#Peter Benjamin Parker what are you doing

[fiepige]

Have some more GIFs of Noir and Hobie doing vaguely similar gestures!

This time: Noir and Hobie shrugging ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (Click here for PART 1 and PART 2)

[gl1tch-whaa]

lil HC i have been thinking of including noir and hobie with lesbian cats

first of all, I HC both Hobie and Noir have cats

Noir I think canonily has a cat named Ding Ding-

But anywayysss

Imagine if like- Hobie brought his cat from his boat to meet Ding Ding in Noir's Earth, and it took a bit for the two cats to get along but they slowly became fucking silly lil lesbian cats

Imagine how cute that would be, gay noir and Hobie in love and their lesbian cats also in love thoo <33

[foolsocracy]

we need to send a copy of mary doria russell’s The Sparrow to 1933 so we can further muddle peters feelings about god

[kombuuuu]

Hello✋🏾! If I could request a Peter b parker x wife!reader where they have twins (including mayday) during the events of the movie?

No.1 Dad!

“Baby, Please. It’s a canon thing!”

“They’re toddlers!”

PeterBParker x Wife!Reader + little ones :]

light angst and a chase scene. ending is mostly comforting daddy parker

(it’s not sad i jus ❤️ this gif)

(Benjy is a canon named Kid of Peter B Parker’s in the Comics!)

“Peter Benjamin Parker.”

“Oh shit.”

The father of two grimaced at the room full of spidey people. The voice of his wife sounding through the phone and into the echoing room.

“Tell me, why the fuck-“ Peter dragged a worried hand down his face. Miles snickering next to Hobie in the background. “—I woke up, to not only my *husband missing from my bed.” He sucked in a breath, glancing over at Miguel. Stood unimpressed with two spider-children climbing all over him and his platform. “But my two toddlers *lost from their damn cribs.” “Baby, I can explain.” He focused back on the phone, crowding over it like it would help conceal the conversation at all.

“You are in so much shit when you get home, young man.”

“I’m older than you by four years!”

“Watch your tone with me, Mister.”

He groaned, huffing and pouting into the phone while you continued to scold him before Miguel interrupted.

“Good morning, [name]. Hope you slept well.” His monotoned voice drawled out while picking the children off his clothes like bugs, and putting them back on Peter.

“Leave my wife alone.”

“Oh my god, please go somewhere private for this conversation.” Miguel rubbed between his eyes, his favourite thing to do apparently.

Your voice spoke back over him. “I don’t need privacy, I need my damn— Oh! Found it.”

“Baby, what are you—“ The connection cut off midway through his sentence, causing him to huff before realising; “Hey! That got me out of it!”

He straightened his posture, collecting his kids, Mayday and Benjy. And stuffing them into their baby carriers, carefully threading their limbs through each limb-window, as he called it.

A sparkle of warm tones caught his eye, circling from nothing into a fully developed portal.

“Oh, I should’ve known.”

“I seem to be making you say ‘Oh’ a lot.”

“You should’a heard you last night.”

“Peter!” He laughed as he watched you make your way over to him, giving Miguel a courteous nod and Miles a questioning glance. You looked so beautiful. An angel to him, the love of his life. He was so lucky to have you. And the little family you had created for yourselves. All the baby-stealing and stupid pictures aside, you were beyond enamoured with him as well.

“You’re lucky I still have this old thing, Parker. Or you wouldn’t have wanted to come home.

Despite the obvious threat, the only thing he could focus on was “come home”. A sentiment that was single to just your home, or just his home. But it was home. For a family, his family.

The admiration was broken when you pinched his nose. “Ow!”

“Shouldn’t have taken my kids.”

“Our kids!”

“Yeah whatever.”

You turned to Miguel, scanning the room and being very unsurprised at the amount of spider people here. If it was something important, Miguel loved a show. “What’s going on?”

“I’m… explaining something.”

“Uhuh.” you blinked at him slowly, unbelieving.

“Stop talking to my wife.” peter cut in.

“The fate of the multiverse is at stake, [name].-“ He threw his hands up, then gestures aggressively towards the kid next to Hobie.

“It’s his father, or an entire universe!”

“She’s not into you weirdo, back off.”

“Uhuh. And how old is the kid?”

He had the gall to look ashamed. Mayday babbled behind you. Giggling excitedly once she and Benjy had lost interest in whatever they were messing with on Peters suit. “Oh, come here baby.”

“How come I didn’t get that?”

Peter pouted over at you, rocking Benji gently, who was still half asleep.

You turned back around with your kid around your hip, addressing the kid near the centre of the room. “Hey uh—.”

“Miles!” He perked up, shyly waving at you.

“Oh, Miles! Peter talks so much about you.”

“No, I don’t.”

“He even named our dog after you!”

“No, I didn’t!”

“It’s so lovely to finally meet you.” You smiled at Miles whilst he smiled back, happy to know Peter thought of him as much as he did Peter.

“You too, Mrs.Parker!”

“Don’t listen to this lady, she’s crazy and a psychopath!”

Peter stepped into place beside you, shaking his one un-baby-occupied hand in the air wildly.

“She’s off her meds!”

“Peter.”

He grumbled and stuck his tongue out. Blowing a raspberry, which Mayday happily replicated. You put the tip of your finger on Maydays tongue, pushing it back into her mouth. “Don’t do that, germs.”

turning away from peter, you kissed her cheek in apology, whispering “It’s not you, it’s him.” In her tiny ear.

You propped your free hand on your hip, looking up at Miguel on his platform.

He looked away. Hand settling below his chin as he closed his eyes and sighed.

“There’s that contemplative expression again.”

“Why is he always contemplating, nothing’s that serious.”

“I dunno.” Peter shrugged. He crept up close to you, putting his arm around you waist and leaning down to smell your perfume.

“I like that one.”

You smiled, tilting your head back to look at him, “I know,”.

Miguel continued on with his explanation, showing miles the different Canon events. Showing him Peters, Gwen’s, yours. When Miles seems to suddenly realise something.

“The Spot does it.” His hands shake alongside his voice, Peter glances over to you in worry, but ultimately focuses back on Miles. “He kills ‘im.” The boys shoulders drop in defeat.

“When does it happen.”

Miguel looks away, shaking his head and wincing.

Miles turns to the small group surrounding him, helpless.

“When does it happen?!”

“In two days,” Miles whips back towards him. “When he’s sworn in.”

“That’s- what the model says.”

“I’ sorry Miles-“

“Send me home.”

“I can’t do that, not now.”

Gwen winces and squeezes her eyes shut. Body stuff and unmoving.

“What am I supposed to do then? Let him die?!”

Miguel pauses. And doesn’t relent.

Miles’s face contorts for a second before he turns, gesturing vaguely at Gwen.

“What about your dad? He’s a captain, right?”

She just sighs, “Yeah.”

“Wh- And that’s it! You guys aren’t even gonna do anything about it?!”

Gwen looks down, ashamed.

Mayday grabs hold of your finger. Noting the serious tones of the situation, she stays quiet. He scoffs and turns to Peter.

“Okay what about Uncle Ben? That’d been okay? If you knew and you just—,” he stuttered, “Let it play out?!”

Peter stepped forward, putting a reassuring hand on his students shoulder. “If not for uncle ben, most of us wouldn’t be here Miles.”

He pauses to look at the webbed window of his Ben.

“The good we did it-,” he breathes, “It wouldn’t have been done.”

You harden your gaze over your husband. He doesn’t look at you.

Miles nods, “So we’re just’ supposed to let people die because some algorithm—!” he hits Peters hand of his shoulder and starts towards Miguel again. “Woah, woah.” Lyla interjected. “—Says that that’s supposed to happen?!”

He swings his arms in annoyance, in *fear.

This is a *kid.

“You realise how messed up that sounds, right?”

With a better moral code than most in this room.

“You have a choice between saving one person—“ The slow approach of other spider people filled out the fog coating the room. “—And saving an entire world, every world!” Miguel points at him, hand on hip.

“I can do both!” He tries,

“Spiderman always-,”

“Not always.”

Miles looks to Peter, seeking back up. Peters face twists something sorry, and Miles’s flashes of hurt.

Benji starts to wake up, cooing softly at his dad.

Miguel’s hand gently turns the boy back around, this isn’t looking good.

You glance at Hobie, seeing the apprehension in his posture as he meets your gaze.

He glanced down at Mayday in question, you reassure him with a nod. If it comes to it, you’ll put her in peters baby carrier for safety. He nods back.

“Miles, we all want to lead the life we wish we had.” When Miles shrugs him off he raises his hands.

“Believe me, I’ve tried.”His hands slowly lowered. Miles’ breathing got heavier.

“And the harder I tried, the more damage I did.”

“You can’t have it all, kid.”

Miles looked around in panic, noticing the faces creeping up on him. He makes eye contact with you, and you try and signal your support.

If you run, I’ll run too.

“Being Spiderman is a sacrifice. That’s the job, that’s what you signed up for.”

A robotic voice caught your attention as a large suit approached the outer circle.

“Miles.” The faceplate opened.

“Penny?”

He put up his defences once more.

“What is this?” He yelled, the force of his words drawing an immediate attention. “Is this an intervention or something?”

“We know it’s hard, but it’s the truth, Miles.”

You glare at the faces around you, Adjusting Mayday on your hip and keeping an eye out for your two boys.

Miles and Benji.

Peter will be dealt with later.

Miles stumbles back, righting his foot and turning to Peter.

