the lab 24/7 with them. They are quite good persuaders when it comes to convincing you to just stay in.

They are obsessed with you. Both Peter and Harry love taking photos of you, sniffing your hair, taking your clothing items...it's like a small trade ring going on between them. They are always looking at you with such admiration and love..Maybe there's a smidge of insanity in their gazes... They are both extremely affectionate and require constant affirmations and attention. Yes, they are both busy men but they are willing to drop everything for you. Every few hours in the group chat they are sending messages or calling you to hear you voice. Peter could be in the middle of fighting and hearing you say " I just wanted to say I love you" will always make him melt. Harry won't mind you sitting on his lap for hours while he works on nerdy things.

Please don't go incognito on them. Don't take off your tracker jewelry, don't turn off your phone and don't leave them with no clue to where you are going. I don't care that you're angry...please.

Peter will be stressing and absolutely going after every suspect in his book, Harry is trying to keep him calm but he's also making calls to people to locate you. You will be basically on a leash for now on. They will not let you our of their sights again. Maybe Harry needs to look into getting chip place in your brain....

[starlightsuffered]

Masterlist

Timothee Chalamet

Smut - 1, 2, 3

SFW

Timothee Chalamet Characters

Characters P2

Miniseries

Series

Wizarding World

Regulus Black

Marauders

Spider Man

Harry Osborn

Challengers

Art Donaldson

My AO3

https://archiveofourown.org/users/FisticuffsatDusk

My Wattpad

[lumillsie]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ marvel masterlist. ੈ✩‧₊˚

╰┈➤ avengers : tony stark, james rhodes (rhodey), bruce banner (norton), bruce banner (ruffalo), natasha romanoff, thor odinson, steve rogers, clint barton, sam wilson, wanda maximoff, pietro maximoff, vision, scott lang, hope van dyne, stephen strange, peter parker (maguire), peter parker (garfield), peter parker (holland), shuri, carol danvers, shang chi, monica rambeau, joaquin torres, kate bishop, kamala khan (platonic),

╰┈➤ pre-mcu spiderman : norman osborn, otto octavius, harry osborn (franco), harry osborn (dehaan), dr curt connors, gwen stacey (stone)

╰┈➤ the defenders (+supporting) : matt murdock, jessica jones, luke cage, danny rand, frank castle, karen page, elektra natchios

╰┈➤ thunderbolts : james buchanan barnes (bucky), john walker, ava starr, bob reynolds, yelena belova

╰┈➤ antagonists : emil blonsky (abomination), loki laufeyson, baron zemo, kaecilius, hela odinsdottir, erik killmonger, proxima midnight, yon-rogg, quentin beck (mysterio), gorr, valentina allegra de fontaine, agatha harkness, maya lopez, rio vidal

╰┈➤ s.h.i.e.l.d : nick fury, maria hill

╰┈➤ loki : loki laufeyson (loki series variant), sylvie laufeysdottir, mobius,

╰┈➤ eternals : ikaris, sersi, thena, druig, ajak, kingo, phastos, gilgamesh, makkari, dane whitman

╰┈➤ moon knight : marc spector (/steven grant), layla el-faouly, arthur harrow

╰┈➤ guardians of the galaxy : gamora, nebula

╰┈➤ asgardians : lady sif, valkyrie, heimdall

╰┈➤ supporting characters : pepper potts, elizabeth ross, jane foster, darcy lewis, peggy carter, howard stark, sharon carter, jimmy woo, christine palmer, may parker, michelle jones, okoye, m'baku, melina vostokoff, xialing, katy, henry lopez, jennifer kale, lilli calderu

NOTE : I still haven't seen all the movies and shows in the marvel universe and I'm currently on my rewatch. this list is subject to changes as I progress. the categories aren't strict, they're mainly so that I have an easier time navigating whom I added and whom I haven't. as always, characters in red are the ones I'm most looking forward to writing about.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ tony stark. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ james rhodes (rhodey). ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ bruce banner (norton). ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ bruce banner (ruffalo). ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ natasha romanoff. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ thor odinson. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ steve rogers. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ clint barton. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ sam wilson. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ wanda maximoff. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ pietro maximoff. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ vision. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ scott lang. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ hope van dyne. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ stephen strange. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ peter parker (maguire). ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ peter parker (garfield). ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ peter parker (holland). ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ shuri. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ carol danvers. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ shang chi. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ monica rambeau. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ joaquin torres. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ kate bishop. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ kamala khan (platonic). ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ norman osborn. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ otto octavius. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ harry osborn (franco). ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ harry osborn (deehan). ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ dr curt connors. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ gwen stacey (stone). ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ matt murdock. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ jessica jones. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ luke cage. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ danny rand. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ frank castle. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ karen page. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ elektra natchios. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ james buchanan barnes. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ john walker. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ava starr. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ bob reynolds. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ yelena belova. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ emil blonsky (abomination). ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ loki laufeyson. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ hela odinsdottir. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ erik killmonger. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ proxima midnight. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ yon-rogg. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ quentin beck (mysterio). ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ gorr. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ valentina allegra de fontaine. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ agatha harkness. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ maya lopez. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ rio vidal. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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[uhhhj13iguess]

vague rant about your friendly neighborhood spider-man while i’m rewatching it for the nth time

peter parker who doesn’t yet know his own strength, stunned in silence whenever he unintentionally knocks someone out within the first few strikes.

peter parker who hasn’t yet figured out how to balance school, the oscorp internship, nico and lonnie, and spider-man. who starts to doubt himself at every turn, questioning his allies and himself.

peter parker who genuinely doesn’t know what to do when norman osborne discovers he spider-man. hearing him in his headset for the first time and not knowing whether to be thankful for the help or weary of the thousands of implications this holds.

peter parker who accepts his help anyway, desperate for a father figure in his life again after uncle ben.

i just really love this version of peter parker and his character is so complex and genuine and i don’t think he gets the attention he deserves

[wilsonlanez]

Peter Parker's Day Off Pt. 1

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Summary: Peter Parker needs a day off. Faking illness and avoiding getting caught, who better to do it with than his best friend and girlfriend?

Wc: 5.3k

Cw: Popular!asshole!peter, he's literally ferris so he's a lowkey terrible friend. also the reader is described as female, but absolutely no other defining characteristics. no use of (y/n). Gwen is also like peter's sister as she's who i chose for Jeanie, but not actually his sister, idk it's not really expanded upon.

a/n: boom. finally. yup. except it's literally just the plot of Ferris Bueller, but the original cut plot. Also it can be any peter, but i just love me some tasm. Also, ignore that Osborn comes before Parker in the alphabet, its for the plot. i already have some of the other parts written, so stay tuned! ok i love u bye.

“Where’s my wallet!?”

“You idiot!”

“Shut up!”

“Who pissed on the toilet seat!? MOTHER!!--”

“...Peter?”

Thundering footsteps echo up the hall, and the sound of a door slamming open registers in Peter’s ears.

“What’s the matter?” Uncle Ben breathlessly pushes out.

“It’s Peter!” Aunt May exclaims, worry evident on her brazen features. Uncle Ben continues to stare at her while catching his breath, not throwing a single glance at Peter, before passing back a quick “What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong? For Christ’s sake, Ben! Look at him!”

That’s when he finally takes a close look at the young boy’s unmoving form on his bed, May leaning in too. Laying on his side, he stares lifelessly out right past Ben and May with his mouth open, eyes bugged out of his head. 

May and Ben continue to stand at his bedside. They are quite handsome, middle class parents, standing dressed proudly for work, now adorned with grave expressions.

“Peter?” Ben tries. 

Aunt May shakes her head. “He doesn’t have a fever. But he says his stomach hurts and he’s seeing spots.”

All Peter responds with is a lifeless blink. 

Ben reaches down to tentatively put a hand on Peters’ head. “What’s the matter, Peter?” 

Peter smacks his lips, before slowly lifting his head, letting out a feeble “Papa?” and looking around, everywhere but at Ben.

May quickly interjects, telling Ben to feel Peter’s hands, stating they were cold and clammy. Peter takes a hand out from under his pillow for his uncle to feel, his uncle grasping onto it before letting out a quiet exclamation of disgust while yanking his hand back. A beat of silence passes. 

“I’m fine… I get up.” Peter pushes out, quickly sitting up from the bed before a quick “NO!” from his aunt and uncle, as well as their hands on his chest, stop him in his tracks and he falls gracefully back down onto his pillow. 

Peter pretends to resist their hands once more, pushing himself up over and over as they resiliently push him back down every time as he talks breathlessly.

“I have a test today. I have to take it. I-I want to go to a good college so I can have a fruitful life.” 

“Honey, you are not going to school like this now!” and before May can speak any further, the beat of an angry foot tapping repetitively begins to fill the thickness of Peters’ room, a voice swiftly interjecting. 

“Oh fine. What’s this? What’s his problem?” 

There stands Gwen, having walked into his room just seconds prior, watching the scene unfold. She’s got her perfectly manicured nails gripping onto her waist, one leg stuck out and tapping. She’s already dressed and ready for school, cute as always, with a headband sitting perfectly on her blonde locks. She’s cute and stuck up, a major pill.

