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sunwarmed-ash · 10 months ago

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Separation Anxiety-Voters Choice

Man that was a CLOSE race, separation anxiety won by one vote! (Maybe 2, idk %'s are not my strong suit)

The fic itself has a lot of angsty parksborn interactions, so here’s a little bittersweet, spicy piece I think y’all will enjoy :D

Thanks again for voting!

Rating: Explicit 🔞😈🔥

Tags: parksborn smut, consensual domination, web bondage, cumming untouched, harry has a degradation kink, and a praise kink, slut kink, Andrew!Peter, Dane!Harry, top!Peter, bottom!Harry, TASM2

Let’s go back to the beginning one more time…

Earth-120703 (Webb Universe) Queens. May 2014

If you think you know everything that happened between Peter and Harry, you're wrong….

‘Complicated’ doesn’t even begin to scratch the surface.

“So. Gwen.”

Peter’s heart moved painfully in his chest at her name on his lips. Fuck, there was so much to unpack there.

“What about her?

“That whole thing still, ‘complicated?’”

Peter frowns before opening and taking an equal pull off the lip of his bottle. Complicated was a word for it alright. He lets out a resigned sigh. It’s not complicated. Its over. He’s fucked up with her too many times. He just can’t seem to figure out what he wants. She knows what she wants.

“More like, not gonna happen again even if I want it to,” he mutters, hating how much truth there is behind those words.

“Well good, because then I don't feel guilty doing this.”

Before Peter could even start to think of a response Harry is closing the distance between them with a hard press of his lips. Peter startles in his sudden, strong grasp, but it's equally as grounding as Harry moves his lips expertly against Peter’s.

It’s not long before Peter’s kissing back with equal force. He’s had a crush on Harry since he was 8 years old, and he was pretty sure the same went for Harry. Even if they absolutely never talked about it. Talking wasn't really their strong suit. They learned early on they responded better physically.

They kissed like they were making up for lost time, which in a lot of ways they were. Their traumatic childhoods, abusive fathers, school transfers, and other relationships had gotten in the way every time. But not now. Now it was just him and Harry, all alone in his penthouse suite.

Why was he here again?

Peter is the one directing things now, ignoring everything but the man in his arms.

Harry begins to paw against the raised edges of his suit, determined to get it off and Peter chuckles. He lifts Harry up and helps his legs around Peter’s hips so he can continue his ministrations.

By the time they crossed the threshold of the bedroom Peter could find in his sleep, Harry’s clothes were open and moments from falling off. Meanwhile, Peter was still very much in his suit.

Harry huffs in genuine frustration, poking at the reinforced material in annoyance.

“I no longer like the suit.”

Peter laughs genuinely before reaching under a small flap at the left side of his neck. From there he exposes a small zipper-pull that he drags down fluidly. The remainder of the suit falls down at his feet.

“Better?” He asks.

Harry didn't even try to hide his obvious ogling.

“Much.”

“Good,” Peter grins, returning his attention to Harry’s neck, sucking hickies into the unscaled side. It draws needy whimpers from the heir under him in no time. It makes Peter chuckle. Yeah, sure Harry might have known Peter’s tells enough to figure out his biggest secret, but Peter knew some of Harry’s secrets too.

“I missed you Peter.”

“I know baby,” he sighs, achingly vulnerable. They had missed so many opportunities. “I missed you too.” He reclaims Harry’s lips, hands moving to his open belt to pull down jeans that fit Harry about as snugly as his suit fit him. He didn't hate it, everything looked good on Harry. But he wanted them off, now.

A sharp pull down and Harry’s cock sprang free, angry, red and ready for more than he was currently getting. Peter grins knowingly. “Still dress like a slut huh?”

Harry shivers pleasantly under him, eyes searching, hungry for more.

“I was hoping you'd come back tonight.”

“So this is for me?” He asks, running his hand down Harry’s bare thigh, before gripping his leaking cock at the base.

Harry’s hips fly upward with a surprised gasp, but Peter’s extra strength grip on his hip keeps Harry right where he wants him. Harry lets out a frustrated growl. Only using a little bit of his newly acquired strength to continuously test Peter’s hold.

“What, you’re going to tease me to death? That’s just cruel.”

Peter chuckles to play along but the causal mention of Harry’s impending death takes another solid chunk of his heart with it.

“I’m going to give you everything you ask for Sweetheart,” he promises. Because this, he could actually promise. Unlike what he promised Uncle Ben.

And Captain Stacy.

Aunt May.

Gwen.

Harry’s hips arch and his voice breaks against Peter's unyielding hold, snapping the brunette out of his head and back to the present moment.

“Well, what I want is for you to touch me Peter. Preferably sooner rather than later.”

Peter squeezes his hand all the way up to the tip before twisting on the glide back down. Harry arches and gasps into the touch, huffing in frustration when Peter’s hand stops again.

“Is that all you want me to do?”

Harry tries to glare, but he’s too worked up to stay angry. Instead he flushes crimson.

“…No.”

As a reward, Peter pumps his hand again, spreading precum all over the head of Harry’s cock before gliding slickly back down.

“Fuck,” Harry chokes, his head digging into a nest of pillows.

Peter smirks.

“Is that an official request?” He pumps the man’s cock faster now, rubbing just long enough for Harry’s eyes to start to roll back into his head.

Harry still hadn’t answered though, so Peter releases his grip all together. Harry’s cock twitches helplessly against open air and he curses as he's denied friction again.

Frustrated, Harry’s hand shoots down to finish the work Peter started. But before his hand can reach its destination, an equally fast web catches his hand and secures it to one of the corners of the bed.

“Fuck.” Harry stares at his attached wrist with wide, shocked eyes before letting out an amused chuckle. “That’s hot Pete.”

Peter snorts. Harry being into bondage was not surprising in the slightest. He fires another web to Harry's other wrist, watching with a smirk as his eyes glaze over, proving Peter’s theory.

Peter can’t help but think Harry looks good like this, naked with his arms bound, his pathetic cock stiff and wet jutting up between wide open legs. Ready for anything Peter will give him.

Peter crawls further up the bed, straddling Harry’s chest. It puts his own hard cock perfectly in line with Harry’s mouth.

“You’re in the wrong spot if you’re going to fuck me,” Harry sasses, but Peter doesnt take the deflective bait.

“I’d really hate to web your mouth shut too, but I will if I have to.”

Harry licks his lips, eyeing Peter’s own heavy and proud standing erection.

“Then you’d lose the benefit of what my mouth can do.”