“Is that why you’re here? To—“

he clenched his fist, “To let me down easy?”

You watch your lover closely, the look on his face telling you all you need to know, and apparently same goes for Miles.

“It worked last time, why not run it back huh?” his voice was raising, Benji getting uncomfortable at the tone.

“Woah- hey, hold on. Hold on!” He raised his hand in a placating matter, trying to tune Miles down.

“You were right, Gwen.”

You glanced up at her, his venomed whisper doing its intended purpose, hurt.

“You should have never come to see me.”

Peter slowly approached Miles, bending down to his height like a person to a stray dog.

“Kid, look at me-“ “Stop callin’ me that.”

“There you go.” You sent Hobie a huff of appraise.

“Hobie, you’re not helping.”

“Good.”

Miles gratefully nodded at him.

“Miles, please understand-“ Peter tried.

“Peter.” Your stern voice interrupted him, and he shut down his attempt.

“You can’t ask me not to save my father.”

“I’m not asking.”

You glared at Miguel, only noticing the barrier a little too late. It opened under Miles, trapping him within when the inner circle started to protest.

“Miguel just give him a second! Please!”

“Dont! Stop it.”

“You let him leave, he’ll only do more damage.”

Gwen intervened, “Enough!”

You rushed towards the barrier with Mayday, her reaching for the barrier in confusion. You can’t help him out of this, you don’t know how.

“Miguel, let him out! He’s a kid.” You raised your voice. Weaponising your authority.

“Miguel this is too far.”

“[Name], it’ll only hold him few days.” He turned around to walk away.

Miles was panicking, banging on the barriers walls and spinning to try and find a weak point. His eyes caught onto Hobie. Doing nothing but holding his palms out, and giving him an earnest look. “Sorry it had to end like this, kid.”

“I said—“ Miles placed his hands flat on the barrier, right above his head. Palms out, You backed up shielding Mayday and dragging Peter to turn around and using him as a body block for Benji.

“—Not-“ The barriers begun to crack, shatter like glass.

“—To call me that!” A wave of energy pushed everyone down as the barrier broke, exploding in a mess of bright colours.

You heard Hobie chuckle, and looked up at Miles in amazement. A second where he caught your eye, he darted. Running straight for the exit.

“Miles!” Miguel screeched.

You stuffed Mayday in her carrier in record time and blew them a kiss as you pounced from your position to catch up with Miles.

Unbeknownst to you, Your husband, along with every other spider person, would follow. Except Hobie.

“Just for the record, I quit.”

—

You had found Miles being interrogated by your lover, him holding up your two children like bribing toys.

“C’mon- just hold ‘em!”

“I don’t want to do that.”

Miles manoeuvred slyly through all the cranks and pipes, your Spidey following swiftly behind him. “Just one hold! It’s rejuvenating!”

“I’m plenty juvenated!” Miles retorted.

You were going to interrupt when you lagged behind a bit, getting stuck on a moving pipe.

When you finally freed yourself, you stumbled into a cute moment between the two.

“I wanted them to be like you!”

He stared at your husband, vulnerable and scared, the beginnings of a smile creeping onto his face.

Mayday and Benji bickered with each other in his hold.

Peters watch suddenly lit up.

“Okay, Peter I’ve got your location.”

Their faces dropped, betrayal raw on the young boys.

“No, no. You do not have my location!”

Him peeling open the crate to the industrial fans, and slipping in. You using your webs to sling in after him and pull the crate shut behind you. Catching Peters fleeting glance before what seemed twenty different spider people broke through the crate, smashing through fans.

You followed miles swiftly, through the busses and over cartops. Using your webs to keep up with him. He wasn’t bad, for someone so young.

“I’m a great mentor!”

You huffed at Peters distant offended tone. “Sure, baby.” You muttered.

You hooked around a building, watching as Miles cut himself off from Gwen. Her hand reaching out for him as he fell. Your spidey senses caught your attentions, tingling in the forefront of your mind. You zeroed in on Miles and watched as he aimed for the train. It hadn’t looked like anyone else had caught on yet. Still scrambling to get to him, instead of trying to cut him off.

—

Miguel had the kid by the throat. Slamming him against the train doors and dragging his body up with him. You watched in fear as he spoke to the boy.

“You’re a mistake!”

You screamed at him from your position below, begging for him to just let the kid go. Miles caught you gaze. You fought against the wind, trying hard to get to him, and keeping an eye on Peter and your babies.

“If you hadn’t been bit-!” Miguel slammed his back again. You winced. “Your Peter Parker would have lived!”

Miles struggled against him, trying to push off the claws attacking him. “Instead he died- Saving you.”

“He would have stopped the collider before it went off. Spot wouldn’t exist-“ “Peter!” “-And none of this, would have happened.”

The three of you climbed to get to them. You grabbed Benji off peter, Cradling him in your arms as the winds were getting too rough.

Miguel slammed him back again, crowding over the small boy and growling his words.

“And all this time— I have been the only one holding all this together.”

“Miguel go easy on him!” Peter called down from his spot behind you, he sounded devastated, your heart broke for him. You knew how much he loved Miles, thinking of him almost like his first son. Your husband would bring him up so often, wondering what he was doing when he could see through the Spidey-Windows Miguel would (angrily) provide.

He always stressed when Miles had to figure out things himself, saying things like “Just give me a day with him, we’ll figure it out!” “He’s a kid Miguel. Wouldn’t you have wanted a mentor back then?” “I’m a great mentor.” “You just don’t see my brilliance.”

Benji babbled in your arms and you cooed back at him, spider beanie pulled snug over his face. Huh, he was pretty rejuvenating.

Miguel leaned closer, growling words of disgust to the kid.

“Let me go!” Miles struggled against him. A choked sound came from Peter, and when you looked back at him you swore you could see his eyes shine with unshed tears.

“Miguel that’s enough!” Gwen shouted.

“This isn’t what we talked about!”

Miles stopped struggling.

“You talked about this?” He looked down at Peter, heart breaking.

“You knew?”

Peter looked down, ashamed. Clinging onto the train but no longer climbing. Mayday held tightly to his chest with the other hand, he caught your eye.

“Peter what did you do..” Your breath escaped you and the words came out a whisper, flown away by the winds around you.

“You all knew?”

Your head shot up, starting to disagree before Gwen spoke.

“I.. I didn’t know..” She looked away, unable to face him.

“How to tell you.”

“That’s why you never came to see me.”

“Miles it’s for your own good!”

He pushed forwards.

“Who decides that?”

Miguel pushed back.

“I’m not a kid Gwen.”

Miguel grunted, slamming him again, the dent in the train deepening every time. “That’s exactly what you are! You’re just a kid!”

“Who has no idea what he’s doing!” Miles grabbed onto his shoulders, trying to squirm further from the beast on him.

His fingers sparked.

Miguel shoved his forearm against Miles’ neck, pushing his face against broken metal.

“Yeah well, I did get hundreds of Spider people away from your own club house.”

The roaring of spider people climbing the train travelled straight to Miguel’s ears.

“I guess he did plan this out!”

You smiled up at him. Seeing him smug back.

“And, I’m about to do this.”

He latched his sparking fingers onto Miguel’s shoulders. Clenching down and watching the starts of his electricity flow through the man’s arms.

The elder was the on struggling now, confused grunts paired with an effort to escape the boys hold.

“Everyone keeps tellin’ me how my story is s’posed to go.

Nah, Imma do my own thing.”

He pushed his whole hands against blue spiders chest.

“Sorry, but i’m going home.”

He pushed Miguel off of him right as he ignited the current buzzing underneath their veins. And watched as the Brunettes body ragdolled off of him and shot off the train and into the open sky.

The fanged man dragged his hand through waves of spider people, struggling to catch himself against smooth metal.

You looked back up at Miles, as he stood, connected by a single web to the speeding train.

“Goodbye, Gwen.”

He cut the thread and fell.

Gwen yelled for him, a call of his name. But peter? Peter just watched with his heart in his throat. His own betrayal heavy on his heart.

—

You were finally at home again. The stress of the day weighing high on the both of you. Even Mayday and Benji seemed to have noticed the tension.

Getting tired over all the moving and all the fighting, it was barely 7:30 before they were dead asleep.

“You think we’re bad parents?”

You were stood leaning over he crib, arms rested on its gates. Peter crowded over you, covering you in his smell and feeling. The weight on his body pressing against your back was akin to a weighted blanket, grounding you as you watched your sweet children breathe.

“Nah, Everyone has their first chase.”

“Well,..”

“Ehhh, want to see the cute photo I got of Benj and May?”

“Fuck, yeah.”

—

Your husband had been off the whole rest of the night. When you two had sat down together to watch the first mind numbing thing you could find, he couldn’t stop moving. Jittering with nerves.

You were waiting patiently for him to work the courage to say what he needed. Not ever preparing for something like this.

“Think Miles hates me?” It was said slyly. Like he was playing it off to be nothing, but the tension in his shoulder told you otherwise. “I think he’ll be hurt. And upset, but I don’t think he hates you.” He picked at his nails as you spoke, you curled your hands over the expanse of his chest and fit your ledge over his waist, he looked up at you through wet lashes.

“Are you sure cause-“ He cut himself off with a clear of his throat, not wanting to sob over something so *stupid in his head.

“Oh, baby. You’re so sweet, but he could never hate you.”

Peters hands stopped fiddling with themselves, smoothening down the curve of your ass and the small of your back.

“Okay,”

“Okay?”

“Yeah.”

He sounded relieved, if not a little suspicious.