May slowly spins around, a stern look on her face.

“He doesn’t feel well.”

“Yeah, right. Dry that one out and you can fertilize the lawn.” Gwen snaps, her head tilting, a sour look adorning her features.

Just then, Peter smacks his lips once more, calling out “Gwen? Gwen, is that you? Gwen? I can’t see that far!” while once again looking everywhere but at who he was calling for. Gwen can only look at him, a mixture of incredulous and angry. Peter’s eyes finally land on the girl, a smile starting to creep up on his face. 

“Gwen! Gwen, I-” big heaving breaths start to leave his mouth in quick puffs, before his eyes roll back and he dramatically flops backwards back onto his pillow. 

A sarcastic smile creeps up on her face, ‘Bite the big one, Junior’ escaping her lips as she pretends to wipe her mouth, her middle finger sticking straight up.

“Thank you, Gwen. You get to school.” May begins, unaware of the exaggerated wink and grin Peter has just sent to Gwen from behind her back. 

“Wh- You’re letting him stay home?! I can’t believe thi- If I was bleeding out my eyes you guys’d make me go to school, this is so unfair.” 

Peter lifts his head slightly. “Gwennie, please don’t be upset with me. You have your health, be thankful.” He quickly spares a glance at May and Ben, and once sure they weren’t looking at him, he lets out a smile resembling a cringe, all teeth, before holding a finger to his lips to mimic a ‘Shh’. 

He puts his head back down with a groan, causing his aunt and uncle to finally turn their attention back to him, cooing at him in pity. 

Gwen glares at Peter, her eyes mascara and vengeance. She quickly storms out, not before a stern “That’s it, I want out of this family.” was thrown at the three of them. 

May sighs once more as Peter begins to speak again. 

“I’m okay. I’ll just sleep. M-maybe I’ll have an aspirin around noon.”

“Now listen-” May begins softly. “I’m only working at the hospital for a few hours today. The receptionist'll know where I am if you need me, okay?”

“I’ll check on you too, pal.”

Peter smiles up at them, before darting his eyes back and forth bashfully.

“It’s nice to know I have such a loving, caring family. You're both very special people.”

Peter gives a pathetic flutter of his eyelashes, a kiss promptly being placed on his forehead and he feels a strong hand on his shoulder, giving a squeeze. 

“Now, you get better, pumpkin.” A finger taps his nose thrice.

“Thank you, pumpkin.” He nasally shoots back, another all teeth cringe hitting his face, before following up with a few snaps of his teeth together. 

“And Peter, if you need anything-” Ben throws up a phone motion with his hands, Peter mimicking the motion, with a quiet “ringy dingy” escaping his ludicrous smile.

May and Ben leave the room with a single last glance and ‘I love you’ thrown at Peter, his response being an even flow of ‘mimimimimimi’.

With his bedroom door now firmly closed, Peter lays back with his eyes closed for a few seconds, before slowly starting to sit up, eyes glued to the door. He sits there, gaze unwavering, before hearing the front door slam shut, and his head snaps forward.

“They bought it.”

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Incredible. One of the worst performances in Peter’s career and they never doubted it for a second. Peter yanks open his blinds and takes a deep inhale as he basks in the fresh sunshine coming through his window. 

How could he be expected to stay home on a day like this?

This was Peter’s ninth sick day this semester, it’s getting pretty tough for him to come up with new illnesses. If he goes for ten, he’s gonna have to barf up a lung, so he’d better make this one count. 

Peter’s plan, in his mind, was simple. No doubt it was very well thought out and articulated, but still fairly straightforward. Parents always fall for the clammy hands. It’s non specific, physical evidence of an illness. Parents, especially Aunt May being a nurse, are pretty hip to the fever scams. To make them work you gotta get the temperature up to what, 101, 102? You got a nervous mother and you end up in the doctor’s office and that’s worse than school.

Peter walks from his room, deciding to quickly take a shower. He says to himself ‘quickly’ but with his new shampoo mohawk, the dulcet sounds of ‘twist and shout’, and a perfectly good hairbrush microphone calling his name, he can’t help but get distracted.

After his performance, Peter gets to thinking about the test he has today, that part he didn’t lie about. It’s on european socialism, but what’s the point? He doesn’t plan on being European, and who gives a shit if they’re socialists? Not that he condones facism, or any ‘isms’ for that matter. In Peter’s humble opinion, ‘isms’ are not good. A person shouldn’t believe in an ‘ism’. They should believe in themself. 

A smile creeps to Peter’s face with that last thought, picturing that quote on a poster with a cat hanging onto a tree, with the phrase ‘hang in there!’ coined in big letters. 

Peter quickly runs back to his room and throws on some clothes, realizing how long he’s been taking, and makes his way out to the kitchen. 

He thinks about his plans for the day as he searches for breakfast. You have to plan things out before you take the day off. Otherwise, you get all nervous worrying about what to do and all you get is grief, but the whole point was to cut loose and enjoy. Then it's like-

He surveys his fridge, finding nothing in it before deciding to cross to the pantry.

-you blow your day and at about three o’clock, when everybody’s out of school, you’re going to wish you’d gone to school so you could be out having fun. Avoid the misery. Plan your day. Do it right. 

Peter steps out of his pantry with a handful of oreos.

He skillfully throws himself into Uncle Ben’s armchair, cranking the lever and reclining, letting out a sigh at the comfort. There’s a lot of pressure at work with guys in his age group, and it’s not always recognized. Even just Peter himself, the weight of Spiderman on his shoulders, unable to be recognized for his hard work. He thinks about the chair he’s sitting in, thinking of some guy whose hair is falling out and his stomach is hanging over his belt, he looks at someone like Peter and thinks “This kid’s young and strong and has a full, rich future ahead of him, what’s he got to bitch about?” 

Peter reaches over and picks up the phone on the table sitting next to him. He quickly punches out a phone number.

The line rings, and Peter’s shoving a few oreos in his mouth all at once. 

That’s just one reason why he needs a day off every now and then.

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A teacher’s voice drones on at the front of the class, calling out name after name as students boredly raise their hands or let out harsh ‘here!’s, wishing they were anywhere else.

“Olsen?”

“Here.”

“O’Malley?’

Silence.

“O’Malley?”

“HERE.”

The teacher barely affords an eye roll at the harshness before moving on.

“Ortiz?”

A hand raise in return that he happened to catch.

“Parker?”

“Parker?”

“Parker?”

“Parker?”

A girl’s voice quickly interjects before he could drone on the name Parker any longer.

“Uhm, he’s sick. My best friend’s, sister’s, boyfriend’s, brother’s, girlfriend, heard from this guy, who knows this kid, who’s going with a girl, who saw Peter pass out at Delmar’s last night. I guess it’s pretty serious.”

The teacher gave her a weary look. 

“Thank you, Simone.”

“No problem whatsoever.”

“Osborn?”

“Osborn?”

“Osborn?”

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A hand is snaking out from under the covers before the phone even begins to ring. Just as the first shrill sound hits his ears, he gives a firm push to the speakerphone button. 

“Hello?”

“Harry, babe, what’s happening?” Peter’s chipper voice is ringing out through a dark, dreary room. The shades are drawn, floor littered in used tissues, the nightstand a still-life of over the counter remedies. 

Harry, Peter’s long time best friend, is laying on his back, covers pulled up to his chin. He is but a silhouette, with the faint outline of a thermometer sticking out of his mouth.

“Very little.” is his response.

“Well how do you feel?” Peter prods impatiently.

“Shredded.”

Peter ignores his answer. “Is your father in the room?”

“He’s in Decatur. Unfortunately, he’s not staying. Where are you?”

Oreos threaten to rip Peter’s smile, as he quickly chews the second big handful he had shoved in his mouth. 

“I’m taking the day off. Now get dressed and come on over.”

“I can’t, stupid, I’m sick.” Harry retorts.

“Yeah, well that’s all in your head, come on over.”

Harry is insistent, his words coming out firm but waver slightly with his pained state. “I feel like complete shit, Peter, I can’t go anywhere.”

“Well I’m sorry to hear that-” a scoff leaves his lips “Now, come on over here and pick me UP. Sheesh.”

The void sounds of the dial tone fill Harry’s ears, Peter not even giving him a second more to protest before having ended the call. He snakes a hand back out and turns off the speaker, letting out a mumble of ‘I’m dying’ while staring holes into his ceiling.

He barely has a second more to mull before the shrill sound of his phone ringing hits his ears once again. 

Harry places the call on speaker and doesn’t make a move to say anything, but Peter fills the silence before he even has the thought to. 

“You’re not dying. You just can’t think of anything good to do.”

Harry gives the phone a glare as if it were Peter himself on the desk, and this time he presses the hang up button.

Peter puts down the receiver.

If anybody needs a day off, it’s Harry. He has a lot of things to sort out before he graduates, he can’t be wound up this tight and go to college, his roommate would kill him. Harry is so tight that if you stuck a lump of coal up his ass, in two weeks you’d have a diamond. 