Peter grips the blonde's chin tight, inspecting Harry's open and waiting mouth for a tortuously long time. His cock bobs just breaths away from the blonde's mouth, and he counts three separate times Harry’s impatient tongue seeks out a taste. Instead of giving it to him, Peter drops the man’s chin and tsks,

“I suppose it'll do."

Peters' blatant dismissal tore a small, helpless moan out of Harry and Peter reveled in the knowledge he knew Harry’s kinks like the back of his hand. His first boy crush turned obsession was his best friend; 6 years apart felt like nothing the second they were together again.

He held Harry's mouth steady as he lined up his own cock with the slick entrance. Harry licks his lips once more, but Peter keeps everything right where he wants it. “Show me your safe word.”

Harry’s foot kicked the headboard three times rapidly. It echos loudly in the room and Peter feels satisfied in his ability to hear it once they got started.

“Good boy.”

“Please, Peter,” Harry begs, desperation clear.

Peter smiles, rubbing the outside of Harry’s cheek with the head of his cock. Precum glistens across the skin and Peter's eyes narrow on the way his thin pink tongue reaches desperately to get a taste.

“Slut,” he remarks and Harry nods.

“Please, let me show you how much.”

Peter doesn’t waste another second. He slides his cock into Harry’s mouth, gliding until he felt the wide head push against the tight muscles of his throat. The muffled groan that came out of Harry was nothing short of pornographic, and he wishes more than anything he had his camera right now.

He pulls back to give Harry a chance for air before sliding back in. He’s able to fit a little more this time.

Harry's eyes roll back into his head and his hips twitch into the open air above him.

Peter isn’t close enough for him to grind against on purpose.

“You're doing so good Harry,” he appropriately praises, because Peter had been in as deep as he could be for almost a minute now and Harry hasn't gagged, protested, or requested air. Harry Obsorn, living up to his playboy reputation.

When he eventually does need it, all it takes is a look. A gentle pleading with his glacial blue eyes and Peter was pulling out just enough for Harry to breathe through his nose.

“Since I'm feeling nice,” Peter starts, pushing Harry’s sweat-slick locks out of his eyes before sinking back into his mouth, “I’ll let you choose where I cum.”

Peter felt more than heard Harry’s muffled curse against his cock. He continues. “I personally want to see what this pretty face looks like, ruined with my cum.”

Harry's bound body shivered pleasurably once more, his needy whine causing vibrations to radiate up his cock. He felt Harry’s desperate empty attempt to fuck anything but air between his legs and smirked. Of course Harry likes that idea. “But, I also remember how much you like to be filled. And I’ve been dreaming about this ass since you came back to town.”

Harry jolted in the restraints like he had been electrocuted. It took Peter a second to realize it was him forcefully trying to pull from the webbed restraints.

Peter smirks proudly, motioning at his self-manufactured web shooter. “They're the real deal baby.”

Harry huffs in obvious frustration, yanking himself off Peter’s dick.

“Pete please! You know how much I hate it when you tease me!”

Peter laughs at his best friends expense because there was no way he was stopping now.

“Aw, is wittle Hwarry Osborn upset because he can't get something immediately?”

“Fuck You, Parker.”

Peter scratches the side of his head in sarcastic contemplative thought.

“I’m pretty sure you’ve confirmed twice now it’s you who wants to get fucked. But I get it. I mean, it's gotta be annoying, needing something so bad only to realize that not even your money can buy it.” To articulate his point, he reaches his hand back and rakes the tips of his nails up the length of Harry’s still hard, slick cock.

“Fuck!" Harry moans in the form of a bubbled sob, his hips jerking erratically in a way that signals he was nearing his final breaking point. This was as good as a submission Peter would get before Harry became either overstimulated, bored, or too frustrated to continue.

“Cum for me good boy,” Peter orders in his ear; quiet, secretive, intimate.

Harry cums with a loud strangled cry, his hips pumping desperately up in the open air as his orgasm rushes through him. Peter feels cum coat his ass and the back of his legs.

Afterwards he leans down and connects their lips, licking away the saltiness of his own preum from Harry’s tongue.

Harry fights to catch his breath after such a strong orgasm. But when he does, he’s back to spewing demands, as if he wasn’t the one on his back, tied up.

"I still want you to fuck me."

*check back Sunday for the full chapter*

#parksborn #harry x peter #peter x harry #separation anxiety #harry osborn #peter parker #andrew peter parker #dane harry osborn #the amazing spider man #the amazing spiderman 2 #tasm peter parker #webb universe #sinful sunday #find me on ao3 #sunwarmed ash #links in bio #reblogs are free ways to support me!#i post new stuff every sunday

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fuckedeath · 1 year ago

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𖦹•°. miguel o'hara being jealous ?!

( a/n : hii!! i haven't written in a while so i apologise in advance if it sucks ass 💀 oh! and english isn't my native language so bare with me!! )

"new recruit?" you asked, looking up from your food tray. you sat at the table for lunch at hq with the rest of the band of idiots you work with.

"yeah," peter b. parker coughed out, still forcing a whole burger into his hatch. "heard it from lyla, said jess found him on her last mission."

bits of food flew out of his mouth as he spoke, leaving the rest to contort their faces a bit from disgust. pav didn't seem to mind it, though.

"oh yeah, hobie and i saw him walk into the big man's office earlier!" pavitr prabhakar nudged an elbow into spiderpunk's side, causing him to choke on the drink he was chugging down.

"oi! watch it!"

"oh my god, are you seriously still drinking that shit?" gwen scoffed.

"come on, guys. his d.i.y coca-cola isn't all that bad! we gotta support him and his political views! is that what you call it? either way, i'm with you all the way, hobie." miles morales spoke up, defending one of his closest friend.

hobie brown claimed that he didn't believe in any large cooperate companies, the coca-cola company included. so he took it upon himself to make his own version. like that time he attempted to craft an xbox from scrap metal he found lying around (he stole them from miguel's office while he was out on a mission).

"yeah? why don't you take a sip then, miles?" you pushed the tin can hobie placed down on the table towards miles. he squirmed in his seat, forcing out a nervous laughter as hobie raised an eyebrow.

"nah, nah, i can't. i'm... on a diet! yeah, ma-maybe next time!"

as the whole table laughed, suddenly lyla appeared out of thin air.

"hey guys! so, i think you all know we got a new spidey on the team. miguel wants you all in his office to meet him asap." she glitched into various different poses as she spoke.

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you all waited for the elevator to take you directly to the office's floor.