He dug his face into the juncture between your neck and shoulder and inhaled deeply.

“Creep.”

He nipped at your skin lightly in retaliation.

“Miguel talks to you too much.”

“Every sentence we shared was negative.”

“He’s like that.”

You scoffed at him playfully and he smiled into your neck, turning his cheek to your skin and watching you. “I’ll make sure next time we talk, it’ll be in sign.”

“No, I don’t speak ASL, what if he says something about me?”

“He says something about you out loud, baby.”

“Yeah but I can’t hear it if he’s signing.”

—

Even later in the night, when you heard the shower running and soft sobs coming from the bathroom. You did nothing but undress and climb in with him. Rubbing your hands soothingly down his back, spreading soap along his chest and back and massaging it in deep for him.

You let him hold himself up against you, and pretended not to notice the difference between the shower water and his tears. You dragged him down to your height, a hand tucked into his soft hair before your lips met his. He would settle his hands on your hips, push you ever closer to him. And take the comfort you gave him in stride.

Eventually you would pay mine to your water bill, and would dry each other off carefully, get dressed together and settle in your shared bed. It was 1 AM now, but you couldn’t care less, being in the arms of your lover had outweighed any negatives lack of sleep could bestow. He would make it up to Miles. Solve the problems of the universe (multiverse), and have you two meet for real. Introducing Miles to his wife, and his son to his twins.

—

I WENT OFF THE RAILSSSS

probs making a part two later, for more peter daddy snippets and cute kids plus wifey reader

[marvel-lous-guy]

Tony: PEteR bEnJAmiN PaRKeR!

Peter: y-yeah?

Tony: Why do you have a fake ID!?

Peter: *incoherent mumbling*

Tony: what was that?!

Peter: You have to be 18 to pet the puppies

[lizthewriter]

pretty isn't pretty / peter parker

PAIRING  mcu!college!peter parker x insecure!fem!reader

SUMMARY  you feel insecure about your apperance, but peter let's you know he thinks the world of you. (blurb).

TAGS  mcu!college!peter parker x insecure!fem!reader, hurt/comfort, fluff, angst, peter parker is a good bf

QUOTE  "i could change up my body and change up my face, / i could try every lipstick in every shade, / but i'd always feel the same, / 'cause pretty isn't pretty enough anyway," - pretty isn't pretty by olivia rodrigo

WORD COUNT 600

WRITTEN  12.30.2023

you stared into the bathroom mirror in peter's microscopically sized apartment. every little blemish was picked apart, every little imperfection taken notice of. you raise a hand to your cheek, a dull expression haunting your eyes. is this what people saw everyday? is this the person they waved hi to in the halls, the person they interacted with in lab? is this the sight people were subjected to?

"- and i was thinking maybe we could grab a bite to eat while we're out anyways, my tr- whoa, what's wrong?"

your beautiful, kind, lovely boyfriend leaned into the bathroom, watching you with concern. peter was perfect in every way imaginable. he had a handsome, adorable face, clear skin, amazing build, and a good height. he was intelligent, witty, sweet. how could he ever want to be with someone like you?

"nothing," you responded weakly, tfying to muster a convincing smile. "thai again? you'll have to give me some time to get ready -"

"hey, no! we don't do that," peter said, giving you a look that was half-reprimanding and half-concerned. honestly, did you even deserve him? "we don't close up on each other, right? that was a deal we made. talk to me, babe, please." he had grabbed your hands in his, looking at you with those warm puppy eyes you couldn't deny.

no longer could you meet his eyes. you drew your hands away, rubbing at the back of your neck. your eyes suddenly found their attention latched onto the new makeup you had bought recently, various differenr shades of lipsticks and such glaring back at you. "i- am i pretty?"

peter seemed flabbergasted by the question. "uh, no. i think you're very pretty, actually. like, the prettiest girl i've ever seen in my whole life and-"

you stopped him before he could continue with a gentle hand pressed to his chest. "no, peter, not do you think i'm pretty. am i pretty?"

the sadness in your eyes gave him more cause for concern. with your head directed towards the floor, he had to take a knee to look up at you, to force you to look at him. "hey. hey. where is this coming from, huh? is someone saying stuff to you? someone online, or?"

"i don't know," you whispered. it felt uncomfortable in your own skin. you never felt good enough. you never felt smart enough, or strong enough, or pretty enough. especially pretty enough. "i guess . . . everywhere. online and in movies and on social media. in real life even. there are so many other girls out there - prettier, skinnier, better. i'll never measure up to them."

"hey," peter whispered softly, a smile dainting his face as he gingerly held your chin between his thumb and forefinger. "you can't compare yourself to other people, okay? beauty is subjective. in other cultures, things that might be considered beautiful could be considered unattractive to us. and maybe that's not what you want to hear. if you want to hear me tell you that i think you're beautiful, then i will, because you are beautiful, no matter what everyone else says. like in a oh-my-god-is-that-her-jaw-dropping-i-want-to-get-down-on-one-knee-and-propose way. seriously, i cannot believe my luck, like how could i have gotten - mmph!"

he let out a muffled groan of shock into your mouth as you pressed a firm kiss to his lips. when you pulled away, you rolled your eyes, grinning from ear to ear. "peter benjamin parker, you're incredibly kind, you know that?"

"correction, i'm incredibly right."

[forever-rogue]

Could you please write a story about how best friend reader somehow blips from the TASM!Peter’s universe into MCU!Peters universe and just about the reunion between the reader and TASM!Peter

Bonus points for angst if the reader and TASM!Peter had a fight before they blipped our

AN | This has been in my inbox for months but anon, I hope you see this, and I hope you enjoy it! And yes, I took some liberties with the Peters/timelines ❤️

Pairing | tasm!Peter Parker x fem!reader

Warnings | Language, Nondescript mentions of Injury

Word Count | 3.3k

Masterlist | Main | Peter

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“You’re being absolutely ridiculous,” you folded your arms across your chest as you glared at your best friend. The very same best friend that happened to be Peter Parker that also happened to be Spider-Man. The boy sighed as he hung his head, his face bruised and bloodied from a rough night. 

“I think I’m being the normal amount of ridiculous,” his attempt to make a joke didn’t land well with you at all. You took the warm, wet washcloth that had been in your hand and tossed it at him. He caught it effortlessly and looked up at you with a pathetic little look on his face, “alright, I deserved that.”

“Peter,” the way you said his name was enough to make his heart constrict. He hated seeing you upset, but he hated knowing that he was the cause of your pain, “look at you. It’s almost four in the morning and you crawled in through my window, bleeding and clearly in pain. I know…fuck, I know you’re Spider-Man but I worry about you.”

“You don’t have to worry about me-”

“Telling me that isn’t going to suddenly make me stop caring, Peter Benjamin Parker,” you sat down on the bed next to him, “I think that sometimes you take too many risks when you could play it safer.”

“I don’t…” he couldn’t even get the sentence out. He knew you were right and he knew that’d been even more reckless than normal lately. Peter wasn’t doing it out of anything really…he just wanted to get things and get his point across, “I guess you’re right.”

“I am right,” you whispered, gently taking the cloth back from him, reaching up and gently washing off the blood that had started to dry. The way he winced at even the lightest of touches caused you to frown again, “I love you, Pete. I don’t want anything to happen to you. I don’t know if…” 

You swallowed the lump that had welled up in your throat, blinking back the tears that were already stinging at the back of your eyes. Peter put his hand on top of your where it rested on his cheek, “nothing is going to happen to me. You’re stuck with me forever, sunshine.”

“Am I?” your voice dropped to a soft whispered, “am I stuck with you forever? Because sometimes I truly wonder about that. I don’t want you coming to me in the middle of the night hurt and upset, but I’d rather have that then nothing because the alternative is…much worse.”

“Yeah,” he missed your touch as soon as you pulled your hand back from him, “I know.”

“Promise me you’ll be more careful?” your voice shook as you willed him to look at you. You wanted him to look at you, wanted to see those big brown eyes looking back at you, “Pete…please.”

“I’ll try and be more careful,” he would barely look in your eyes and that served to break your heart even more, “but I can’t make promises that nothing’s ever going to happen again.”

“Just please don’t make all these sudden, rash decisions, Pete-”

“I can’t promise that will or won’t happen!” he didn’t mean to raise his voice and the way you flinched broke his heart, “you don’t know what it’s like out there! Sometimes you just have to do things…you can’t just think about them!”

You remained silent for a few long moments, before standing up and nodding slightly, “okay. Okay. Get out  please, Peter.”

“Sweetheart-”

“I mean it Peter,” this time it was you that looked away and refused to meet his eyes, “get out. And if you keep acting like this, don’t come back.”

He looked at you in disbelief but when he saw that you weren’t joking, the reality of the situation hit him. He made a small sound before nodding and standing up. He stood there for a moment, both of you avoiding looking at each other, before he gently brushed past you and towards the window. He slid it open but before he could step all the way out he turned back, “I love you too, you know.”

He left without another word, leaving you there with your mind teeling. Had he really just said that and left?

Of course he had. This was Peter Parker after all. With the heaviest of sighs you flopped into bed, not even bothering to get under the covers as you willed sleep to claim you. 

This night had turned out so entirely different from what you had imagined. Now you were afraid you’d lost him forever. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You hoped that wasn’t true. It couldn’t be true. Right? Right?

You woke up the next morning to sun streaming in through your window. You groaned as you rolled onto your other side to try and hang onto your sleepiness so you could get a little more shut eye. But luck wasn't having it, and you felt wide awake. With a groan you fumbled out of bed and headed towards the bathroom; you couldn't place it but something felt…off. 