With Peter now off his line (and his ass), Harry lays back and enjoys the silence. The silence was quickly cut short, however, as Harry began to quietly sing to himself. 

“When Harry was in Egypt’s land… Let my Harry go…”

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“May Parker.”

“This is Curt Connors, Dean of students.”

A hand comes up to smack against her forehead, a shocked look taking over May’s face. 

“Oh my god, oh, I am so sorry, I- I just completely forgot to call!”

Connors’ biting voice continues through the receiver. “Then you are aware that your son is not in school today?”

“Yes, I am. Peter is home sick. Now, I had a lot of patients first thing this morning, and I know I should have called but– It just completely slipped my mind. I really am very sorry.”

“Are you also aware, Mrs. Parker, that Peter does not have what we consider to be an exemplary attendance record?”

“Well I-I don't understand-” May is swiftly cut off by Principal Connors. “He has missed an unacceptable number of school days. In the opinion of this educator, Peter is not taking his academic growth seriously. Now, I’ve spent my morning examining his records. If Peter thinks he can just coast through his last month and still graduate, he is sorely mistaken.”

“Well this is all news to me!” May’s voice finally breaks back out. 

The monitor sat on Connor’s desk currently displays Peter’s records, a big number 9 sitting next to his absentee score. 

“So far this semester alone, Peter has been absent nine times, including today.”

“Nine times!? I don’t remember him being sick nine times!” May's shrill voice cuts through the receiver. 

Curt turns to his monitor. Faster than he could blink, the number has changed from a 9, to a 2.

His face contorted to one of shock. He quickly begins shouting for his assistant, Grace, who is busy huffing white out at her desk in her own little world. 

“Now listen, Mr. Connors. I can assure you that Peter is at home, and he is very sick. In fact, I debated whether or not I should even leave him this morning. Now I can appreciate how this time of year children are prone to taking the day off. However. In Peter’s case I can assure you he’s truly a very sick boy!”

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Gwen traverses down the hall, her purse held tightly against her side as she makes her way to her next class. She hears quick footsteps coming from behind her, and she slows her pace when she hears her name being called.

“Hey! Gwen! I’m really sorry about Peter.”

She lets out a scoff. “What are you sorry for? I have to live with the trouser snake.”

“No, I mean I heard he’s really sick.”

“Wha- Who said he’s sick?”

“A whole bunch of people. They said he’s like on the verge of death.”

Gwen abruptly stops walking to stare at the girl incredulously. Her friend quickly realizes that Gwen has stopped, and turns to face her. 

“Yeah. This guy in my biology class said that if Peter dies, he’s giving his eyes to Stevie Wonder. What a sweetie! Anyways, gotta go. See you later, Gwen!”

Gwen can only stand and stare after her, not believing what she just heard. The warning bell quickly lets off, alerting students of the time, but Gwen makes no move to begin walking. 

“Hey Gwe-”

“Shut up.”

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Curt sits hunched over his computer, comparing what the absentee count is on there versus on his printed copy. Grace looms ominously over his shoulder, but he takes no notice.

“Y’know, I don’t trust this kid any farther than I can throw him.”

“With your bad knee, you better not throw anybody, Curt.” Principal Connors’ can only stare at her for a long moment, before turning back to his screen.

“What’s so dangerous about a character like Peter Parker is that he gives the good kids bad ideas. The last thing I need at this point in my career is fifteen hundred Peter Parker disciples running around these halls.”

Grace ponders for a moment with a tilt of her head before pointing up with her finger. “Y’know, he’s very popular, Curt. Sportos, motorheads, geeks, sluts, pinheads, dweebies, wonkers, richies, they all adore him.”

“That’s exactly why I have to catch him this time. To show these kids that the example he sets is a first class ticket to nowhere.”

Grace ooo’s and wiggles around before gushing “You sounded like Dirty Harry just now!”

Connors’ looks up with a proud smile, asking a short ‘really?’ before unconsciously doing the Clint Eastwood squint. 

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Peter sits at his desk, telephone receiver in one hand up to his ear, his computer mouse in the other, tracing out a drawing in MS paint. A Modigliani nude, of all things. 

“Harry, if you’re not over here in fifteen minutes, you can find a new best friend. I’m serious, man. This is bullshit, making me wait around the house for you.”

Peter can’t see him, but he knows Harry is back in bed. 

“I’m sick, I feel like shit. Why can’t you leave me alone?” Harry whines out. 

“You’re not up for some good times? It’s a beautiful day, it’s almost summer. If this was Hawaii, we’d be surfing.” Peter is slowly growing weary of Harry’s wimpiness, continuing with harsh words. “You want to stay home and try to have the shits? Try to barf? Try to feel worse?”

“I don’t have to try.”

“C’mon, Harry. Be a man! Take some Pepto and get dressed. You’re boring me with all of this stuff and-” He’s quickly cut off by the other phone line ringing out. 

“Squeeze your buns for a sec, man. I got another call.”

He puts Harry on hold, clears his throat, and answers the second line. He made sure to sound like he was on his last breath. 

“H--hell -o?” 

“Peter? You sound miserable.” Uncle Ben’s voice fills Peter’s ear. 

“Really? Darn. I thought I was improving.”

“Well. Oh, sorry, were you sleeping?”

“Nah, I was trying to do some homework.” Peter tucks the receiver against his ear as he leans closer to focus on his crude drawing. “I’m super worried about falling behind. Hey, can you hold on a sec?”

“Sure, bud. You alright?”

“Yeah, just a little phlegm on the phone. Hold on.”

He swiftly puts his father on hold and switches the line back to the one Harry waits for him on. 

“Harry? It’s Uncle Ben. It’s completely cool, he just wanted to check up on me. Now, listen to me, Harry. I’m working on getting some heavy bucks out of him. So, the least you can do is hurry up and get over here. Bye.”

He disconnects with Harry without further conversation, and switches back to the other line. 

“Sorry Uncle Ben. The moment before you called, I had a chest spasm and I blew fluid all over the place.” Peter cringed for a quick moment at his word choice before continuing on. “It was making me ill looking at it. But gee, it's sure great of you to call. I’m sure there are a lot of fathers who wouldn’t take time out from their busy schedules to call a dumb, sick teenager.”

“Hey, pal, what was I supposed to do?”

Peter reaches out to hit a key on his computer. The screen dumps the drawing and a message starts to flash. ‘Transmitting data…’

“Give yourself some credit, Uncle Ben. It was a mammoth gesture. It’s like those savings bonds you used to give me every christmas. It was that kind of concern.” Peter quickly sits back in his seat, feet placed on the desk. “You had to work hard to buy those things, right? You work so hard I’ll bet you don't even remember where those bonds are, right?”

Peter looks over as his computer pings. His lewd drawing appears on a billboard right outside, pedestrians stop to look. After a beat, Peter points in the air as if to cue Ben.

“Wrong.”

“Oh yeah? You’re just pulling my leg, trying to cheer me up.”

“Like hell I am. They’re in a shoebox in my closet!” Ben states proudly. Peter smiles and pumps his fist. 

“Uncle Ben? All this talking has made me kind of light headed. I think I’d better lie down.” 

“Alright, pal. I’ll call you after lunch. Bye now.”

Before Peter could protest about a second phone call, the dial tone was sounding in his ear. Peter sighs before standing up, heading to his father’s closet. He’s so disappointed in Harry right now. He would bet $20 that he’s sitting in his car debating on whether or not he should go out. 

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Harry sits in his car, head resting directly on the wheel. 

“We’re gonna get caught. No doubt about it.” He cuts the engine, yanking his keys out of the ignition. 

“I’m not doing it.”

A beat passes.

“He’ll keep calling until I come over.” He says with a sigh, restarting the engine. 

Another beat passes.

“Actually what’ll happen is I’ll get caught. Peter’ll escape.” Harry cuts the engine once more and rips open his door, jumping out, before slamming it closed. He determinedly walks back inside, ready to lay back down and rest. 

A few moments pass and Harry comes stomping back out, letting out a guttural yell of defeat, with a chuck of his car keys to the ground.

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A stunningly beautiful girl is sitting at her desk in a droning history class, longingly staring out the window at the cloudless, sunny sky as the tweedy male teacher delivers his utterly dry and dusty lecture.

You are abruptly taken out of your thoughts of the beautiful weather as the classroom door bangs open, and the school nurse walks in. She crosses the room to your teacher and whispers in his ear, a solemn look on her face. The teacher's face, in turn, drops as he’s delivered an obvious piece of disturbing news. He nods grimly, before the nurse turns to face the students.

She calls out your name, and you sit up a bit straighter in your seat. The nurse emanates the perfect picture of compassion and pity. 

“Hey, hon. Can I see you outside for a moment? There’s been an emergency.”

A small smile curls at your lips which you quickly wipe off of your face, and begin to pack up your books. While gathering your books, you glance at the girl next to you, who’s still staring at you. 

“Dead Grandmother.” You whisper, unable to stop the uptilt of your lips from creeping back as you speak.