"make sure to make him feel welcomed. don't say anything intimidating. i'm looking at you, hobie." peter said before hobie let out a scoff towards his comment.

at last, the elevator doors finally open and you all stepped out. you began to notice a familiar figure standing in front of a larger figure, which you already identified as miguel o'hara.

miguel let out a dreadful sigh as he noticed peter b. exiting the elevator first, eager to meet the newest member of the spider society.

"heyyyyy! new guy! welcome on board!" peter b. said, placing a hand onto the new recruit's shoulder. "you're gonna fit right in- oh, meet the rest of the gang,"

you were the last to exit the elevator, still trying to make out who it actually was. all while miguel was staring at you, as he usually does.

the rest of the team joined in on peter b's warm welcome and you finally realise who it was, resulting in a loud gasp echoing the office.

all heads turned to face you as you exclaimed "is that really you?!"

you and the new recruit, also known as the amazing spider-man from earth-120703, are finally face to face with each other. his face immediately lit up upon recognising you.

he shouted out your name before immediately pulling you into an embrace. "peter! i didn't expect to see you here." you said between chuckles.

"what? you're saying i'm not good enough to be apart of you guys?" you both went back and forth joking with each other. the others were left dumbfounded by the situation unfolding before them.

what they didn't notice is how miguel was practically burning holes into peter's body. there was a rage rising inside of him, almost uncontrollable anger. he hated how you were embracing that random spider-man over him. he's the only person you're allowed to touch in any way. in fact, you're also only allowed to talk to him and no one else! is that toxic? maybe. but he just wants you all to himself! he would rather die than admit all of that, though. his hands were clenched into fist, holding the strong urge to punt this person across the room right then and there.

you began to explain to everyone how you met peter on one of your solo missions and even after the anomaly was caught, you still slipped back to his universe to hang out with him time to time.

"say that again?" miguel snapped his head towards you.

"i go to his universe to hang out someti-"

"and who allowed you to do that?"

the others began to tense up, immediately picking up on the anger in his tone.

"everyone else, get out. you, stay." miguel commanded, pointing his index at you.

the rest looked at you, worried. but you gave them a reassuring look back so they began to shuffle back into the elevator. "let's give you a tour, shall we? the frozen yogurt at the cafeteria is to die for." peter b. guided the recruit by the shoulders before closing the elevator door behind them.

you took a deep breath before turning around to face miguel.

"okay, about the sneaking off to another universe without letting anyone know thing, look, it's completely my fault and-"

"you should've known better! what if something happened to you? what if you died and no one knew?"

"relax, you know i can handle myself! you don't have to worry about me."

"that's the problem! i do worry about you. all the fucking time. i get anxious when you show up to work 10 minutes late, frantically asking lyla to check on your location which she refuses to do because she thinks it's creepy,"

"when you come back from a mission with your suit torn up and blood seeping out, it makes me just want to keep you here where you're safe with me,"

"and when i see you hugging some lousy peter variant, i-" he stopped himself. he pinched the bridge of his nose before making his way back to his platform.

"just forget it." he dismissed, sighing as he sat in his chair.

"miguel, i-" you were cut off by lyla, who alarmed miguel of a new anomaly on earth-652.

#miguel o’hara x reader #miguel ohara x reader #atsv miguel #miguel x reader #spiderman 2099 #spiderman 2099 x reader #atsv x you #atsv x reader

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thwipsthrown · 2 days ago

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finally wrote a verses page, figured i should make it mobile-friendly too.

REMY ‘GAMBIT’ LEBEAU:

currently only one verse based in a nebulous version of the comics and x-men 97. assumes anna & remy are married to their civilian (but still mutant) third partner, robin. single ship with @hopedefined & @auroradicit.

PETER PARKER:

main verse: earth-1049. mix of tasm 1&2 and insomniac’s spider-man series. substitute teacher & freelance photographer. semi-retired hero. rebuilding the emily-may foundation.

second verse: earth-120703. post tasm 1&2 vanilla + nwh. a substitute teacher and freelance photographer working his way through a phd in science.

HARRY OSBORN:

main verse: earth-120704. tasm 2 au where harry agrees to give peter time to find a cure instead of going goblin. still oscorp’s ceo.

second verse: earth-120703. tasm 2 vanilla. honestly not my preferred verse but i’ll pull it out if need be. mostly cameos/when a villain is needed in a thread.

main verse: earth-199999. oscorp’s heir. got dusted, his mom died hours later. when he came back, he started self-destructing by partying, doing drugs, partying, and sleeping with whoever seemed interested. doing vaguely alright. as far as he’s concerned, his father thinks of him more as a ghost haunting the company – norman mourned him years ago. now he’s a burden he’s supposed to clean up and make his heir. an embarrassment. harry is more than willing to play the part, until he meets gwen stacy and peter parker.

private verse: earth-17. when norman osborn died at the hands of doc ock, his wife morgan osborn took his place as the ceo of oscorp. and when she took control of oscorp, she also took control of the kingpin’s criminal empire. harry, their son, aged fifteen, was immediately inducted into learning the family businesses, and now that he’s out of college, he’s the one in control. in a committed polycule with peter-17 (@localwebslingers), gwen-17, and mj-17 (@dothesaving).

GWEN STACY:

main verse: earth-65. drummer for the mary janes. ghost spider. gwenom. mainly follows the spider-gwen comics + headcanons. a little bit of earth-65B thrown in for funsies and itsv/atsv shenanigans.

second verse: earth-1048. drummer, gymnast, undergrad in biochem and masters in experimental science, oscorp employee. knows all the shady shit oscorp gets up to and may or may not have been subject in a top secret experiment or two. potentially either another spider-person, or a vessel for carnage. it depends on the context.

third verse: earth-120704. tasm 1&2 vanilla, without the fridge. gwen survives the clocktower (either by not falling at all or by peter actually catching her in time – dealer’s choice) and still goes to oxford. set after she gets her degree.

private verse: earth-17. when gwen stacy was fifteen, she started a band with her friends glory grant and betty brant, with her on vocals and drums, betty on bass, and glory on the keys. they named the band the fight and they were a hit at senior prom. after graduation, she admitted to her best friends, harry, peter, and mj, that she had a crush on all of them and formed their polycule. after finally gaining a rhythm guitarist in reformed bully flash thompson, the fight quickly rose to fame and now gwen’s a global superstar who’s frequently on tour. but she never fails to make time for her partners.

#so i got bewitched by another white man // ooc

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luimnigh · 2 years ago

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Im sorry if i just missread your post about spiderverse, but why are you annoyed that they named the universes after the ones in the comics?