You couldn't shake the feeling all morning as you got ready for work. You checked your phone too many times for what was warranted and found nothing from Peter. You were half surprised but figured that you were pretty harsh on him last night and decided to give him some more space. You'd try him later if he hadn’t gotten back to you.

As you left your apartment for work, everything seemed slightly…different. Like there was some sort of lavender haze settling over everything. You tried to ignore it, rationalizing that you just weren't thinking straight. 

When you got to your office, you received a few weird looks but no one really said anything. So, you settled into your office and got to work, ignoring the nagging feeling. The fact that you somehow couldn't remember your computer password or that everything in your office was just slightly different didn't register.

What did, however, was that Peter hadn't contacted you. So, during your lunch you decided to call him and apologize. If he was willing to listen anyway. You didn't actually want to lose him, you did, however, want him to stay safe and sound.

Midway through the day you grabbed your phone and called him, waiting either bated breath for him to answer. It rang and rang and when you thought it would be kicked over to voice-mail, it was answered.

"Hello?" It was a voice that was most decidedly not Peter. This one sounded…younger? Different? Something.

"Hi, umm, can I talk to Peter?" Maybe one of his coworkers had answered the phone for him. 

"Well, you're talking to him, so…" he sounded confused as your brows knitted together, "w-who is this?"

"This isn't funny," your eyes were tearing up as you tried to figure out what kind of joke this was, "please just put on Peter. I-I need to talk to him, it's important."

"This is Peter-"

"Peter Parker."

"This is Peter Parker," you wanted to be mad but the voice on the other end of the line wasn't laughing. Nor did he sound even remotely amused, "I'm sorry, I don't know what's going on but…maybe you have the wrong number?"

You hung up without another word, mind racing as you tried to put all the pieces together. Who had Peter's phone? And why?

What was going on?

The rest of the day went by in a blur, as your mind wandered and wandered through a million possibilities of what was going on with Peter. You came to the only logical explanation you could think of - you would simply go by his place to see what was going on.

As soon as you were done, you almost ran out and to his apartment. The concerned looks you were getting from passersby didn't phase you. All you could think of was Peter. Peter, Peter, Peter.

You knocked on his door, looking around the hall and noticing that a lot of people had made some changes to their places and there were new plants. You listened for his familiar footsteps but after a few moments when you didn't hear anything, you knocked again, this time with more vigor.

This door was wrenched open after a few moments and you found yourself face to face with a young man with wide brown eyes and curious expression etched onto his features.

"Hello?" He asked, raising an eyebrow in confusion, "can I help you?"

"Peter - where's Peter?" You tried to look past him but realized you had no clue who this kid was. Peter was your best friend, you knew his other friends too, "and who are you?"

"Umm…" he looked behind you before turning around and studying his own space. The boy grimaced before exhaling slowly, "I'm Peter. Peter Parker."

"I…I don't understand," you shook your head, rubbing at your tired face in exasperation, "is this supposed to be a joke? Is he in on it?"

"There's - no. Here," he reached into his pocket and fished out his ID and handed it to you. A gasp escaped your lips as you studied. He was Peter Parker and his home address was listed the same as the real Peter, "I don't know what happened with the mix up but-

"Spider-Man," you breathed out softly and a look of shock crossed his features, "how did…how?"

"Peter - my Peter - he's Spider-Man," your mind was reeling as you tried to put all the pieces together, "he has the same phone number and this is his address."

"Wait…" his brows knitted together, "what's your name?"

You told him your name and let out a bit of incredulous laughter, "I know you. Well, umm…I-I guess a version of you. Or whatever this is you. My aunt works with you."

"May? May Parker?" You asked and he nodded with a sheepish shrug. Your May was definitely not going to be the same person, you knew that much. You exhaled slowly, "this is so weird. I don't know what or how or why or anything but I don't think I belong here. You're not…my Peter."

"No," he shook his head and motioned for you to come inside. You stepped into the familiar, yet completely new, apartment and looked around, "is everything okay with him? Your Peter? Are you....?”

“He’s my best friend,” you looked around at all the photos that lined the walls. There were plenty of Peter along with what you assumed were his friends and aunt. Definitely not your May, “at least we were. We kind of got into a fight last night and I basically told him to get out.”

“Oh,” he watched you curiously, “I’ve gotten into a few of those arguments before.”

“You mean the ones where someone gets mad at you for being reckless and asks you to be careful but you claim its part of the job but you’ll try your best?” you asked and Peter nodded in amusement. Part of the job, you supposed. You ran a hand through your hair, “He kept getting hurt and its been getting worse lately and I just…I want him to be careful, you know? He keeps coming through my window, bleeding and bruised, and I’m afraid one day that he’s just not going to be there. He’s not going to come home to me. And I-I can’t lose him. He is…everything to me.”

A mixture of emotions colored his features as you offered him a small, sad little smile, “you’re in love with him.”

“Yeah,” you couldn’t even pretend to lie about it, “I am. I have been for a long time. I’ve just never told him. I couldn’t bring myself to do it.”

“I don’t think you have to tell him,” he offered you a lopsided little smile before tilting his head to one of the pictures on the wall. It was of him and a beautiful girl, both of them beaming at the camera, “not if it’s anything like that.”

“I don’t know,” you’d always wondered if he knew or felt the same. You had no idea and now you were afraid that you might never find out, “but what if I…how do I even get back? What am I doing here?”

“I don’t know how it all works,” he confessed and while you knew that it wasn’t his fault at all, you couldn’t help your sigh, “it’s confusing to me at times too. But there’s a whole…multiverse…theory and all that.”

“Yeah,” you agreed softly, “all that wild, sciencey stuff. Pete is the science brain…just like you I presume. I’m the…not science person. It all gets kind of lost on me. I just don’t know what to do now.”

“Maybe we can figure it out,” he suggested and you couldn’t help but admit that the kid was growing on you. He seemed sincere and kind…he did remind you of your Peter in a lot of ways, “just give me some time to think, okay?”

“Thank you,” you reached over and gave his shoulder a squeeze, “you’re very kind. In the meantime I guess I’ll just try and keep calm and all that.”

“Are you going to be okay?” he asked softly, “do you want to stay here?”

“I’ll go back to my…well, this world’s anyway, apartment,” you hadn’t seen anyone else, namely the alternate universe you, in the apartment or anywhere at your work. You figured you’d probably replaced her…or yourself or whatever it was, “I guess I’ll see you around? You have my number now if you think of anything.”

“I will,” he promised, “I’ll talk to you tomorrow and we can figure out something. If you need anything or anything seems off, please call or text me.”

“Sounds good,” you headed towards the door and gave him a small smile, “thank you, Peter. It seems like in every universe you’re a good guy.”

“But we’ll get you back to your Peter. Promise,” he held up his hand with his outstretched pinkie and you couldn’t help but laugh at his silliness. You hooked your pinkie around his and nodded.

You had some hope that whatever happened would be fixed. 

Then you’d go back to Peter and finally tell him how you felt. You had to - you knew you did.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

A few days had passed without much happening. You spent the time you could with Peter and his friend Ned trying to go through all the possible things that could have happened. You kept rehashing each moment in your mind, going through it all over and over again until you felt like you no longer knew what had actually happened. 

The worst part of all was that none of you could figure out exactly what happened or why you were suddenly there instead of your own home. The only thing it did was cause your hope to slowly dwindle away - what if you were stuck there forever? What if you never saw Peter again? That would have been the worst thing of all. The boys did help though and kept reassuring you that things would be alright. You hoped they were right.

After a week, you started to accept that you weren’t going anywhere. At least, you reasoned with yourself, you weren’t stuck in some weird universe that was completely different from what you knew. 

Things were starting to seem normal, until late one evening while you were watching a movie and you heard a loud, frantic knocking at the door.

“Hold on, hold on,” you set your ice cream down and padded towards the door. Perhaps it was a neighbor you hadn’t met before or maybe someone had the wrong address; either way, you definitely weren’t expecting anyone. You opened the door without even thinking about checking to see who it was, “hello?”

“Hi,” your mouth opened and closed a few times as you looked at the man standing across the threshold. Peter Parker. But not just any Peter Parker, it was your Peter. 

“Peter?” you almost whispered his name and he nodded at you, confused for just a moment. Without thinking about it, you threw yourself into his arms, and he caught you without missing a beat as he hugged you back just as fiercely, “Peter!”

“Sunshine,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to the side of your head, “oh, I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too,” you pulled back and took his face in your hands, looking him over. It was still the same man you loved and adored, the bruises and scratches from the last time you’d seen him almost completely gone, “I…I didn’t know if I’d ever see you again.”

“You didn’t really think one little argument was going to keep me away, did you?” he wrapped his fingers around your wrists, looking at you softly, “I thought that maybe you didn’t want to see me. You weren’t answering my calls or texts.”

“I…” he had no clue. He had no idea that you’d been gone for over a week, “how long was I avoiding you?”

“Like…ten days, not that I’ve been counting or anything,” he admitted sheepishly, cheeks pinking, “this was kind of my last ditch attempt to apologize and to tell you that -”

“I’m in love with you,” you couldn't help yourself - you just had to get it out. His big, brown eyes softened and he seemed to lose his voice for a moment. You nervously smiled at him, “Peter Parker. My Peter.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, heart eyed with a lovesick smile on his face, “I’m yours.”