Out in the hall, the nurse gently holds your hand as she puts a comforting arm around your shoulder and you pretend to cry as she 'breaks the news'. 

“Dead Grandmother.”

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“Dead Grandmother?” Connors asks suspiciously. 

He is currently sitting at his desk, Grace standing ominously once again, this time across from him. 

“That’s what her father said. I had Florence notify her.” Grace said with a pitying shake of her head.

“Who’s this girl going out with?”

“It’s so hard to tell. I see her with Peter Parker a lot.”

“Could you get me her fathers daytime number?” An evil smile takes over Curt’s features. His suspicions are confirmed. Grace begins to walk out, but the sound of Principal Connors’ phone ringing stopped her in her tracks, turning to pick up the call.

“Curt Connors office. Yes. Can you hold? Thank you.” She places the call on hold before slowly turning to meet Connors expecting gaze. “It’s her father.”

He immediately startles, and he stares incredulously at Grace, reaching for the receiver as she opens her mouth to speak again. “Do you still want his daytime number?”

He answers her with an annoyed look. She smiles brightly before backing away, Connors punching the hold button. 

“Curt Connors.”

“Curt? Yes, hello, we’ve had a bit of bad luck this morning as you may have heard.”

Curt rolls his eyes at this, Her father so obviously not on the other line. He lets out a quiet guffaw before speaking again. 

“I heard. And, gosh, I’m all broken up. Huh? Oh, sure. I’d be happy to release your daughter from class. You produce a corpse, and she’ll make her way right out the door. I want to see this dead grandmother firsthand.” Grace stops cold in the doorway, turning to Curt in horror. He covers the bottom of the receiver before speaking to her. “It’s Peter Parker, nervy little punk. I’m gonna set a trap and let him walk right into it!”

Uncovering the box, he continues. “That’s right. Cart the stiff in and I’ll turn over your daughter. Sorry, school policy. Was this your mother?”

The other line ringing pulls Grace out of her stupor, leaving the office to go pick up the other line from her desk. 

“Curt Connors office.” 

Her jaw drops. 

“H-hold please.” 

She slams down the receiver, hurrying back into his office. Connors had not even begun to let up his smug persona on the call, harsh words emanating through the office, further spiking Grace’s anxiety. 

“I'll tell you what, you don’t like my policies, you can just come on down and smooch my big ol' ugly ass, how about that?” He’s smirking, Grace’s arms flailing furiously in the doorway, leaving him unfazed. He gives her an annoyed glance and tries to wave her away, but she stomps her foot and harshly whispers to him. He covers the phone, barking out a ‘what!?’

“Peter Parker’s on line two.”

The pencil falls in slow motion from his fingers, horror overtaking him completely as he glances at the phone. The second line light is flashing menacingly at him.

He gives one single blink, a twitch, and then he’s pressing on line two. 

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Peter’s smoothing his shirt out as he speaks, using the same sickly voice he used on his father. “Mr. Connors? I’m sorry to disturb you at work, but I was wondering if it would be possible for Gwen to bring home any assignments from my classes I may need? Thank you, sir.”

The line clicks. From the kitchen, another faux deep voice begins to speak up. 

“You oughta be sorry, for Christ’s sake! A family member dies and you insult me. What’s the matter with you, anyways?” Peter can hear the faint sound of Principal Connors' voice apologizing profusely on the other end of the line. “Well pardon my french, but you’re an asshole!” Harry’s voice grows louder with each word, growing taught from the exertion of dropping his voice three octaves.

“This isn’t over yet, Buster! You just make sure that my daughter’s out in front of the school in ten minutes, you hear me?” Curt’s response of ‘loud and clear’ is feeble. “Call me sir, god dammit!”

Peter then strolls into the kitchen to catch the last part of the phone conversation more clearly. Harry covers the phone. 

“I'm scared shitless, Peter! What if he can guess my voice?!” Harry’s eyes are wide. 

“Impossible. You’re doing great.”

Harry lets out an unconvinced noise, going back to the call. “I don’t have all day to bark at you, so I’ll make this short and sweet.” Peter sends him an enthusiastic thumbs up, Harry smiling proudly in return. “I want my daughter out in front of the school in ten minutes. By herself, I don’t want anyone around.”

A resounding smack rings out in the kitchen. Harry jumps away and gives Peter a hurt and questioning look, like a dog being reprimanded for wagging his tail, unable to understand what we did wrong.

“Out in front by herself!? That’s too suspicious! He’ll think something’s up, moron! Fix it!”

Harry panics, shoving the phone out towards Peter. “You do it!” Harry exclaims. Peter angrily waves his arms in front of him. “Talk!” and Harry is clearing his throat.

“I changed my mind, fella. You be out front with her! I wanna have a few words with you!”

The slap that emanates through the kitchen most certainly escapes out the door and echoes throughout the entire neighborhood. The phone clatters to the ground out of Harry’s hand, skidding to a halt near the fridge. 

They both scramble to pick it up, Harry’s voice frantically calling out to Connors the second he hastily pulls the receiver back up to his ear, the cord ending up wrapped around his neck. 

“On second thought, I don’t have time to talk to you. We’ll get together soon and have lun-” the sound of a dial tone fills Harry’s ear, turning to see Peter’s finger on the switch hook, steam practically coming from his ears. 

“Why’d you hit me.”

“Where’s your brain!?”

“Why’d you hit me.”

“Where’s your brain!?”

“Why’d you hit me.”

“Where’s your brain!?”

“I asked you first.”

“How are we supposed to go pick her up if Connors’ is gonna be there with her!?” Peter exclaims, his arms waving around furiously. 

“I said for her to be there alone, and you freaked!”

“My god you are so stupid. I didn’t hit you, I lightly slapped you.”

Harry gives him a blank stare. “You hit me. Look, don't ask me to participate in your shit if you don't like the way I do it!” Peter gives an incredulous look at his stupidity, Harry’s anger exemplifying with his embarrassment. “I was home, sick. You get me out of bed, bring me over here, make me jeopardize my future, make me make a phoney phone call to the dean of students, a man who could squeeze my nuts into oblivion, and then, you deliberately hurt my feelings.”

“I didn’t deliberately hurt your feelings.” Peter shoots back. 

“Oh, really?” 

“Yeah, really.”

Harry glares at Peter. “Hey Peter? Have a nice life.” He turns on his heel and sassily saunters out of the kitchen, causing Peter to let out a defeated sigh. 

“Harry?” “Stick it up your ass, Peter.” “Harry, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to jam you. It was uncalled for.” 

Harry stops in his tracks, and peeks over his shoulder at Peter. “You mean that?” 

“Dead serious.”

Harry turns around fully and smiles, accepting Peter’s lackluster apology. 

“You did kinda screw up though, right?” Peter begins, causing Harry’s eyes to narrow and lets out a suspicious ‘why?’ 

“Well, to fix this situation, I’m gonna have to ask you for a small favor…”

Harry’s jaw twitches. 

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a/n: OKAY! that's the first part, i hope u like :p part 2 coming out in a day or two, stay tuned!

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‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎ ‎ 彡 ‎ ‎venom!harry knows you’re in denial

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NSFW ( love my men feral and insane )

w a r n i n g : really HEAVY explicit content. non con, bondage by symbiote powers?, spit play. yeah this one got away from me.

inky black tendrils snaked up your arms, roughly pinning them above your head- snuggly gripped around your wrists, so tight it began to make your hands numb with a dull ache.

“harry.. please..” you had begged for a while now, but it was rather pointless. the black tar had concealed your best friend entirely, leaving drastically white and sharp slits in the center of what was its face paired with just below them, massive teeth that could be compared to miniature sharp daggers.

“we are not harry.”

the alien holding harry captive insisted, it’s low raspy voice sending shivers down your body and settling in a heavy lump right in your stomach.

the looming creature leaned in toward you, only for you to turn away from its menacing glare, refusing to look it in it’s cloudy white eyes.

but it wasn’t too pleased with your defiance, large black tentacle like limbs slithered up your back and twisted around your throat, tightening and yanking your face back parallel to his. not only was it effective in forcing your attention back but you felt the air in your lungs constrict. and when you gasped, that’s when the alien lunged it’s head forward and unhinged his massive jaw- a long and slimy, throbbing tongue dragged out.

you flinched when you felt warm slick saliva hit your collarbones as it fell off the wet muscle, said tongue moving to ghost your bottom lip, threatening to dip inside your mouth.

you snapped it shut and the creature growled, the white slits in its face narrowing.

“bad..girl..”

the degradation made your heart drop. you weren’t sure if it was out of how unsettled you felt or the fact you were overwhelmed. between feeling it’s uncontrollable touch all over your trapped body or how it regarded you with such intense attention.

“harry…” you whispered, squirming but with no intention of escaping. it made the creature grimace, knowing you wouldn’t relent until you saw him.

so with a jerk of its head, it pulled back, the dark ropes slinking away, tucking themselves behind the back of a very pale and sickly looking harry.

you took him in while you had the opportunity- his under eyes were smeared with a dark red and bruising purple, black veins framing his face along his jaw. your eyes traced them down, seeing them webbed and tangling until they disappeared into the collar of his wrinkled grey t-shirt.