Look, the Earth-numbering system exists to give every universe an indentifiable moniker.

This is because every piece of Marvel media exists somewhere in it's multiverse.

The main comics universe is Earth-616. The Ultimate Comics line? That's Earth-1610.

Neil Gaiman's Marvel 1602, where Marvel heroes exist in 1602? That's Earth-311. The world of Mark Millar's Old Man Logan? That's Earth-807128

The 90s Spider-Man animated series? Earth-92131. Tobey Maguire? Earth-96283. Andrew Garfield? Earth-120703. Tom Holland and the MCU? Earth-199999. The Japanese Spider-Man TV Show where he had a giant robot? Earth-51778. Spider-Man: Turn Off The Dark? Earth-11714. Marvel Vs Capcom? Earth-30847.

Our universe, the one in which we all exist? Earth-1218.

Every one of them exists in the Marvel Multiverse. Every one of them a unique number.

All these multiverse stories going around calling their Earth Earth-616 are fucking with a time-honored system. There is a system of categorization in place, and you are screwing it up because you want the famous numbers.

And it's springing up fan speculation on stuff like "separate multiverses", and just- no. There is a system, it has existed since 1983, please don't fuck with it for brand name recognition.

#marvel #asks #domoron

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incorrectnevermoor · 1 year ago

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Unit 919 as SPIDERVERSE CHARACTERS

Archan: Hobie Brown AKA Spider-Punk

Francis: Pavitr Prabhakar AKA Spider-Man India

Morrigan: Gwen Stacy AKA Ghost Spider

Hawthorne: Mayday Parker. You know I’m right. (Or Peter Parker AKA Spider-Man Earth-120703)

Anah: Aunt May. In every universe.

Cadence: Miles Morales AKA Spider-Man [UNIVERSE REDACTED]

Lam: Cassandra Webb AKA Madame Web

Mahir: Insomniac Miles Morales

Thaddea: Ben Reilly AKA Scarlet Spider (Comics ver.)

Bonus:

Ezra: Olivia Octavius AKA Doc Oc

Jupiter: Peter B. Parker AKA Spider-Man OR Cooper Coen AKA Web-Weaver

Jack: Lyla. I am RIGHT.

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theroseceleste · 1 day ago

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Birthday Commission - Toxic Love

@faretheeoscar very kindly did me some adorable artwork for my birthday, so when her birthday came around, I knew I had to write something for her. She gave me a little head canon prompt between her OC, Alexa, and Miguel and it was absolutely so much fun to write!

Minors DNI

Our loveable Spider Society leader is a naughty boy. Enjoys causing problems for Alexa, a spider person who helps out in HQ, and her boyfriend (a version of Peter from a different universe). When the couple fight, he reaps the benefits.

Word count - 3046

Contains - Descriptions of a toxic relationship. Smut - penetrative sex

If you enjoy this work, please consider liking, commenting and re-blogging. Many thanks. xx

(art provided to me by @faretheeoscar but masterfully created by Roy - @ SpicyKfcChicken on Twitter)

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“What’s the point, Alexa?” a hologram of Peter Parker from Earth-120703 yells at his on-off girlfriend, Alexa as she talks to him through her interdimensional watch. Once again, their love for each other is being severely tested by what Alexa thinks is the overzealous ban on travelling around the multiverse administered by Miguel.

Tearful brown eyes stare back at the orange image of Peter, her brows furrowed with frustration and heartache. “No, Peter, we can… we can make this work, I-”

“No! I’m tired of this. The back and forth. The ups and downs - although it’s more downs than ups, at this rate,” Peter retorts angrily, although there’s more pain in his voice than he wants to let on.

Alexa shakes her head furiously, unable to accept that yet again another breakup between them is happening. It’s not fair. None of this is fair.

“Either get that control-freak Miguel to lift that stupid ban, or we’re done. I can’t do this any more,” the hologram vanishes, leaving Alexa in a shocked silence. Her manic gaze searches her private quarters for something to throw with frustrated anger.

Both Alexa and Peter know that Miguel won’t ever lift the ban. So in reality, his own ultimatum will only ever have one painful and upsetting outcome. God, that man makes her so angry. Her fingers clench as she considers wringing Miguel’s neck… That seems like a perfect idea... Why take her frustrations out on an inanimate object when she can do it to the source of her emotional turmoil instead?

All rational thinking has left the building as she storms through HQ with a face like thunder. White and light blue streaks across walkways as she weaves speedily between her countless multiversal counterparts, heading to the lab, where she bets any money that’s where he’ll be.

After ignoring several groups of Peters who wave at her as she passes, she approaches Miguel’s usual hideout.

“Whatcha doin’?” asks a female voice as a little hologram of a woman, positioned like she is lying on her stomach, appears next to Alexa, striding through the long corridor.

“Going to give Miguel a piece of my mind,” the youthful-looking woman growls angrily, fists still clenched. The closer she gets to the lab, more of her body feels tense. Her shoulders are raised and her heart pounds within her chest.

“Oh boy… the usual?” the hologram called Lyla asks as her position changes immediately to standing after the spider person’s answer.

“Yep,” Alexa snaps as she pushes through the door to Miguel’s lab. “Lock the door, Lyla.”

The floating AI salutes and fizzles away before activating the lock on all access points to the lab.

The Spider Society leader, a six-foot-nine-inch man, sits at a desk, working away on a device he has been developing. He sits in silence, so completely fixated on his work that he doesn’t even notice Alexa storming across the vast, cavernous workspace.

As he reaches for a screwdriver, Alexa fires a web at it and yanks it back, causing his large blue and red hand to clasp around nothing but air. The clattering sound of the tool makes him turn his head towards her. He stands up immediately, turning his body to face the Spider Society member.

“Alexa-“

“Shut up,” she growls as she shoves at him, shunting him against his desk, causing everything to wobble upon impact.

Miguel takes a step away before she tries again, hands raised placatingly. “Que pasa?” he manages to blurt out as he dodges another attempt of a shove.

“You know what,” Alexa retorts with a snap. The society leader’s heart pounds with anticipation. He does know, and he can’t wait for what it leads to.

“Chiquita, you know why I can’t lift the-“ he gets shoved again, but he lets it happen while his hands grasp at Alexa’s wrists, however she pulls back before he can.

“Don’t call me that,” she demands as she advances on Miguel again. She’s far too angry for any cute pet names - besides, they’re coming from the wrong man.

Finally, a series of flying fists barrage Miguel as a tearful Alexa finally explodes. Both of her clenched hands strike his broad and well defined chest.