This time he surprised you by pulling you in and kissing you. His actions caught you so off guard that it took you a moment to respond. When you did, you looped your arms around his neck and kissed him back with just as much hunger and neediness. Neither of you wanted to stop, reluctantly pulling apart when you needed air. 

“I’m, ugh, in love with you too,” he pressed his forehead against yours and you couldn’t help but steal a few more kisses from him, “have you been okay? I was getting worried when you didn’t call or text back. No one had seen you either.”

“I’ve got so much to tell you,” you reached for his hand and pulled him inside, “so much.”

“Wait - did something happen?” he looked you over, relieved to see that you didn’t appear to be in any sort of pain or harm, “sunshine?”

“I haven’t been gone,” you weren’t even sure where to begin with this one, “well, not really. I was with Peter Parker.”

“Umm….not sure where I was, but I don’t remember…”

“I don’t expect you to - but you’ll understand,” you looked at him with wide eyes, “because while it was Peter Parker - it wasn’t you. A-and Aunt May was different too.”

“Whoa, whoa,” he grew excited as he quickly caught up on what you were saying - he was a practical genius after all, “are you saying that…”

“Multiverse,” you finished for him, “it’s all true - I think. Some of it anyway.”

“Holy shit.”

“I have so much to tell you,” you grinned, “and, ugh, thank you for not immediately assuming I was crazy.”

“I’m Spider-Man,” he raised his eyebrows, “I’ve heard and experienced stranger things. Tell me more.”

“I will,” you promised, dragging him over to the couch before stopping yourself, “wait - there’s something else I want to do first.”

“What is it-”

And then you were kissing him again and he immediately melted into your touch. 

“Oh,” he sighed softly, “I could get used to that.”

“Good,” you beamed at him and things suddenly felt right again the world, “me too.”

[gatorbites-imagines]

SPIDERNOIR WITH A A FTM READER ??

Peter Benjamin Parker/Spidernoir x ftm reader

Headcanons

Peter is from the 1930s, so sadly there probably isn’t much medical treatment you can get done. That doesn’t mean you can’t wrap your chest, though you would have to do it in unhealthy ways. You would also wear men’s clothes and have your preferred hairstyle.

Peter would have no issue with you being trans, though he wouldn’t fully understand it in the beginning but would support you anyways.

Because it’s the 30s you two can’t be open about your relationship to the public out of the dangers it poses, but in your own home you are able to be yourselves and be together.

If you guys are together you are most likely his MJ because that’s something every spiderman has to some extent, at least all peters seem to have an MJ. MJ is a very gender neutral nickname too which would help with dysphoria or confusion.

Peter is smart, so he would find a way to help you bind your chest in more healthy ways, if you wanted to bind your chest. He wouldn’t be able to get you hormone treatment because I don’t think that was a thing at the time, but he will help you with voice training.

He could also help you in working out to build more muscle to be more masc presenting if that’s what you wanted. You guys just convince the outside world you’re just a guy with a smoother face, smaller hands, and a higher voice, no one really questions it.

When he joins the spider alliance he learns that being trans is actually a common thing, and it would lead him down a longer path to learn as much about it as possible.

He gets you a binder with the help of some of the other spider-people, and is able to get you both literature and books about it so you can both learn about it.

Up until then you most likely didn’t have a way to explain what you were, but knowing there were people out there like you helped you and peter a lot. It meant Peter had someone to ask questions, and you had someone to bond with.

Because Peter would most likely bring you with him to the headquarters because he knows how helpful it would be, and maybe to have you seen by some more futuristic doctors who could give you the treatment you want, in case you want it.

But no matter what, Peter would love you anyways. Whether you bind, or don’t. whether you want hormones or not. He would always respect you, your pronouns, and however you decide to present yourself.

He’s just smitten with you like any person of Peter is with their partner, this also makes him quite protective during your day to day, because the world is dangerous. Both because of his work as spiderman, but also because the world isn’t so accepting of people like you.

He isn’t overbearing though, and he tries not to be too much, since he knows you can protect yourself If you need too.

[secretaccountlol]

KISS ME THRU THE PHONE

does anyone even remember that song???

Anyways…

Dom! Reader x Peter Parker

18+ no minors thank you!

Summary: you caught Pete masturbating to you and you decide to have a little fun with the moment.

CW TIME!!!: Phone sex, Non-con masturbating? (Obviously you caught him so you didn’t know), mutual masturbation, sex toys, body fluids~.

Oh and typos, probably.

Tag list omg!: @tiredbuthappy

Sparker 🕷🕸

Sparker: Hey!

You: Hey!!!

Sparker: Ready to eat popcorn and gossip on ft?

You: Hell yeah

Incoming from Sparker 🕷🕸

Your smile beams as Parker’s face illuminates yours, his face mirrors your expressions.

“Hellllooo nurse!” Peter’s eyes crinkle as you dramatically cringe, still smiling. “Excuse me, do not tarnish Yakko's household name, Peter Parker!” Your voice is filled with fake outrage earning a hearty laugh from Peter.

“If you used my middle name I'd definitely think I was in trouble.” Peter’s smile could make a crying baby smile aka it made your heart swell.

“Soooo, whatcha wanna gossip about?” you bite your lip as you check him out, his black fitted t-shirt clung to his muscles deliciously, his brown hair effortlessly styled, you could tell his room was a mess like always even though you couldn't see it. His back was against his bed frame, his phone was tilted to only show his torso.

You're laying down on your tummy, your legs kicked up, your phone propped up on a pillow in front of you as you hugged another pillow to rest your chin on, You were in your usual cozy jacket, no bra or no pants attire, of course, Peter couldn't see that.

“Mm whatever you wanna talk about, honestly, I just wanted to hear your voice” Peter’s laugh vibrated through your ears.

“Oh-! Uhm okay well.” your feet kicked as you gossiped about your day, what you ate, etc etc. You loved this weekly ritual you and Pete did, you never understood why he wanted to face time with you, considering he always seems so busy, and most of the time he didn't talk, just nodded along occasionally knitting his eyebrows in understanding or worked on homework as you rambled, you just chalked it up to him not knowing what to say most of the time.

“Mm, that’s about it!” You clapped, Peter had long ago turned off his cam, but you could hear a small groan and shuffle before Peter spoke, “H-hm? But you didn't even finish the part bout your neighbor, remember?” his voice was strained like he was holding back a yawn, you frown.

“Well, I wanted to give you a chance to speak for a chance, cus you never do” you hummed.

“That's cus I like hearing you speak..” his voice was low like a whisper, it made you shiver.

“Why?” you whispered back.

You hear a strangled groan, “P-please..j-just keep talking..!”

“Peter? Are you okay?” your voice raised a bit higher,

“I-i’m fine, just.. Keep talkin’ to me..” his voice falters as your concern rises.

“I'm not gonna talk anymore until you turn on your camera!” your voice cracked as shouted, well kinda shouted you didn't want your roommates to hear you.

“Fine! Okay, jeez!” you can make out him scrambling before seeing his face flush, eyes wide, so slightly panting, nevertheless he tried to appear normal, your eyebrow quirked.

“See? ‘Mm fine!” his voice masked something but you couldn't tell what, your face stayed skeptical. “Peter, what's going on? Tell me right now!” you slam your hands down on your bed, and Peter rolls his eyes.

“Nothin', you're being outlandish.” your nostrils flare at his comment, “Oh no, what we're not gonna do is gaslight me, Peter Benjamin Parker!” you see Peter wince, his puppy dog eyes flood your screen.

“Okay, you're right, that was mean..I'm sorry.” Peter scratched the back of his neck. “I-.. I was doing something but I'm fine, I promise.” Peter couldn't meet your eyes but his explanation still eased your worry.

“What were you doing?” your head cocked to the side, like a cat. “I-..I can't tell you.” Peter muttered, it was so soft you couldn't help but get hot.

“Peter, can you tell me anything you know that..” you tried to copy his tone, “You’d-... I feel like you'd despise me if I did ..” you smile gently, he can be so cute sometimes.

“Peter. I promise, just- just tell me, please?” You wish you could caress his soft face as you whisper comfort. Something about Peter made him feel so fragile sometimes.

“Ok- I-” he coughed. “I-i was..uhm.. Jerkin’..it?” his voice cracked as you tried to put the pieces together

“Jerkin? What? What's that-?”

“Y’know..!!”

“I do not know..”

“I-i was y’know..Jerkin the chicken!”

“Jerk chicken?”

“Oh my God, no- I was… I was masturbating!”

“Oh..” your face burns as your eyes widen, your face half buried in your pillow. “I- why..?”

“I- uhm...well, I was doing it, t-to you..” you bite your lip as your legs rubbed together, he was masturbating to you? God, you could explode right now.

“Why me?” you feigned innocence as your smirk grew under your pillow, you were starting to enjoy this.

“I..ilikeyourvoice!! Andidunnoivedoneitafewtimesnowandithoughtyoudwouldntnotice!! And-! And-! “ You could barely make out the words he spoke, were they even words? Your laugh stopped his rambling.

“You are.. So cute Pete.” Peter's eyes finally met your half-lidded ones.

“Peter.”

“Y-yeah?”

“Show me.”

“Show you-.. Show you what?”

“You know what, Pete.”

“I-.. Are you sure?”

“Mmhm, I think you owe it to me considering you were getting off with me without permission.”

Peter’s cheeks were dusted with pink, you could see his adam's apple move before he proceeded to do what he was told.