“you’re very stubborn.” was all he said, leaning back to examine how his counterpart had you all spread out and imprisoned before him. he could really see the resemblance of a mouse in a rat trap.

“don’t listen to it.” you ignored his statement, following through with the initial reason you even came to find him. “it doesn’t want to help you, it only wants to feed off you.”

but your prodding irritated harry, unconsciously making venom squeeze itself harder over you. it earned himself a high pitched cry from you and he watched while your face scrunched up in pain.

“you don’t know anything. you don’t know us.”

you didn’t like how bonded he was with that thing, using third person to regard it and himself.

“no but i know you-“ you countered, yanking on the tendrils clamped over your wrists. so hard you felt like you could dislocate your shoulder.

there was a brief flicker of something in your best friend’s eyes, his face momentarily softening at your words. there was some of the harry that you knew still in there. but he must’ve been told to think otherwise because the look was gone and he replaced it with a deep frown, once again inching his face down to yours.

“is that why you didn’t reach out to me? used peter as your little messenger the entire time i was gone?”

the accusation hurt but you deserved it, “i was scared- okay? i had feelings for you that i couldn’t-“ you were cut off by your own whimper, the tar limbs around your neck only gripping tighter.

“and when i came back, you avoided me. pretended like you didn’t recognize me.” harry’s voice turned rough, eyes wild and locked onto yours, which began to water and obscure your vision.

“ha..rry-“ the feeling in your head was getting light and full of tingles but harry wasn’t going to let you pass out just yet. he made venom retract from your neck only to be replaced by harry’s own large and black veiny hands. his grip was notably more weak but still firm.

“do you know how long i waited to see you again? how badly i wanted to..” but he didn’t finish his sentence, instead letting his head drop with a quiet sigh.

you took the moment of silence to grab a deep breath of air, panting from your previous lack of oxygen. before you could try and plea with harry again, he lifted his head, his face this time was troubled. but still held with the erratic power that coursed through him.

he didn’t say anything but you could feel the conversation he was having with himself. maybe you were closer to convincing him than you thought?

of course, that presumption was quickly proven wrong when the ropes holding you captive shoved you down with brutal force. you felt your spine crack and your back blossom with a burning heat- now being pinned to the cold cemented floor.

harry only took two steps to hover over you, the dark shadows casting down on his features making him look menacing.

“now you’ll feel as i felt. hopeless. vulnerable.”

you didn’t have time to ponder what he meant by that before you felt large pulsating tentacles glide over your hips and sides. it was briefly ticklish but you were too distracted to care when you looked down.

venom was starting to twist itself around your midriff, tendrils slowly lifting your shirt up your stomach and exposing your bellybutton. it left the fabric bunched up just below your tits, your entire lower half revealed to the darkness and harry’s eyes.

“what..” you opened your mouth just to have it stuffed full with venom. your words of refusal were muffled, watching the same limbs in your mouth now hooking through your waistband and tugging them down, almost impatiently. they swirled around the material before ripping holes into it and using the breaches to tear the pants into two with a loud sccrrrp.

with eyes widened and shouts concealed, you were helpless to prevent the destruction of your clothes. harry had been a bystander while it happened, his eyes tracking every action as if he were mentally communicating with the alien to do what he wanted to you.

he felt satisfied with how he left you now, underwear on display for his hungry eyes, one shoe off your foot and shirt stuck to your sweat sticky skin.

“doesn’t feel too good, does it?” he tsked down at your trembling body, still held down by his partner. your retort was obviously incoherent but harry didn’t bother to ask venom to retract from you to hear it properly. no, instead he got him to flip you around.

the cry you released vibrated in your chest just as the tendrils looped down to roll you over- wrapping around your thighs to lift your hips up and tuck your knees under yourself. the pressure you felt on your back caused your back to arch down and your cheek to squish right up against the cold floor.

harry had you face down and ass up- hands still bound by venom but above your head. the new position made your shoulders and back ache while your neck cramped with the strain.

at least the stifling gag you had was now removed, spit from your mouth connected to the slithering dark snake. it retreated and left your line of sight, but you felt it rather than saw it as it crawled up your forearm and bicep to keep you stuck as you were.

“please.. dont.” your voice was hoarse after all your attempts to voice your protests despite being suppressed. the only answer you got was a strong force pulling your legs apart. it frustrated you that you couldn’t see what harry was doing- and he knew it. he wanted you riled up and pissed off.

“oh, come on now. don’t tell me you aren’t into this, even just a little bit.” his voice mocked from behind you, the sound of him closer than it was before. he was walking closer, eyes zeroed in on your underwear clinging to your ass, the way he had you on the floor making the fabric hug your body in a way he could see the exact lines of where your asscheeks began and ended. not to mention inbetween them.

“this.. isn’t you!” struggling only made your ass bounce and now.. harry needed to touch you for himself. he crouched down and you could feel the movement, anticipation and anxiety flooding your stomach like a waterfall.

once he was level with your ass, he automatically reached out on instinct, smacking it to watch gravity take effect and ripple under the impact. your reactions encouraged him, big veiny hands moulding against the soft flesh hidden under the cloth, long fingers pressing down to grab a large handful of you.

you felt nauseous at the idea of your best friend touching you like this, having his way with you while he had an alien- not from this planet- hold you down and make you endure it. if peter told you this is how you’d end up an hour ago you wouldn’t have believed him. this scenario was so crazily obscure that he probably couldn’t have predicted this. you definitely weren’t into it.

harry would prove you wrong, oh so wrong. you were just in denial. denial about how you felt about us. he wanted to prove you wrong. he was going to, no matter what it took.

he lifted his hand off you, the spot he had placed it was left with a sizzling warmth that pulled at you in the worst way. like you knew that wasn’t the worst of what he wanted to do to you.

“you shouldn’t have come looking for me.” the force on your back lightened only to be replaced with a sturdy weight, body heat coaxing you to remain placid and still.

“you should’ve listened to pete.” harry’s voice was low and thick, right next to your ear. you tried to shift yourself to get more comfortable under the new pressing body on top of yours but he went limp causing your face to get more mushed up against cement.

“such a bad girl. but it’s okay. i’ll forgive you,” you felt like he had more to say but he left it to linger in the darkness between you two- or three.

the crushing weight left and once again venom slunk his tendrils over and around you to take over. but harry didn’t leave you, no, he only got off you so he could slip his greedy rough hands under the elastic of your last remaining piece of dignity on your lower body.

a soft, amused laugh poured from from his mouth at the sound of your surprised gasp, soon morphing into a strangled groan when he selfishly teased your clit. he had his fun, the pads of his index and middle fingers each pressing down on either side of your slit and pushing outwards, spreading you open underneath your panties.

“ahah- h-har,” it was difficult to talk due to you currently eating cement, your hips shrinking away from the way he held your pussy lips apart. warmth flooded your abdomen and between your parted legs, a fresh gush to coat his prying digits.

“shit.” harry grunted, his own stomach clenching with a rush of awakened lust. you sounded so submissive and malleable by just a simple stimulation. he found it kind of cute. venom must’ve too, the voice inside his head hushed but clear, ‘must.. be corrupted.’

you did. you deserved to be shown how good having this much power feels. to be broken down into nothing and then built back up, all because of us.

without so much of a warning or indication of what was about to happen, harry flicked his wrist and delved two fingers inside your puffy cunt. it wasn’t as wet as he had wanted it to be, a bit disappointed in venom for being so impatient but shoved them deeper nonetheless.

it milked a mewl out of you, your hips jerking back and legs twitching from underneath your stomach. your knees where already aching from holding such an uncomfortable position for so long but the sudden fullness pressing against your unexpecting, raw walls caused you to thrash around in your black confines and everything hurt much worse than before.

“fuhhkk!” your voice cracked and drawled out the curse, eyes fluttering closed at being stretched without care. “take it. know you can.” with the battle of venom’s influence in his head, harry’s demand came out gravely and harsh. to convince you more, he swirled his fingers inside and turned them over so that the back of his hand was facing upwards while his inner wrist was directed to the floor.

the feeling of him moving inside of you made your stomach constrict and your pussy to stutter around his long inky veined digits. harry took this as a good sign and continued, a small smile playing on his lips.

“that’s it. feel you sucking them in.” he muttered, doing something you didn’t expect. he curled his fingers down, purposefully hitting that spongy spot in the upper part of your cunt. he used the advantage of your current form and it helped his fingers sink deeper, his other fingers tucked into his palm like they would be in a fist.

no matter how much you had tried to prepare to stifle a potential moan- you couldn’t stop the one that burst past your lips, eyes rolling back contrary to your determined will. it only got louder the faster harry fingered your pussy, obscene wet squelches coming from inside your drenched underwear. the fabric moved every time harry pulled out and dived back in.