“Lift that ban, or I swear to God I’ll-“

The towering leader’s arms wrap around her tightly, restricting her movements. He turns her so his front is pressed against her back as he leans down and whispers hotly into her ear. “Or you’ll what, chiquita?”

The sensation of his breath caressing the side of her face, mixed in with his proximity and restrictive grip on her, makes her pause and try very hard not to moan.

She hates him for the situation he’s put her in. His actions frustrates her and breaks her heart almost on a day-to-day basis because she can’t see the man she loves. While Miguel’s excuse is mostly valid, she knows there’s another agenda for keeping her close, under his watchful gaze. And once again, she’s fallen into his trap.

His arms snake around her body, holding her diagonally across her chest as well as her stomach. His left hand grips her right shoulder, while his right hand takes her left hip.

As her body moulds against his, she can feel his arousal making its presence known by throbbing against her rear.

Miguel’s hand resting on Alexa’s hip presses her against him more as he starts to grind himself into her. “Mhmm… but chiquita, you always enjoy this bit, don’t you?” he thrusts his hips again and groans into her ear, finally eliciting a moan from her parted lips. “Sí, that’s it, mi amor. Make those pretty noises for me.”

Alexa jabs her elbow into Miguel’s ribs, procuring a grunt to vibrate against her cheek. She can’t lose sight of her purpose for storming into the lab. Not again.

“That’s it. Take your frustrations out on me. I love it when you do. It’s so rewarding for the both of us,” he continues to encourage her, his words punctuated with a few more grinds against the groove of her backside.

What he’s doing doesn’t even make her feel good, but the mere fact that he’s doing it makes her hot - not just under her suit, but under her skin. Her core pulses wildly as she hears yet another deep moan against her ear.

“Tócate por mi,” (touch yourself, for me) he mumbles softly as his hands squeeze her in his grip.

Obediently, her hand slowly goes between her legs, her dainty fingers finding her sensitive bud through her suit. As she runs her digits in tight circles around her clit, she starts to moan louder. Her need increases, but so does her frustration.

“Good girl,” he growls as he grinds, before letting out a sudden grunt. “Ay coño!” his hip movements still for a moment. “This feels so good; I nearly came.”

Alexa whimpers with mounting need before she makes another desperate plea. “Miguel, please lift the ban-“

“No.”

Anger spikes again, momentarily breaking her out of her climbing arousal. In a sudden movement, she spins to face him. “Hijo de puta!” she spits as her seething brown eyes lock onto his red ones.

His arms tighten around her back, sealing her against him. He can feel the anger in her body and can practically taste the venom in the air coming from her beautiful lips.

There is now an unignorable throb against her stomach and an intense heat coming from the prominent bulge under his suit.

“Now, now, chiquita,” he coos as his right hand glides down her left ass cheek before gripping the underside of her hamstring and pulling her leg up so it hitches over his right hip. With a gentle lift, he has her pinned against his body, and her legs wrapped around his waist. And now the hypnotic throbbing is pressed against her entrance, but separated from one another by his and her suits.

“That’s better, mi amor,” he continues with a soft voice, edging between soothing and teasing.

Her expression is still etched with anger, but it’s slowly slipping away with his charm and the use of his body.

“Do you have anything else to get off your chest?” he asks as his large hand squeezes under her leg again, the tips of his fingers teasing the sensitive flesh of her thighs. “Or shall we both skip to the bit you know you enjoy?”

She slaps him across the cheek; not too hard, but enough to make his head jolt to the side as a grunt escapes his throat. His red eyes lock back onto Alexa as he bites his lower lip, displaying the tip of a fang. “You’re getting feistier… but I deserved that,” he grins.

Alexa lunges forward and wraps her arms around his neck. Her lips crash into his in a passionate and anger-fuelled kiss. Air hisses through their noses as the pair of them kiss, nip and suck on each other’s lips.

The hand that struck Miguel’s face slides into his hair, gripping it tightly as he does the same to her.

His actions are passionate and possessive while hers feel like she still has some anger to vent out of her system. She kisses harder - her bites are sharper and her grip is tighter, but he can take it. In fact, he likes it and welcomes it.

Miguel begins his grinding again, this time his efforts will directly contribute to making her feel good and most likely take her mind off Peter temporarily. He smiles proudly against her lips knowing her ban on travelling to Earth-120703 means Peter doesn’t get any action with his girlfriend, while Miguel gets it all. It’s glorious, satisfying and downright pleasurable.

Needy moans start to enter Miguel’s mouth, coming from Alexa’s lips. His grinding mixing in with their heated kiss is increasingly turning her on and driving her wild. She hates him, but it feels so good taking her frustrations out on him during passionate, verging on angry sex.

His left hand starts to unzip the back of her suit. All this teasing and her pent-up energy is making him impatient for her. He has been hoping Alexa and Peter would have another falling out as he has been desiring to fill her and feel her tight walls stretching around him once again.

The zip travels lower down her back, exposing her beautiful skin to his fleeting touches as he pulls it even further. She shivers in his grip and goosebumps rise on her flesh.

Their passionate kiss has not stopped for one second since it started. Her arms come free from the suit, followed by her gorgeously plump breasts that he can never get enough of.

Reluctantly, he gestures for her to release her grip on him with her legs in order to get the rest of the suit off. He often considers giving her a coded suit like his so it can fade away with ease and they can get down to business much quicker.

Finally that suit is off, and she’s back in his arms again. He carries her to the desk he was working on, and sits down on the chair with her on his lap.

His suit dissolves away, revealing his mouth-wateringly toned body and allowing them to feel each other’s skin properly, producing a moan from both of them.

Alexa gazes down at him, her chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. Her legs straddle his lap as she watches him run his fist up and down his hardened shaft.

It’s sad that she knows Miguel’s body far more intimately than Peter’s. But she knows the sex she has with him is fulfilling.

“Ride me, chiquita. Ride me until you’re all spent,” he whispers, encouraging her to take her place over his cock.

Leaning further back in his chair, he slides his hips further forward, making it easier for her to get into position.

Long, tanned fingers reach upwards to tease her sensitive folds and to test them. She’s certainly ready as the tips of his fingers practically slide into her entrance. He loves how wet she gets for him.

Gazing up at her, he smirks as he watches her bite her lip at his touch between her legs. Her hands resting on his broad shoulders squeeze his muscles as she feels another wave of arousal drench his fingers.

“So wet… So ready for me…” he murmurs as he pulls his digits out and uses her arousal to coat his member, before directing her hips right above it. “Go on. Work out some of your frustration on that cock, chiquita.”