“Wanna see your face in the camera still, Pete.” you could see him freeze before nodding quietly as he continued his actions. His cock was fairly big, bigger than what you thought it would be,

You could see Peter’s face is bright red by now, his hand covering his mouth as he looks away. “Are you-.. done looking yet? This is embarrassing.”

“Why are you embarrassed?” Of course, you knew why, but Peter is just too cute not to tease.

“I- you know why! God. Don’t tease me right now!”

“Hey, Pete.” You finally lift up, your head now in a new position leaning on your hands.

“Y-yea?”

“Did you cum?” he blinks a few times before chewing on his lip.

“N-no..”

“Aww, well baby you shouldn't give yourself blue balls on my account.”

“I- wha-?”

“Finish what you started, Peter.”

Peter’s eyes practically pop out as his cock twitches, he brings his phone closer to his face again, looking around the room nervously before looking back at you.

“I- you..”

“You.. Me?” you mock him. “What? Do you need some more material? Greedy boy.”

“I- no I wasn..-!”

You raise yourself, you smirk as you see peters eyebrows raise before slowly unzipping your jacket, your bare tits on display, Peter’s eyes are glued on you as you twist one of your nipples giving him a teasing wink.

“Whatcha think? Hm? Enough for you?” you taunt him leaning your head as your hands trail down your stomach and back.

“Fuck.. You're-..sososo hot” you watch as he palms his cock, you chuckle at Pete’s loss for words. “Shirt off, now.” Peter nods, yanking his shirt at the speed of light, you laugh at his eariness.

“Mm, stroke yourself for me, Pete.” Peter obliges your order once more, his eyes never leaving your chest. You grope yourself, sticking your tongue out.

“Hey Petey, wanna see even more?” Peter nods rapidly, “Mmhn, if you do you gotta open that mouth and ask pretty boy.” you quickly zip up your jacket as you hear Peter whine.

“Pleasepleaseplease! I’ll do anything, please!”

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

Your Cheshire grin grows as you unzip your jacket once more.

“Say you need me.”

“I need you, god. I need you sososo bad.”

“Good boy.”

You can see Peter get even harder as you shimmed your panties off, you feel hot, and a bit embarrassed as your smile fades. You spread yourself out with two fingers, looking away, slightly clearing your throat.

“Fuck, I wish I was there to eat you out, this is torture, y’know?”

Your eyes meet his as he gives you a genuine smile, you return the favor as you gain your confidence back.

“How bout I torture you some more?” Your hands slide down, you moan as you circle your clit, tilting your head up in pleasure. You'd masturbated before, but having someone watch you, having Peter watching you, turned you on even more.

“Peter-..mmhn, please I need more.” you flirt, could hear Peter’s breath hitch as you spoke, “If you keep talking like that I'll bust right now” you chuckle at his comment.

“Want me to see my ride my dildo and pretend it's your dick?”

“God yes.”

You lean down to kiss the phone screen, making Peter laugh before producing a dildo.

“Ta-da!” you laugh as you position the dildo below you,

“Ready?”

“Born ready.”

You bust out laughing, “Oh my god Peter we're having phone sex not saving the world!”

“A-ah right, pfft”

You smile, rubbing your pussy up and down the dildo, covering it with your slick. You hear Peter groan, “Please baby put it in, I can’t wait anymore-“

“Your wish is my command.” You moan as you lower yourself on your dildo until it disappears into, “Mm, you fill me so well, Pete.” You hear Peter whimper as you start bouncing up and down,

“Fuckfuckfuck you’re so hot.. I’m gonna cum already..!” you smirk seeing his eyebrows knit in pleasure, “Don't you dare, Peter. ``You moan as you speed up your strokes, Peter whines as you start rubbing your clit again. “I-I’m so close! Mm..” Peter’s voice cracks as you watch his eyes close, “Eyes on me, Parker” you pant as you watch him struggle to keep it together. “You’ll cum when I say you can!” You pinch your nipples as the tension builds up In your stomach.

“Please! Let me cum, I-I can’t hold it anymore.. F-feels ..Mm too good!” Peter’s voice falters as you watch his head tilt back.

“I’m close t-too, let’s cum together, okay?” Peter moans in response, “I w-wanna h-hear you say it, Pete!” You hiss out through clenched teeth, “I-I’ll c-cum with you!” Peter’s head tilted forward, jaw clenched his eyes low as he looked at you.

“I’m…!” You rubbed yourself furious as you grind down on the fake cock. You hear Peter gasp for air as white lines shoot from his cock all over his hands, you both stay silent catching your breath.

“T-that was…veryveryveryvery hot” Peter breathed out, you giggle, “You said that already, Pete!”

“Yeah but it’s true!” His voice cracked, making you laugh again, you watch his face turn red. “I-I guess I should clean up..?” You nod, slowly easing yourself off your dildo, whimpering.

“God.. You’re- don’t do that, I’ll pop a boner again.” Peter’s voice quivered, you smirk, bending now to lick your dildo. “Wanna go for round two, Parker?”

“You’re a demon”

“I think the correct term is succubus, you're like super smart shouldn't you know that?”

“You’re- fuckkk..“

“Plus, if you’re not busy..you can maybe..come over?” Your fingers traced circles in your bed sheets, “We can finish..in person?” You look back at your phone, to see Peter trying to hop into his spidey suit as quickly as possible, before grabbing the phone.

“I’ll be over in 10 mins.”

[supercap2319]

Y/N woke up to the insistent beeping of the alarm on his phone. There was a pounding in his head. He rolls over to hit the snooze on the cellular device when he hits something hard. He looks up to see Peter fucking Benjamin Parker in his bed. Then he remembered what happened. They drank alcohol until they got drunk, stumbling back to Y/N's room and had hot passionate gay sex.

This had been going on all summer. Getting drunk and hooking up all night long. It shouldn't have happened, but Y/N didn't exactly stop it either. He and Parker were rivals. Y/N hated him with a burning passion. He acted like one of those know-it-all genius types, who was always right about everything. What's worse is that his father, Tony Stark, had made Peter his protégé, so he had to see Parker's stupid face almost every day. When the prick wasn't busy with school.

"Ugh! Stark! Shut that damn phone up." Peter groaned and buried his head further into the pillow. Y/N reached over and straddled him to shut off his phone, rubbing their naked bulges together. Considering the way Parker's dick twitched, he seemed to like it.

"Shut up, Parker! And get your fat ass off my bed." Y/N roughly pushed him off the bed as he fell with a thud. Parker groaned and Y/N smirked down at him and before Peter could retaliate, Y/N's father's voice was heard. "Y/N? Are you okay? What was that thud?"

"Shit…" He cursed underneath his breath. "Yeah, dad. I'm fine. I just fell on my skateboard."

"Do you want me to come in and check on you?"

"No! I mean… no. I'm naked." It wasn't a lie. He was in fact naked and so was Parker.

"Kid, don't know if you know this, but I've changed your diapers. I've seen everything that you have." Tony chuckled and so did Parker. The asshole.

Y/N waited for his father to leave before Peter pinned him to the bed and smiled at him. "Now…where were we?" He leaned down and kissed him as he thrusted into him.

[cosmiethe]

#12D0123F ❞ THE LAMP.

── ౨ৎ ‧˚ ft. miguel o'hara/wife!reader

synopsis: in which your husband does what he shouldn't have.

・⸝⸝ mini-series (3/4), angst, no comfort, arguing, implied murder, cursing, delusional character, no use of y/n

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Hours turned into days, and days to weeks. But somewhere across them, Miguel finally did it. Those countless nights without sleep, the dark circles under his eyes, his body now skeletonized and scrawny—a sight you couldn't bear to see. 

Oh, how your soul pitied him.  

Miguel’s eyes lit up for the first time in months watching the portal open. No longer dull and lifeless from his past failures. 

He smiled. The seeds of obsession he planted have finally borne fruit. His efforts were not in vain. 

Eyes glued to the monitor, Miguel watches you run around the park chasing Gabby as she tries her best to get away from you, giggling all the way. His heart filled at the sight of you two together. Alive.

His mood soon turns sour seeing the other him. No matter. He could easily get rid of him and be done with it. To live a life with you forever? He would do anything.

Miguel turns from the monitor, reaching his bony fingers towards the portal – ready to enter. He sucked in a breath and started moving forward. As he inched closer, he felt the wind and heat of this new world caress his fingers. 

“Miguel!” Someone yelled behind him. 

His head whips back to see who called. His eyes met Jessica, her baby resting on her hip. Next to her, he sees Peter. 

Peter Benjamin Parker. 

The name of the man who called interrupting him from reuniting with his love, staring wide-eyed at him with what could be seen as horror and disbelief. 

“I thought we talked about this Mig!” Peter yells again. “You take one step in there and everything is fucked. You, out of all people know that.”

Miguel holds Peter’s gaze, begging for him to step back. But then they shift to Mayday, snug on Peter’s chest, and Jessica’s child. Why do they get a say in what he does for his family and he can't? Why is his family gone and theirs isn't? 

It was simply unfair.

“You are not gonna make me the bad guy here,” Miguel laughed, venom dripping in his tone. “Every time I see Mayday I’m reminded of my daughter. Every day I see you go home to your loved ones when I can't. And I'm the bad guy for wanting to see my family again?” 

Scowling, he continues. “Don't act as if you didn't try to do what I was about to Peter. You’d all do the same if it were you.” He taunted. 

“They aren't your family Miguel,” Jessica beseeches. “They don't know you. You are not their Miguel.” 