“g-g-uhhh..” you sounded so ruined, it made harry eager to keep going. he knew his cock was leaking just by how much it kicked inside his jeans without even looking down. he was so desperate to replace his fingers with his dick but that was venom pressuring him to destroy your last droplets of composure and pride.

he needed to be patient, he countered the parasite in his system. he wouldn’t relent until you were full and leaking his cum, he was determined on that. but first he needed you to be begging for it. hungry to belong to him.

“p..leeese.. hareey..st-ooop.” he felt spurred on by your slurs and hiccups, his other hand dipping into your waistband elastic on your lower back to slide it off over your ass. but it was too slow for venom, his own dark slug-like limb reaching out to rip the garment off you in pieces.

the lack of reaction on your slumped over end proved just how drunk you were alone on the sensation between your messy thighs, not even the cold air attacking your sensitive clit was not enough to garner anything out of you besides mumbled whines and lazy whimpers from harry’s consistent assault.

he scooted closer behind you, moving to kneel down since his cock was straining too much against his pants for him to crouch any longer. now that he was able to actually see what his fingers looked like fucking in and out of you like this, he needed to get his stupid jeans off right goddamn now.

using his other unoccupied hand, he sloppily undid his belt, the clinking of the metal was drowned out over the sounds you made when he added a third finger, your slick drizzling down his knuckles and palm, reaching past his wrist to his forearm. harry made no attempt to sooth you while he pried open your swollen and abused pussy, too focused on relieving his own angry cock.

you couldn’t really feel your hands anymore, pins and needles running through each nerve every time you tried to bend each finger or make a fist. venom had you in a deadly lock, deep red and purple mixing together to stain your skin for more than just one day. you’d be surprised if he didn’t break them either, the tendrils clamping down harder the more harry got closer to rutting his dick in you. he wanted you to know you couldn’t prevent it. couldn’t escape it or hold it off for much longer. you were fucked. about to be- literally.

the pressure on your head lifted momentarily and you were able to look back over your shoulder- just in time to get a good eyeful of harry before he yanked his fingers out of you. you groaned instinctively at the loss of being filled, some of your sticky slick being taken along with his hand. harry lifted his arm up and stared at it, mesmerized at the way your juices looked on his skin, contrasting the inky webs that littered his entire body.

his eyes lowered to meet yours once he noticed you watching him and he smirked smugly, his tongue slithering out to trail up his pale wrist and palm. your eyes flitted to catch it, seeing the way he swirled around his index finger and put it in his mouth, sucking you clean off of it. and damnit, did your cunt sputter around nothing, eager and begging to feel his mouth on your folds.

but harry was done with foreplay. he could fucking smell how badly you needed him inside and pounding your dripping pussy. unbeknownst to you, he was kind enough to let you lift your head up, knowing you’d look back. knowing you’d give into your primal desire to be fucked like the pretty little slut you had always wanted to be for him. you just weren’t aware of it. yet.

“i don’t think y-you want me to stop.” he retorted but his voice cracked from how clouded his head was, the blood no longer in his head but prominently flowing through his cock- the fleshy pink tip was leaking large glistening drops of precum, pale white and travelling down his veiny dick to pool at his balls that throbbed with a growing urge to empty in you more than once.

“is this what you wanted? when you came looking for me?” harry tried to steady his voice, unable to help but buck his hips with longing for friction, the hand he used to split you open curled down to grab his cock, teasing his balls on the way down.

“n..no-o..” you sniffled, body simultaneously aching and yet buzzing with how aroused you had become far beyond how you originally felt when you first decided to confront your best friend.

“no? you sure about that baby?” that same mocking tone hit your ears before harry took his cock and prodded the spot between your cunt and asshole before dragging it down, running his wet tip along your swollen and red pussy lips. you clenched your teeth before your moan slipped through the gaps passed your lips, his precum mixing with your slick and effectively getting you wet enough so he could fill you to the brim- to which he did until he could feel the ridged and bumpy surface of where your cervix began. but it wasn’t enough for him, harry groaning with possessiveness and venom’s inability to let things go, pushed deeper still, painfully pressing against the wall even though there wasn’t much space for him to go.

you yelled out, eyes shutting as tears fell from your waterline and made long streaks stain your face. the pain mingled with the rest of the soreness that collected along the entirety of your body, heightening your awareness of how harry and venom were everywhere around you, your pussy disobeying your consciousness and squeezing the intruding cock inside.

which you dreaded because harry loved it, his palms smacking heavily down on your hips, finger tips digging down into your skin and tugging you into him, taking you again and just as aggressively. no matter how much you begged him to slow down, he sped up, lowering his weight back onto you, only this time, dipping his head to yours so he could suck big, prominent hickeys and marks into the back and sides of your neck.

he fucked you fast, pistoning his own hips in a dominating pace just to be sure you could feel every single inch of him inside you. you definitely could, there was no doubt. it didn’t help when you felt him grab a fistful of your hair and force your head back, tilting your chin to angle it perfectly for him to lean in and spit inside your mouth.

“swallow.” he commanded you- you listened, opening your mouth after to prove you did just as he said. so he did it again but told you not to eat it, instead shifting his weight evenly so he could bring his hand up and make you take his fingers in your mouth just as he had earlier to his own.

you let him twirl his fingers around your tongue, scooping up his own saliva and playing with it inside your mouth before he pulled them out and moved them out of sight.

you thought nothing of it though, way too invested and absorbed with his cock dragging along your drippy pussy, his body trapping you against the floor, relentlessly thrusting himself in you brutally. not until you felt pressure along your asshole and something push inside.

“gonna feel all of me. mine now. ours.” the voice in your ear sounded a million miles away, your jaw going slack when harry forced his finger passed the tight ring above the same sloppy cunt he was fucking. it felt like you couldn’t breathe due to the tension building up inside your pelvis and spine, unable to speak out and protest against whatever the hell he was doing.

you certainly didn’t miss the revisted use of third person and felt the progress you assumed you had slip away. harry wouldn’t listen to you- wouldn’t listen to peter or mary jane. he wasn’t past saving- yet was just as much of a hypocrite. he was the one in denial.

and you could tell, as he used your devastated holes, using you as his last connection to himself. to who he was before.

proving you right, harry took his finger away from your tight hole and quickly sank his teeth into a particularly sensitive spot below your jaw next to your ear, your hips stuttering into his. you didn’t get to have any sort of release because harry dug his nails into the flesh of your sides, leaving behind crescent shapes as he dragged them down. he clawed at you, growling out in unsettling animalistic and creature like way before you felt his cock throb and jump inside you.

you barked out in a demand for him to pull out but venom was quicker, muzzling you like a dog and holding your face flat against the hard floor.

you felt hot blood ooze out of your nose, down your upper lip and straight onto the cement- while harry jerked and slammed his pelvis into your asscheeks, giving a rather weak thrust before letting out a deep moan, one of his hands removing itself from your side to smack on your lower back and hold you down.

yet during his sloppy orgasm- you felt heavy and burning ropes of semen pour out and splatter your insides. it wouldn’t fucking stop either, it just kept coming, pumping itself more and more until it formed a white ring around the base of his cock and stuck to your pussy lips, falling and collecting all over your thighs and pittering quietly onto the floor below you both.

now with your face laying in a tiny puddle of red, harry lifted your head up by the hair at the nape of your neck. it didn’t sting, everything felt numb and tingly.

he brought his hand up to wipe your mouth and cheek, black inkiness crawling up his neck and face before consuming him yet again. you really needed peter to find you.

[kenyummy]

I love that ultimate sideman Harry for some reason no other version of Harry really looks like Harry to me 😭

ALSO UR SO REAL parksborn in utsm is so near and dear to my heart peter cared abt him sm

PARKSBORN UTSM YIU WILL NEVER BE TOPPED i miss my boyfriends so bad

utsm Harry is honestly my fav version of him like. I know he was originally supposed to be a huge loser and like a kinda foil of peter buttttt i gen just love the idea of Harry appearing to be the "cool one" and loved by everybody more (with Pete as his geeky boyfriend best friend) BUT his own dad.

like it's just such a good concept to me its so perfectly fitting I love it. yes Harry is a popular rich kid but he still treasures his friendship with this little loser so bad and he wants his dads validation so bad despite all this love he gets from everyone else it makes him THAT more tragic

I love you utsm Harry osborn you will be mine forever and evererrrrre

parksborn is so special to me I don't think anybody else gets it like. I love my dumb stupid miscommunication boyfriends bangs my head on desk

[awritessomething]

Stressed | harry osborn x fem!reader

summary | after Harry’s inheritance, he feels overwhelmed with all the new responsibilities. thankfully his girlfriend can help destress.

warnings | smut, public(ish) sex, swearing, oral m!receiving, almost getting caught, raimi!verse harry, short. I dont proofread id cringe

if you can’t tell I like james franco

No one so young should experience the traumas that Harry Osborn did. Finding his father’s dead body, seemingly murdered by Spiderman himself, being hated by his father, and then having to take over the family business before he was even 25, was a lot. Thankfully, through it all, he had support. You.

The relationship started pretty early in high school, Harry being all over you the second he laid eyes on you. The most perfect girl he had ever seen. Smart, gorgeous, the best personality and sense of humor. And you loved him. What else could a guy want?