Oh, how she’d love to wipe that smirk off his face. Ride him hard until he begs her to stop, or the chair breaks. The thought of seeing him whimper as she rises and falls on him makes her even wetter.

With the help of his hands, he guides her down onto him. Her arousal ensures he glides in easily. Her breath hitches, which is a sight and sound he always loves to witness. Her body’s initial reaction to him invading her will never get old.

As he’s enjoying her sinking down onto him, she takes him by surprise by stopping, rising up until the tip nearly pops out of her heat, and then comes crashing down, burying him to the hilt.

“FUCK!” he shouts and grips the sides of his chair.

Alexa’s face was full of determination to ride him within an inch of his life. Her anger is still evident and desperate to be released before she goes insane.

The sound of skin slapping skin fills the air, mixing in with her moans and his grunts.

He fills her completely, making her begin to wonder how Peter would compare. But the thought hurts too much. To forget her on-off boyfriend temporarily, she rides harder and faster.

Large hands easily cup her breasts as he watches the sexy display before him. She has never bounced on his cock like this before, but he hopes she’ll do it again. He loves how hard and fast she’s going, and hearing her enjoy the way she’s riding him is pure perfection.

Miguel’s fingers pinch her nipples to see how she’ll react. She groans and tips her head back as she drops down on him harder. Then, he introduces a rolling motion between his fingers and thumbs which melts her even more.

The longer this continues, he notices her noises are sounding softer. All of her aggression is leaving her and she’s now simply riding him out of enjoyment. He feels slightly relieved as for a brief moment he thought he heard unhealthy creaking sounds coming from his chair.

To add to her pleasure, he releases one breast and brings his thumb to her clit as she continues to bounce on him. The pad of his digit runs tight and warm circles around it, making her moan more desperately as they both feel her tightening up inside.

“Come for me, chiquita. Let it all go for me,” he encourages her, feeling excited to experience her clenching on his member.

It doesn’t take much convincing for her to unravel. The entire lab fills with her squeals as she climaxes hard all over his cock. She clenched and pulses around his thick length filling her to capacity.

He pulls her close, her glistening, slightly sweaty skin sticks to his, emphasising just how hard she worked for that delightful orgasm. “Good girl,” he praises her as he strokes her curly brown hair. “Now it’s my turn,” he growls as he stands, lifting her up with him.

Miguel cradles her effortlessly with one arm as he swipes everything he was working on earlier off his desk, sending everything crashing to the floor. In his haste, he places her down unceremoniously on the table. He hears a slight “ooof” as she thuds against it.

A charming smile but laced with a bit of danger crosses his face as he enters her suddenly.

“M-Miguel!” Alexa squeals as she arches her back against the cold hard surface.

He smirks as he slams into her in a punishing rhythm, the desk now creaking unhealthily under his efforts. “Time to vent my frustrations, now,” he grunts as he thrusts harder. His hands grab the back of Alexa’s knees and push them as far back as he can.

“When will you realise that no matter how much you ask- Ffuuuck…” he groans with mounting pleasure. “The answer will always be no. Hmmmm…” Miguel screws his eyes shut as he bares his fangs.

Anger spikes in Alexa once more, but the near orgasmic look on his face distracts her.

“Why don’t you just accept that and have me all. The. Time. Instead?” Each word is punctuated with hard, punishing thrusts which meet with her howls.

“Tócate por mi, chiquita,” (touch yourself for me) he orders her, hoping to get one more climax out of her before he is done.

While one hand grips onto the edge of the table, her other hand makes its way to her sensitive bud. Miguel watches in delight as she obeys his command.

“Good girl,” he coos as he spreads her legs wider. “Fuck, you’re so tight!”

Another tightening sensation builds within her as she continues to touch herself and feel the head of his cock tease her g-spot. Her mewls become desperate as she gets closer and closer.

“That’s it, chiquita. Release everything you’ve got,” he growls as he nears his climax.

Alexa’s body writhes uncontrollably as she comes undone for the second time. Her screams and her body’s reaction to her orgasm generates a grin full of pride on his face.

“Sí, sí…” he grunts. “That’s it. Only I can give you the pleasure you need. You don’t need anyone else, mi amor!” Miguel’s body tenses at the end of his sentence as he explodes inside her. His seed spilling from his slit and filling her insides. “Fuck!”

He leans over her and rests his weight on his arms on either side. “You can either continue with your delusion that you and Peter can be together,” he pauses to catch his breath and nuzzle his sweaty face into hers. “Or you accept the truth and have me whenever, wherever you desire.”

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eideticspider · 1 year ago

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@wallcravvler asked: “I’m so proud of you, you know that?”

{✗} She turns her head so he can't see her eyes well up with TEARS. Saving the day was never about accolades or REWARDS--it was about protecting the people, all people. She didn't do it to get congratulations or a DESIGNER handbag--she did it because it was right.

That didn't mean hearing those particular words from Peter made her feel anything less than WARM.

Cindy was quiet for a moment, letting the rain bounce off of her hair before she threw her arms around Peter's neck, hugging him tight. Her body shakes, but she makes no sound, simply relishing in the warmth of the embrace.

"Thank you," she breathed out. "I...I'm so afraid to FAIL at this...I..." She sniffles and wipes her eyes with the back of her hand before shaking her head, her head hanging low. "I didn't realize how NICE it was to hear someone say that."

#wallcravvler #;itsy bitsy {peter parker}#;asks #;answered #;meme replies #;amazing right? {earth 120703}

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rappaccini · 2 days ago

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... i haven't done any gwen meta in a minute and i miss her so i'm gonna wax about her living situation and the stacy family dynamic for a bit. sourced from the gwenmap.

tl;dr: gwen's dad is well-intentioned but flawed and her mom sucks but a divorce, an affair and being a deadbeat would have saved her. the stacy women are stuck in an intergenerational curse that earth-8 continues.

fresh-out-the-womb gwen stacy:

is born into a white, most likely catholic middle-class home in new york city.

her mother, helen vogel, is the daughter of a german-american police captain who dabbled in the arts and counterculture when she was younger, but essentially became her mother, married a version of her father and went on to be a housewife or work in corporate. gwen greatly resembles her physically and in terms of her treatment by the narrative.

her father is george stacy, an irish-american police captain who was raised working class, briefly in a gang, and joined the poverty-to-cop pipeline thanks to his relationship with helen (... and probably owes a lot of his status as captain to his father-in-law). much of gwen's personality comes from him.

so no matter what, gwen starts life in a comfortable but not wealthy setting, with one parent who remembers what it was like to be poor and another who was raised by a cop to continue the family tradition of enforcing the status quo. both believe in bootstrapping your way up and left the more subversive beliefs of their youth behind for middle-class conservative stability.

that is gwen's starting point.

gwen's father:

he never remarries or dates after her mom dies or leaves. so he was totally devoted to her.