Peter steps forward. “She's right. You'd be an imposter in their world, an anomaly. Think about it, your wife believed you were a hero. What would she feel knowing what you were about to do now, deliberately destroying another dimension?”

“Keep her name out of your mouth, Parker.” 

“Miguel just listen to us, please! She’s going to die again and again and again if you go through with this.” Peter pleads once more. 

But Miguel had already made up his mind long ago.

“Then I'd gladly find every dimension where she exists and repeat the process.” 

“Yeah? And what happens when you've gone through all dimensions with her in it? What then?” Jessica questions, trying to reason with him.

“I'd find a new way to get to her.”

“You can't be serious.” She breathes out, mortified.

With that, Miguel injected himself one final time. He looked to the portal once more, watching you pack up your stuff, ready to leave the park – the other him no longer in sight.

Drawing in a deep breath, he walks in. 

The ignored yells of his name from behind have now faded out. He didn't care about a single thing but you.

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Credits: [divider/s] @/benkeibear, [editor/beta reader/co-writer] @/nastygyal

Notes: My editor forgets to reply when I text her and I forget to check Discord when school consumes me

[annab-nana]

list A: 18 and Softly toying with your ring and wondering when they'll get to replace it with a wedding ring :))) for peter

he would so be the type to mess with your rings

warnings: not proofread, thoughts of marriage, fluff

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"and i've never experienced this type of thing before, you know?" mj continued. "i've always known what to do, but she..." she sighed, "she just- i don't know."

you and peter sat on your small dorm bed while watching mj pace back and forth in front of you, ranting as she went in circles. at the beginning of the school year, mj talked about a blonde who had caught her eye and the girl seemed to have an eye on mj as well. all year, it had been stolen glances and minor conversations until finally, with two weeks left in the semester, they had hung out more often and were starting to become something more.

it was making mj go crazy and you loved it.

"you wanna know what i think?" you asked in an almost teasing tone. peter looked up from where he was playing with your rings to watch you speak. he wasn't as into the gwen-mj thing as you were, but he loved to see you so excited.

mj rolled her eyes as she knew exactly what you were going to say. "enlighten me, please."

"i think." you paused for dramatic effect for your own entertainment. "you are in love with ms. gwendolyne."

peter smiled at you though you didn't see it before he looked back down to your hand in his. his fingers twisted your ring around and around, his eyes focusing on his actions. you always found it immensely adorable how he'd play with your hand and rings and he did it all the time, so much that you barely noticed it when he did.

"i- i am not," mj said unconvincingly with a scoff. "i'm not. no, i-"

while mj came to the realization that she was in love with gwen, peter came to his own realization while he fiddled with the ring on your finger. a realization that he had known subconsciously for a while, but was really coming through now. peter benjamin parker wanted to marry you. he knew that was something he wanted in the future, but he wanted to do it now.

"oh my g- i'm in love with her," mj stated before she started to dart around, grabbing her things to leave. "i have to tell her."

"you got this!" you shouted after her while peter added on, "good luck!"

a comfortable silence followed her exit before peter looked to you, you glancing at him once you felt his eyes on you. there was something about the way he was looking at you, his eyes gazing upon you softer than you had ever seen.

"what?" you inquired while wondering what was happening inside his head. the boy had a never-ending train of thought.

"nothing," peter spoke nonchalantly, leaning in for a quick peck on your nose, "i just love you."

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[kairiscorner]

Hii! No need to rush but could you do a fic where the reader is also a spider-person and gets sucked into Miles’ dimension just like in itsv and noir and them get a long really well and end up being shipped by the rest? I think it’d be quite cute :D also sorry if this isn’t that elaborate ToT

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well, this was certainly a conundrum. the flashing lights of brooklyn practically blinded you, coupled with the sudden sounds and buzzing from the people, establishments, and cars passing by. you were disoriented, your spider sense was out of whack for the time being, and you could only wonder, 'this isn't my city... where am i?'

you aimlessly wandered around the city, accidentally bumping into people here and there, almost getting run over when you missed the green pedestrian light, and bumping into a few too many streetlamps. you hated how familiar yet foreign this city felt to you; one minute, you minding your own business while swinging around your city, doing your rounds and all. but as you were swinging... you felt yourself gravitate to something. everything else around you--leaves, newspapers, plastic bags, even you yourself were getting drawn to this force.

it turned out to be a portal that opened up from somewhere else into your world; and try as you might to resist it and its pull, you were eventually sucked in and thrown into this city. "what i would give to... find someone who had the slightest clue about what the hell is--oomph!" you exclaimed as you felt a slight tingle crawl up through your shoulders, raise the hairs on your arms and the back of your neck, but the sudden collision between you and what felt like a tall man had interrupted that sense of yours from telling you what, or who, exactly was in front of you.

"oh, good heavens, you okay there?" asked a gentlemanly, kind of dapper-sounding voice. the man you bumped into held you up, with you eventually clinging on to him as you nearly fell over due to how disoriented you were from this new city's endlessly bright lights and loud noises. "i'm fine... sorry." you murmured as the man held you up and dusted you off a little. you got a better look of the guy and he tipped his fedora a little, and you noticed when you glanced at his attire from head to toe, you felt the tingle again through your bones this time--and you could tell he did, too.

"you're like me." you both announced in unison. you sighed in relief and felt yourself smile from underneath your mask. "yeah! yeah, i am, and you are! ok, um... do you have any clue where we are?" you asked him, hoping the monochrome man in the trench coat and fedora had any idea where you two were, but it seemed he was just as lost as you were. "i'm afraid i'm in the dark about this whole place too. i was kind of hoping someone would come along and show me around, but i guess the universe is too much of a joker to take peter parker seriously." he said with a slight chuckle as you sighed in disappointment, now.

"well... guess we're both lost, parker, was it?" you asked him with a raised eyebrow as he tipped his fedora again and nodded. "peter benjamin parker, please to meet ya." he said as he extended his gloved hand. you introduced yourself, and you noticed peter looking over your spider suit in awe. "you have such... a wonderful taste in fashion." he said with a smile underneath his mask. you smiled back, without even seeing his smile. "thanks, i've been told it's a little too colorful, though. i was considering toning it down, but i'm glad you like it." you replied. "ah, i've got the same problem, too. a lot of people have told me my getup is more like a mortician than it is a private investigator, let alone as a 'superhero'." he rambled a little as you listened to him.

"i guess we both have our problems with how people see us, then. but it's better than facing those problems alone, no?" you asked as you looked up at him. "certainly is." he responded. you two had agreed to swing over to the nearest rooftop and find answers from there, and all the while, you two talked on and on about each other's home universes and the lives you two lived there. "sounds cool, your universe, i mean. what if i brought you like, maybe, a glow in the dark ceiling decor?" you offered, to which peter almost lost his grip from his webbing. "you decorate ceilings? with... things that 'glow in the dark'? fascinating..." he said as he held on to his webbing tighter and his hat as the wind threatened to blow it away. "i'd love to have you over, though! maybe after this whole debacle, i can show you all the finest spots my home has to offer!" he said as you two swung around, and you found yourself agreeing to it already before even knowing him for an hour.

after the whole collider fight, you rushed up to peter and embraced him tightly. "i knew you could make it out, with a champ like you, of course you would!" he exclaimed happily as he held you tightly. "and so did you, big man." you said as you chuckled in excitement and happiness at your group's victory. you could feel everyone else's eyes on you two, and the best part was... they were waiting for this moment to happen ever since you two joined their ensemble.

"i told you they had something going on together." peni said with a smile as ham held her hand, blowing a comically loud and exaggerated sniffle into a cloth he summoned from his hammerspace. "they were always destined to be in love!" he exclaimed as he cried into the cloth. you looked up to see them all looking at you and peter, and you immediately took your hands off him, a little hastily and still smiling widely like a dork. "we're just really happy we won!" you tried clearing it up, but peter wouldn't let go of you and still hugged you tightly. "yeah, we won, now lemme hug 'em, yeah?" peter said as the others chuckled, with some crying out of happiness for you two.

you looked at peter, with peter looking back at you. you placed both of your hands on his cheeks and smiled. "can i... visit your world for a little bit, when we find a way to do that safely?" you asked him as he leaned a little closer toward you. "oh, darling... i'd let you be with me every time. i do wanna see your world, too--maybe the universe will finally come along for peter benjamin parker now and let us be happy at each other's sides--" "oooookay, that's enough people, move along, chop chop, let's go home." said peter b as he cut off your peter at the sight of how loving he was being to you. "quick word of advice, if you two get married, never invest in a spider-themed restaurant, they will hate you forever." he whispered to your peter, who took mental note of that.

"guess this is... goodbye." you told him as you held his hand, not wanting to let go. "no, doll... it's a see you soon, i promise." he said as he swiftly planted a soft kiss on your forehead as he let go of your hand and lifted his mask up to show you his face--his charming, sweet smile that promised to meet you again very soon.

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[mekochansblog]

hiii I just want to ask! this is my first time asking! so what if the umbrella academy is caught and surrounded by people with serious weapons. (Is it okay if Y/n is the guardian of the multiverse for their power?) And Y/n says something along the lines of "Hey, Hey maybe you could take me and leave them? I mean.. I AM the guardian of the multiverse. i could do anything to stop you if you dont erase me." And the men put down their weapons and negotiate. but when they do so, Y/n freezes them and skips along. and maybe one of the siblings (Not five) asks "Shit. i thought for a second you might sacrifice yourself for us." and Y/n replies

"For you dumbasses? Never." but then points at five behind her and says "But for THAT dumbass? anytime." And them maybe five smirks a litte

Uni.. what?