Now that he was in charge of his father’s business though, the stress he experienced increased tenfold. The hours he spent doing paperwork, trying to figure out what the actual fuck was going on, was really getting to him. One day, as he was sat in his office, hunched over the desk, you walked in. You carried a glass of water in your hands, meant to be for yourself. The glass was placed on the desk and he downed it in a second. No use in protesting now.

“Youre overworking yourself, Harry,” you said. He leaned back in his chair and nodded.

“I know, but this is important.” His hand stretched out to take one of yours. He kissed each knuckle twice. Your free hand ran through his hair, which he leaned into. A slight smile curved your lips at the sight.

“You’re so tense,” you whispered, the words seeming to leave your lips as a sigh. You pulled your hands away from him to rest on his shoulders, thumbs digging into the knots of his muscles. He groaned softly and leaned back a little more, slouching. Rounding his chair, you stood in front of him. “Are you coming to bed soon?”

“No, no. I can’t. Don’t wait up for me, I’ll be a while.” He frowned and put his hands on your hips. You nodded and walked to the door, taking the glass with you. Your fingers curled around the doorknob and then you halted. A thought crossed your mind.

“Then can I do what I wanted to do… here?” You turned around again to look at him. His brows furrowed slightly, but he nodded. Crossing the room quickly, the glass hit the wooden desk once more. His eyes followed your every move curiously until he saw you kneel.

“Oh- you meant that?” He gasped slightly. A short nod was all that was given as a response as your fingers moved to tug off the belt he wore with his suit. His hips lifted so you could pull his trousers down as well. His boxers followed. His cock hardened under your touch, twitching slightly as it rose to its full glory. Soft lips pressed kisses along his shaft, tongue darting out to press along the veins that ran up it.

Initially, Harry believed that your actions wouldn’t distract him too much, that maybe it could just be like a massage but… on his cock. It had been a long time since they had the chance to have sex, so he definitely forgot how good it was. After his tip touched your tongue, it was over. His balls strained.

Manicured nails dug into his thighs slightly just to ground herself as you took him into your mouth. His eyes rolled back briefly before opening again to be able to watch. The taste of his precum as it seeped into your mouth seemed heavenly in a way. So foreign, yet so familiar.

One hand was twisting around the parts of him that wouldn’t fit into your mouth, while the other held his balls. They were full and painfully heavy, needing release. He was so very sensitive. The light fondling of his balls had his thighs quivering just slightly as his nails dug into the fancy wooden desk in front of him. There was a call on the phone.

“Motherfucking- mmh..” he moaned softly and denied the call. But they called back again and again. The feeling of your tongue against his cock was too good to let go of though. His fingers threaded into your hair, taking control of your movements as he picked up the phone. “Osborn,” he grunted, doing his best to sound put together. His eyes squeezed shut in focus and he leaned back in the chair, pushing your head down on his cock.

The conversation he had over the phone wasn’t registered by your mind as his hand kept your head pushed down. The smell of him was overwhelming as the light hairs around his base tickled your nose. It seemed like hours until he hung up the phone and released his grip. Removing your mouth from him briefly, you coughed to catch your breath.

“You ok, baby?” He murmured, not realizing what he had really done. You didn’t seem to realize either though. With one more blink and a breath, he was back in your mouth. His thighs tensed and you felt his balls squeeze in your hands. “Shit- fuck.. hold on-“ he grunted and his back arched slightly. Harry always prided himself on not cumming fast, or having his shit together when he did.

Not this time.

With a buck of his hips and a drop of spit running to his balls, he came. “Shi… mm!” He muffled his noise with a hand over his mouth. While he was still spurting cum right down your throat, the door to his office opened.

“Mr. Osborn? Peter Parker is here,” his assistant said. Harry nodded, keeping his hand over his mouth and lowering his head. The assistant was confused at the nearly crosseyed expression Harry had on his face, so he just backed out of the office.

Harry grabbed a tissue from his desk and touched your cheek. “Spit,” he said softly and held the tissue near your mouth. Your lips parted to show your mouth empty. His cum was swallowed.

Harry took a moment and just stared at where he expected to see a pool of his cum and then cleared his throat. He set the tissue on the desk, moved his hair away, and then helped you out from under the desk. But then he spun you around and pinned you to it. His pelvis pressed against your ass.

“I’m sure Pete can wait, yeah?”

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Crushed | Peter x Reader x Harry imagine

Summary: Your boyfriend sometimes has anger problems, but this is the first time he’s ever taken it out on you. Thank the lord his best friend was there to step in.

Warnings: angst, jealousy, unintentionally angry abusive boyfriend (it’s Harry’s illness), protective friend, needle, strangling, a little bit of infidelity (it’s just one kiss)

Word Count: Maybe 1.5k-ish (wrote in app and can’t really check. Was supposed to be a quick on but…)

A/N: this is an apology story as my other longer stories still aren’t ready yet. I needed some angst and this idea just popped into my head, soooo, let’s go.

To say your boyfriend had a bit of a temper was an understatement. It was something he got from his father along with his rich kid entitlement. He wasn’t always like this. He was usually nice. He took great pride in having bagged you for a girlfriend and loved showing you off to people. However he wasn’t stupid. He knew how people looked at you when they thought he wasn’t looking.

Jealous. Your boyfriend was easily jealous. He’d catch guys looking and would be quick to remind them who you belonged to. An angry stare here, smashed glass and punch in the face there, but he’d never taken it out on you.

That was until his father died. Suddenly Harry had even more feelings than he knew how to deal with. Often multiple feelings at the same time. That and the fact he was dying. You weren’t supposed to know, but you’d overheard him talking to Peter about it. He’d been coming around a lot more since Norman had died. He was an old friend from when Harry was a kid. You thought it was good for him, he seemed a little more at ease despite the doom and gloom. You got on well with him too. He was kind and easy to talk to. He seemed to be the only guy Harry didn’t seem threatened by around you. That was until tonight.

You had all gone out for dinner. Harry had seemed off for the whole meal but you thought it was just because of his illness. Heck, maybe his anger was just another part of his illness. He was quiet and logical, all the way through the meal. He often looked between Peter and you as you spoke so easily to one another. You seemed to laugh at every single one of his jokes and Harry could have sworn he saw a particular warmth and sparkle to your eyes.

He was silent the whole cab ride home and kept shrugging you off whenever you asked him what the matter was, his fingers flexing over his knees. When Peter asked the same question he just ignored you both and looked out the window.

You had both said goodnight to Peter when you had gotten out of the car.

“You gonna be okay?” Peter quietly asked you as Harry began to make his way to the front door of the building.

“Yeah, of course.” You nodded. “Good night Peter.” You smiled before quickly following after your boyfriend.

Being in the elevator with Harry felt like being in a pressure cooker, the higher the elevator got to the penthouse, the more tight and constricting the air felt; until you reached the top and he seemingly began to explode.

You watched on as he made a beeline to his Fathers alcohol, knocking back shot of whisky after shot of whisky and shouting about Peter.

“I saw the way he looked at you…. And when he touched you….” He ranted jealously as he paced back and forth across the floor as you sat frozen on the sofa.

You watched as the veins in his neck began to bulge slowly turning a darker shade of green. He was beginning to scare you.

“Harry, maybe I should go home.” You tentatively said standing, grabbing your coat off the arm of the sofa where you had placed it and folding it over your arm.

It was like he fully remembered you were in the room. And not in a good way. His eyes were completely black as they locked onto you. “And you,” he snarled, “you like him back don’t you sweetheart. The way you giggle at his jokes and fix his clothes and-“

“Harry. Harry stop. You’re scaring me.” You tried to say as you stumbled backwards towards the door. You were trying to not make sudden movements, trying to keep your energy calm and placate him long enough to get out the door but it was no good. Harry was gone.

Your back hit a large pillar and he was on you in seconds, his hand around your throat as he began to squeeze. “Harry!” You tried to say but it was difficult with how tightly he was squeezing. You couldn’t breath, you began to make choking noises as your finger nails reached to claw at the back of his hand. “Harry.” Your voice was high pitched and raspy. “I don’t… please.”

There was a loud thud as the front door burst open, Peter rushing in and tackling Harry to the ground. You gasped as oxygen flooded your lungs and your legs gave way, your body collapsing into a heap on the floor. Tears pricked your eyes as your chest heaved, panicked coughs wracking your body. Your vision was patchy as you tried to watch Peter and Harry, wrestling on the ground.

“Harry! Harry!” Peter said as he pinned his friend to the floor. “Harry, look at me! This isn’t you! Stop it,” Harry just kept fighting though, his body writhing underneath Peter’s, but Peter didn’t budge.

“Get off me! I hate you! You’re fucking my girlfriend!”

“Harry!”

“Get off me!”

“Harry this isn’t you. I wouldn’t do that. She wouldn’t do that. Harry!”

Harry’s wails were animal like.

You knew you had to do something to help. You remembered the medicine Harry was secretly keeping in his desk drawer. Your legs felt wobbly as you tried to stand, hobbling into his office in the next room. Your fingers were frantic as you opened the desk drawer and took out a vile and fresh needle. You rested your weight against the desk as you readied the shot.