(... unfortunately this means that if gwen's mother goes out for cigarettes and gwen starts lashing out, he feeds into it because his anger at his wife is being projected onto his daughter.)

he often dies, but it isn't always due to spider-man; even in continuities where spider-man never existed, george often dies, like 21798. after all, he's a police captain. it's an inherently dangerous profession.

every time he dies, no matter how bad their relationship is, it severely alters gwen. she usually becomes erratic, violent and paranoid (the two exceptions being when she has her mother and brothers and clarity about his death from peter (120703)... and when gwen's a full adult and a psychiatrist who's literally trained to handle erratic personalities (21798) and therefore far more capable of handling her grief. his death always fundamentally changes gwen's view of the world.

he takes his job as a police officer very seriously. he makes a lot of problematic judgment calls, but he cares a lot about doing the job right. not that that excuses those calls.

politically speaking, he and her mother always contrast. when her mother dies young, he’s the conservative and she’s the liberal. when her mother dies when gwen is a teen, their positions are reversed. this suggests that helen’s death hardens george… and that the longer she’s married to him the more closed-off she becomes.

he is responsible for gwen's sense of justice, analytical personality, and trust in systems of power. every variant of gwen who grows up with him is let in on his case files and grows up knowing police procedures.

he is responsible for gwen's negative view of vigilantes, and prejudice against spider-man. whenever gwen has a good relationship with her father, she tends to hate spider-,an. whenever gwen's on the outs with her dad, her fondness for spider-man goes up. multiple times, gwen waits to become a vigilante until after he dies.

gwen adores her father and wants his approval badly. hence, many gwens not wanting to be a vigilante because it would disappoint him (or concealing that side of herself from him), and 616 insisting on her boyfriend winning his respect. and when gwen's angry with him, she tends to be deeply unhappy, because she inherently doesn't want to be.

gwen is comfortable coming to her father for emotional support, and he's generally good at giving her advice. 65 gwen's rock becomes her father once he knows she's ghost-spider/spider-woman, and his death destabilizes her so much because she suddenly doesn't have that confidante/mentor anymore.

george wants gwen to be happy and safe more than he wants her to be successful or cares about his own career. when he's a single parent from the jump, he always moves gwen to forest hills for a quieter childhood, spends a lot of quality time with her introducing her to his favorite movies and tv shows, and enrolls her in a public high school where she does well but isn't pressured to excel. he doesn't pressure her to look a certain way either.

he even transfers to a completely different state when gwen goes to university outside of new york just to stay near her.

he makes sure gwen grows up around his cop pals, which is probably to protect her in case something happens to him. he's trying to give her some uncles. it doesn't work. they're usually inept or actively bad for her, like sam bullit.

unfortunately he does not teach her how dating works.

gwen deeply loves and respects her father and is very protective of him.

gwen's mother:

is responsible for gwen's conventionally feminine gender presentation, her status as a popular star student, her drive to succeed, her ambition... and her classism, subtle bigotry and internalized compulsive heterosexuality. even when gwen's trans, she's still trying to be a straight girl. it's probably because of her mom.

(5/6 continuities where gwen's mom isn't in her life from birth are continuities where gwen's subtly or loudly queercoded. compare this to just 2/11 of the ones where gwen grows up with her mom. gwen's issues with her sexual orientation stem from her mother.)

has a habit of treating her family members like improvement projects: she did it to george to make him marriageable and therefore able to enter the middle class, she did it to gwen to set her up for a job or marriage that would've launched her into the upper class.

gwen looks exactly like her. same face, hair, eyes, body. they are doppelgangers physically. and in terms of their fates: to marry a more important man who they don't love as much as he loves her, (have kids she doesn't love,) die young and be largely remembered as the wife or mother of a more important character with her many many flaws glossed over or forgotten.

that quote about how father and daughter like to mock mother, but this doesn't spare daughter from mother's fate? that. that is the stacy family dynamic.

she might have even been a pageant mom: gwen's first introduction in 616 describes her as standard high's beauty queen. other people bring this up, but not gwen. it's not a part of her life the way modeling is for mj (gwen's a model twice: in 50101/spider-man india and in its inspiration, the raimi movies/96283. even then, gwen still attends college as a science major, so it's more a side hustle than a career); it's something gwen isn't passionate about and doesn't want to discuss. so it's something that was probably done to her instead of something she did.

she usually dies. most often due to cancer.

sometimes abandons the family, because it turns out she's been having an affair, dips to start a second family in chicago, and tells gwen before she leaves that she never loved her, doesn't return for her daughter when she starts acting out and self-harming, refuses to take her in even after her dad dies and won't even claim her body when she's murdered.

much like gwen-8, divorce, an affair and abandoning her child would have saved helen.

another reason to hate earth 8 and gwiles just spawned, because this is essentially a world where gwen becomes her shitty mom: she's a cop's daughter, and an artist, who gives up her counterculture values and creative passion for a stable marriage to another formerly subversive person who she shapes into a protector of the status quo (and would never have been with if he hadn't agreed to become that for her), who she doesn't love nearly as much as he loves her, and she has children by him that she doesn't particularly want and isn't emotionally available to. and eventually, she's so sick of it that she peaces out (... or in the case of spider-man reign, dies horribly to make them sad). gwen-617 described it as a toxic cycle and she's right on a meta and personal level. it's spider-gwen succumbing to the gwen stacy death curse, and gwen stacy succumbing to an intergenerational curse that also took her mother (and probably her grandmother too, since she also married a cop and raised helen). these are women who are fundamentally not meant for marriage or motherhood, but bow to societal pressure and go through with it anyway, and cope by taking out their frustration on themselves and their children instead of leaving.

if she lives long enough to be in gwen's life, she's a mostly negative presence and though gwen's distraught when she dies, a short while after, gwen never brings her up again but continues to demonstrate behavior that her mother instilled in her, suggesting she still feels a need to gain her approval. if she abandons the family, gwen utterly abandons the preppy good student persona and dives into being a punk, suggesting that she's acting out as a way to both express herself in a way she was never allowed to... and to lure her mother back. which doesn't work.