Five Hargreeves x reader

- multiverse, peter Parker is mention lol, slight curse

IM BAAACKKKKKK!!

Five knew he was fucked the moement he saw the commission coming out of nowhere. He was fucked and so was his family. Who the hell was going to rescue him when he couldn’t even use his powers. He was trapped, hands behind his back and so was his family. Allison was the only one with tape in her mouth to not use her powers. Five wanted to laugh. He wanted to laugh until he couldn’t breathe. First of all Five didn’t even know where his wife was. Second of all the handcuffs they put on him and his family were for some reason; handcuffs that deactivated his powers. Lastly these people that look like the commission but are actually from another dimension wanted to know where you are. Five of course didn’t know where you were, he instinctly remembers you telling him you'll be going to A dimension he can’t specifically remember which one because they needed your help. He didn’t know what that dimension was.

“Number Five Hargreeves, fifth child out of the seven child, where is what they call on Earth your wife Y/N Hargreeves?”

Five sighed, they’ve been asking this same stupid question over and over. He was tired of it, his eyes were dozing and trying not to sleep. He tried to keep his head up but keeping him and his family for two hours late at night gives him the tiredness. They have tried asking his family but they don’t even know your whereabouts. He did remember what you told him in the morning.

You both woke up. You were the one that got up to go make breakfast for both you and Five. You felt hands around your waist and giggled while making coffee.

¨Hello darling, how was your morning?¨ you ask him, knowing he slept really well since he was hugging you at night. You felt him lightly squeeze you and then he let go and sat down on the chair to the dining table.

“I slept like a baby thanks to you, how about you darling?¨ He questioned you, you smiled and headed his way to give him his coffee in his favorite mug. He gave your jawline a kiss and pulled you to sit on his lap. You sighed and bliss and looked at him with loving eyes.

“I slept wonderfully thanks to you.” His striking emerald eyes looked at you; the same look he gave you when he asked you to marry him. You smile lovingly at him and ruffled his hair out of playfulness. He groaned playfully and smacked your hand lightly to not hurt you. You laughed and hugged him.

You both feel a strong presence in front of you both and turn to it, it’s a portal, you get up ready to fight whatever comes out until you see a familiar face. You look at the person in confusion. 

“Pete, what are you doing here? The reason I gave you the watch wasn’t for you to tra-" "I know I know but I need your help, ummm ... .so I might have, maybe, sort of, kind of, opened a portal in my dimension ... .maybe more than one…”

You blinked and looked at him. You sigh and pinched the bridge of your nose. “Peter Benjamin Parker I swear to god….” Peter gave you a nervous smile. You sigh and mention for him to move to the side so you can open a portal to his dimension.

Once you open a new portal you look at Five and give him a kiss. “I'll be back, I promise I just have to help the kid. I'll have to take him to Earth 616-B he’s an idiot.” “Hey!” 

You turned around to stare at Peter and playfully glare at him. “I don't want to hear it from you right now pete.” you grabbed his ear and waved at your husband while finally leaving through the portal to Earth 616-B.

Yeah… Now he remembers Earth 616-B. Was he going to tell these weirdos? Fuck no. That was his wife. He was getting tired of being asked the same question and also them trying to torture him. He was ready to just knock himself out with Klaus’s shoulder but he heard a familiar sound. He looked up and saw a portal opening. He sighed in relief, closing his eyes for a moment. He knew it was you. You came out with new clothing on yourself and weapons. You close the portal and look around. You sighed and looked up, probably praying for someone, anyone. When you were coming back you didn’t expect for your husband and your family in law to be tied up like fish.

“Hey now, hey now maybe you could take me and leave them? I mean… I AM the guardian of the multiverse. I could do anything for you guys if you don't kill me?” You slightly smirk. You waved your hand and opened a small portal to show them the different dimensions. The alien commission men looked at each other and nodded their heads. 

“Fine, we can come to a conclusion.” One of them said, you nodded your head and they started asking you questions. Your face turned to a bored face and you froze them. You groaned and looked at the family, your head tilted and you looked at them with an annoyed face. Klaus looked around and sighed dramatically.

“ Well shit! And here I thought for a second you were going to sacrifice yourself to us! Five would have been devastated if you did. The little shit finally gets married and his wife sacrifices her life for us!” Klaus exclaimed looking at Five with a smirk. Five sighs deeply and looks at him with a glare.You smirk and scoff.

“ For all of you guys dumbasses? Never in a million years.” You then point at your husband.”But for THAT dumbass? Anytime. I'll give my life for him.” Five laughs and smirks at you. You shake your head at the family.

“Okay but can you untie us please?” Klaus whines.

[webslingingslasher]

“peter benjamin parker”

“yes, trouble?”

“ur in trouble”

“i wish i was”

SIIIGGGHHHHHHH😪😪😪😪😪😪 i need him

first off, this is gold. very frat!peter.

also, dunno why but all i can think about is trouble finding out peter's middle name.

after sex pillow talk, tracing random shapes on his chest.

"hmm... what about your middle name?"

"benjamin."

squealing, "that is so cute."

"no it's not."

"oh, it so is. you act like some toughie but your middle name is benjamin. i dunno why, but when i hear that name i think of the 'cute as a button' anecdote."

"you're making things up."

in your own world, swirling spirals on his pec.

"peter benjamin parker, peter benjamin, peter benji, petey benjamin."

he can read your mind.

"don't."

"petey benji parker."

"you've turned my name into filth."

"sorry 'bout it, benny."

"do you know how easy it would be to suffocate you with a pillow?"

[kaunis-sielu]

Dangerous Places: 1

You probably should’ve let shit alone. Like, the mob expansion happening wasn’t really any of your business. At least not until they came into your neighborhood and started trying to recruit the kids you looked after.

Then it very quickly became your business.

You’ve decided if you see them talking to Peter again you’re taking your bat and you’re going to make sure they know you mean business. You don’t know what else to do at this point, no way in hell are you going to allow May’s sweet nephew get sucked into a gang. Not on your watch.

You’d seen them two days later, talking to Peter and you’d gotten pissed. It’s an African American man and a white guy with longer brown hair pulled back away from his face. You grab your bat and go flying out of your apartment. You’re on the street before you even know what you’re doing.

“Peter Benjamin Parker! You get your ass inside and get to work on your homework right now.” You snap stepping between him and the two surprised gangsters. “And you two, he is seventeen! Leave him alone!”

“Oh, a little spitfire.” The brunet says, “you wanna handle this one Sam?”

“Ma’am.” Sam starts in a calm tone but you’re not having it.

“I’m sorry I didn’t ask for you to speak to me.” You snap, “he is a child he doesn’t need to be mixed up with gangsters like you!”

“We’re not gangsters.”

“Mobsters. Whatever.” You sneer, “Get out of my neighborhood!”

“Your neighborhood?” The brunet says raising one dark eyebrow. “Listen here lady,”

“No.” You cut him off as Peter tries to gently pull you away. “Peter I swear to god if you don’t get into the building it’s your ass I’m kicking next.”

“See ya round Sam, Bucky.” Peter says and while you scowl at him at least now you know names.

“Next?” Bucky asks with a scoff, and you sneer at him. You hope that your bravado is enough to keep the two at bay.

“Woah, woah, okay ma’am.” Sam says again trying to keep you calm. You raise the bat and glare at him.

“Sam.” Bucky’s voice has gone cold, when you look over at him he’s staring at your wrist. Shit. They know. They know what that means and why you have it. “Peter. Go.” Bucky says and your heart plummets, you follow Peter, walking backwards so you can keep eyes on the two men and so they can’t rush you. You get inside and turn and run, you get to your apartment and lock the door. It’s not until several hours later that you finally breathe a sigh of relief.

You thought you were safe, after waiting for hours for something to happen you thought you were okay. Apparently they were just biding their time because you wake suddenly to two pairs of hands, one pinning your arms to your sides and the other covering your mouth with a sweet smelling rag. You try not to breathe and one laughs,

“You have to breathe eventually sweetheart. Make it easier on yourself and let go.” It’s not the voice of one of the men from today. Shit. Shit. Shit. Hopefully they didn’t tell Hydra where you were.

“Shit she’s holding out for a while.” The second voice says and this one sounds like one of the guys from earlier but you can’t be sure. You struggle a few more seconds before you’re forced to breathe or pass out anyway. You suck in a breath and your vision swims, you manage to stay conscious but feign that you’ve passed out. It’s not hard to fake since you’re clinging to consciousness as it is. The hands lift you and put you over one shoulder of one of the men and then you start moving. They carry you down the stairs and out into the night, you expect to be put in a trunk but instead they put you in the backseat and actually buckle you in.

This is not what you expected. Another body joins you in the back but this one is fully conscious. It’s the second voice.

“Buck, go to the warehouse.”

It’s a long drive, longer than you’d expected but the second that you stop and the door opens you spring into action. You unbuckle, throw the door open and sprint. Never mind that the ground is hard and sharp and you’re not wearing shoes. You’re quick and you took them by surprise but he’s got a height and strength advantage on you as a pair of arms encircle your waist.

“Got the drop on me there little Bunny.” The voice says sounding amused as he effortlessly scoops you off your feet your back pressed to his front. You struggle to get away, you’re not going down or back to Hydra without one hell of a fight, but you might as well be fighting a brick wall. It does you no good and before you know it you’re inside the warehouse and you just know you’re fucked.

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