“Peter. Here use this,” you said almost defeated as you made your way back into the other room.

You had no idea how Peter was able to hold down the still thrashing Harry and take the needle from you with such steady hands. Peter wasted no time in pushing the needle into one of the bulging veins in Harry’s neck, quickly administering the medicine that began to take immediate effect. Harry’s body went limp as he calmed, his eyes closing as if he was relishing in the relief. The veins in his neck seemed to settle and the green track marks began to recede.

Peter’s body collapsed to one side on the floor, removing his weight from Harry’s body. When it was evident Harry was out for the count and sleeping off his episode, the brown haired boy finally turned to you.

“Are you okay?” He asked, scrambling across the floor to where you too had collapsed, adrenaline beginning to dissipate.

You groaned slightly as you blinked away your tears and rubbed at the ghostly feeling of Harry’s fingers at your neck. “Ow.” You said hoarsely as Peter’s hands reached out and tilted your chin up and turned you in the light to get a better look at your neck.

“Yeah, that’s gonna leave a mark.” He said.

“I thought you went home.” You croaked.

“Don’t try and talk.” He said. “Come on.” He reached out for your hands and pulled you up off the floor, walking you towards the kitchen where he sat you on one of the stools. He grabbed you a glass of water and told you to take small sips while he put Harry to bed.

“Is he gonna be okay?” You asked when he came back into the room.

“I thought I told you not to try and talk.”

You simply shot him a look in response.

“He’s gonna be fine. Well, he’ll make it through the night anyway.” Implying that although Harry was alive now, Peter might just kill him himself tomorrow for what he had just done to you.

You couldn’t help but look at Peter differently then. He’d saved your life. Harry was about to strangle you to death and he’d saved your life. “Peter?”

He raised his eyebrows at you in a way that said ‘what did I tell you about trying to talk?’ But you ignored him.

“Thank you.” You said, settling for a whisper.

He gave you a small smile. “Come on. Let’s get you to a doctor and get that throat looked at.”

You quickly shook your head no, but instantly regretted it, wincing as your throat protested against the movement. “No Doctor. They’ll report it. I don’t want him getting in trouble.” You tried to say, but your voice became more strained as you tried to get the words out.

“Fine. Fine.” Peter said, raising his arms in front of you in a calming manor, trying to ease the rising panic in your eyes. “Okay. But I am taking you home. And I’m never leaving you on your own with him again.”

“Peter, what he said about-“

Peter shook his head cutting you off. “Not now.”

He wrapped his arm around you as he guided you back through the apartment. He grabbed your coat off of the floor and placed it over your shoulders, before he placed a protective hand to your back once more and lead you out the door.

******

When you got back to your parents apartment, Peter took you all the way up to the door. Your hand froze on the door handle, key halfway to the lock when you turned back to him with tears in your eyes. The reality of the night was finally sinking in. You worried at your lip before you asked, “Will you stay?”

“I uh,” he stammered, “I don’t think that’s a good idea. I mean, what would Harry say?”

“Peter please. I don’t care… I’m scared.” Your voice said vulnerably. “Please.”

His hand reached out to cup your cheek. His thumb smoothing away the tear that rolled down it. “I can’t. I wish I could but I can’t.”

“Because of Harry’s jealousy?”

“Because he’s right.”

His words stun you. They put a stop to your tears as curiosity forms inside you instead. You try to speak but he stops you.

“He’s right to be jealous.”

“Why?” Your voice is a barely audible whisper.

“Because I’m falling for you.”

You’re not sure why you do it. Maybe it’s the shock of everything. Maybe it’s because he saved your life and you feel like you owe him. Maybe it’s because you really did have feelings for him too. But you lean forward and kiss him. It’s short and sweet. Delicate.

His hand hovers at the side of your face. You know he wants more. And if it wasn’t for Harry, if it wasn’t for everything that had just happened he’d take more. But he fights it. And so do you.

You know you shouldn’t ask again, not after you just kissed him, but you are more scared to be alone right now than not say it. “Please stay. I promise I won’t do that again. Just, please don’t leave me on my own.”

He hasn’t got the heart to say no to you again. He simply gives a small nod, his hand indicating for you to open the door, a silent promise that he’d follow.

You both agreed he’d sleep on the cushioned bench under your window. You had gotten him a blanket and pillow before you crawled into bed. You both just stayed there in your positions across the room, staring at each other, you lying down, him just sat, his back leaning against the wall next to the window.

You didn’t know when you had eventually fallen asleep, but when you woke up, Peter was gone and the window had been left slightly open. Your neck felt stiff and all you wanted to do was roll over and forget everything had happened. Everything except for that kiss.

As your lips tingled and a fuzzy feeling settled into the pit of your stomach, you knew one thing for sure. Your boyfriend was a dick and you were definitely crushing on his best friend.

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How in the world does one make a master list? And also, how in the world do you update it later😫

Please help☹️

EDIT: MY MASTERLIST HAS BEEN POSTED

It’s pinned at the top of my page

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[dontbesoweirdkira]

A/N: The Coney Island episode did something to me. Like it brings me so much joy! But I can't help but wonder how it's be if Peter was a little jealous of Harry. Peter is so hopelessly in love and is spiraling.

Warnings: mentions of obsession, stalking, possessiveness..

Requests: Open

Masterlist

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You're a close friend of Peter and he has this super huge crush on you...maybe he doesn't even realize it. I personally like to think you are both spiders and that's where his obsession started. Your bond is just extremely strong and tight so he just passes off the intense feelings as something to do with the whole "being bit" thing.

He's always been a bit over protective and maybe a bit over bearing but you know that Peter just cares a lot.

Anyways, Peter instantly regrets inviting you out with Harry. Like he almost forgot just how charming this man is and he's panicked. He doesn't understand why tho. Like there's room for you all to be friends, why does this bother him so much.

At first his jealousy isn't noticeable. He seems relatively normal, you are all playing games and having fun. Of course, Peter makes it a point to sit next to you and be your partner. Maybe he's a bit more clingy than normal but it's nothing worth noting.

He is definitely trying to win you everything you lay your eyes on. I mean, he's super strong so it's insanely easy for him. He's taking so much pride in this until Harry starts showing him up. That whole muscle thing where Harry breaks it...geez. Somehow Peter is back to being that same 15 year old boy standing in his cooler friend's shadow.

It isn't until he steps away to get a snack, when he comes back to you and Harry doing the soulmate quizer thing where it gets bad for him... Seeing you guys be declared as the perfect couple really peeved him. Yeah. Those things are stupid and rather inaccurate but...damn just the thought alone really bugged him.

Peter is still in denial tho. He is chalking his feelings up to his best friend taking away his other best friend and not maybe that he's utterly insane for you. He's far too sweet to be a dick so he's passive aggressive.

Peter is actively standing in the middle of you two like.. he's not having it!

Oh my gosh the way his face dropped when you guys started bonding over your favorite ride. The speed demon roller coaster. Peter did try budding in the convo and said it was his fave too but was met with "umm I thought the ferris wheel was.." poor baby. He wasn't able to prevent you guys sitting next to each other on the ride. He's sitting behind ya'll and watching you hold onto Harry while the ride went down was blood boiling...

You offer to go on the ferris wheel to try and sweeten his mood with something he'd enjoy. All that ends with Peter blocking out the endless banter from Harry while he stares you down. Like why did you choose to sit next to him instead? It was hard watching you guys in such a romantic scenery. You looked so perfect in the night sky, ferris wheels are the perfect place to get cozy and share some loving kisses...It didn't look right with Harry being the one to share that space with you..it should be hi-

There's a part of Peter who feels deeply insecure and scared that you're choosing Harry over him. Everyone else used too, and it's highschool all over again...

Peter would definitely cut the night short after that. He's grabbing your arm and pulling you away from Harry.

"well, Bud. This was...great to say the least...but we should really get going. Night."

Harry doesn't even get a change to protest before he's walking out while dragging you along with him. You're so confused because what was that? Why was he seemingly so angry when he desperately wanted you to meet Harry all week.

Peter doesn't even know. He just doesn't like you being so close to someone who isn't him. After becoming friends, you're practically each other's only contact and he hates the idea of Harry becoming one.

"Pete, can you chill out..? What's going on with you? I didn't wanna leave."

"Well I did."

You questioned him further, begging him to stop and tell you what is up until he broke.

"I just dont-..... Whatever it was between you and him..I don't like it. I don't care if it was just "friendly". It. cannot. ever. happen."

"...but why....?"

Peter walks you home, it's silent on his end. He doesn't elaborate...or ever bring up the subject matter again. You can continue to press him but he'll either change the subject or leave. He's confused, jealous and even a little embarrassed. But from then on he's a lot more on edge over you. You notice him looking over at your phone when you're texting...questioning who you are interacting with...even you can sense his shadow over head as he follows you around town ...

He slowly realizes he's completely smitten over you, that this is all because of a fat crush. yet, he can't seem to control his spiral into his obsession with you.