... @ the migwen shippers, gwen doesn't have daddy issues. she has mommy issues.

gwen's status as an only child

is likely a big source of her lack of empathy and selfish qualities, because she's used to being the center of attention-- especially when her mother's around.

the one time gwen's empathetic, easygoing and patient in high school with her mom in the picture (120703) is when she has siblings. she probably owes that to being a big sister.

1610 gwen's disastrous decision to start a romantic relationship with her foster brother is triggered by realizing her mother replaced her with new children with her new husband.

so gwen either has only daughter of a show mom trauma, or eldest daughter trauma.

having more children would have probably saved gwen's mom's life, because the extra doctor's visits could've caught her cancer early enough to stop it. even in 1610, helen remains alive... and not so coincidentally has more children. same principle.

this in turn leads to the family being the wealthiest they've ever been, because helen's alive and healthy enough to contribute a second income.

having more kids with george may have saved gwen's parents' marriage because helen was probably too busy to cheat. and in 1610, the short timespan between helen leaving george and having children with her new lover suggests she left because she found out she was pregnant. so helen stays with her man for the kids. (... which is a behavior gwen-8 emulates.) very catholic of her.

having siblings also leads to her mother having less time and fewer resources to spend on her... meaning when she abandons the stacys she'll never return to them, and when she has the children with george, gwen can't get into standard. that's why this is the one time she ends up at midtown with mom around. going to a cheaper public school she's too smart for is punching below her weight class so she can score the top spot and be valedictorian. that plus her oscorp internship probably got her to oxford.

this also means gwen 120703 reaps the rewards of the good study habits and social graces her mother instilled in her, but is less status-driven and has the freedom to develop her own opinions, like 'spider-man is good' and 'i'll date the skater nerd instead of the footballer.' this means she's interested in peter sooner than she usually is, able to make him comfortable enough with her to tell her the truth, and is eager to help him. and that she develops a willingness to question authority, break the rules, and protect people in spite of her family.

essentially, gwen grows up in a close-knit and loving but strict and highly demanding family environment with a father she has a deeply healthy relationship with, and a mother she... does not. her politics are capable of evolving in defiance of her family's expectations, but typically do not do so until her mother abandons the family, she's in university, or her younger siblings take some of the spotlight off her, giving gwen room to develop her own opinions, encounter people who cause her to grow in empathy, and creating scenarios for her to have to question her initial belief system.

#spider gwen meta #gwen stacy 616 #tasm

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cemeteryspider · 9 months ago

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Silken Bonds of Alternate Realities

Civilian! Peter Parker x Spider-person! Reader

Kind of TASM! Peter Parker x Spider-person! Reader

Past Civilian! Gwen Stacy x Spider-person! Reader

Past Civilian! Peter Parker x Civilian! Gwen Stacy

In Another Universe TASM! Peter Parker x Civilian! Reader

I'm thinking your suit kinda looks like Gwen's from Into the Spider-Verse but nothing explicitly is mentioned about colors or aspects of the suit. Also reader is mentioned to be bisexual.

Summary: What happens when you're thrust into Earth-616's action with a familiar face.

Word Count: 678

My day started normal enough, but by the end I was fighting Molten Man in a building engulfed in flame.

The crumbling building made my throat tighten and constrict. Fortunately, one of Stephen Strange's portals appeared before me. I swiftly launched myself through it, hoping someone else could subdue Molten Man while I recovered.

"Thanks, Strange, I thought I was done for"

Then when I looked up to two kids around my age standing and staring at me.

"Ned, I said think of Spider-Man, not bring a cosplayer here?"

Confused, I turned back, but the portal had closed, leaving me in a room with two strangers.

~~~

Somewhere, across the multiverse...

Peter watched as the unstable building finally came down on itself. The interior structure completely destroyed. Still there was no sign of of his favorite Spider anywhere.

He quickly snapped a few photos for the Daily Bugle and circled the collapsed building, desperate to find any sign of his lover making it out. But hope seemed elusive.

~~~

Back on Earth-616...

"You've got to send me back home, Ned. Peter's going to be worried sick"

After introductions and two failed attempts to find this universe's Peter Parker, the situation felt increasingly hopeless.

"I think we have bigger problems here then that" MJ was frustrated, but you couldn't handle the rude remarks a second longer.

"Fine, then I'll figure it out myself." Before I could storm out, the Spider-Man closest to me grabbed my hand and spun me back around.

"That's not a good idea. Let's all calm down and figure out a solution that helps everyone." He slipped off his mask, revealing a face exactly like my Peter's.

"Peter?" Silently slipping your mask off to stare directly into his brown eyes.

"Y/n?"

~~~

On Earth-120703...

Someone who looks exactly like you is fast asleep in bed curled up in their Peter Parker's hoodie.

~~~

Back on Earth-616...

After a confusing conversation and much back-and-forth, Peter-3 and I finally understood each other.

Instead of me getting bitten at Oscorp, Peter Parker was. We barely knew each other at the time, exchanging small waves and smiles in the hallway. In both universes, our lover, Gwen Stacey, fell to her death. We were there to pick up each other's broken pieces.

As we worked together to cure the Lizard, the similarities between us were mind-boggling—reaching for the same things, laughing at familiar jokes.

Both of the other Spider-Men smiled at the wholesome interaction.

~~~

After an amazing battle on the scaffolding of the Statue of Liberty's reconstruction, everything seemed well until MJ fell off the side.

Putting years of trauma aside, Peter and I both jumped to save her. I caught her with a web, and Peter caught her to swing her to safety. A tearful moment passed between Peter and MJ before she hugged me as well.

Staring at each other, I jumped into Peter's arms, understanding the second chance we were given. We could practically feel Gwen hugging us both.

~~~

"I guess this is goodbye, Y/n," Peter-3 said, already disappearing to return to his home.

"We should do this again sometime."

"I would like that."

"Go home, Bugboy." He smiled as he faded away into his own universe, and I into mine.

~~~

On Earth-120703...

Swinging through the streets of New York with the Autumn air rushing past him he finally swung onto the fire escape of your shared apartment.

You stirred as he made his way into bed and held you close.

"Welcome home Bugboy"

~~~

In my universe...

I stood in the cool ashes of the once-standing building, then sprang into action, looking for Peter Parker.

Finding him writing furiously on a bench in the quiet part of Central Park, I walked up and sat down.

"So, what's up?"

He looked up from his notes with a shocked expression. Quickly, his brows furrowed, and he started lecturing me about letting him know I was safe and how the police told him to wait 24 hours before filing a report.

I kissed his lips gently, relaxing his features.

"I missed you too."

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