#obsessive!peterparker

[chiapetkinnie]

Mine

Warnings- unedited, unprotected sex, creampie, possessiveness and obsession. No use of Y/N, Peter kinda forces himself into reader.

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Peter couldn’t take it anymore. How all these guys in your life treated you, and how you just let them. But he loved how you would run to him and cry in his arms. He loved how vulnerable you got around him.

He hated how much he loved you. The way you would get all flustered when someone would compliment you in the slightest bit. Or when his hands would brush against yours. He knew everything about you. He always watched you. No matter what you were doing. He made sure you were okay. How you would call him in the middle of the night to rant about something, and how you would sneak into his house to cuddle because you couldn’t fall asleep.

Peter loved everything about you. He had a whole shrine , a collection of you. Photos he took from his camera. You were beautiful. So beautiful you caught the attention of many guys. And he hated that. He wanted you all to himself. But it seemed that day would never come . His so called best friend got to you first. Peter tried to confess to you countless times, but he always chickened out. So Harry took it as an opportunity to steal you from him. Harry was handsome, rich, funny, no doubt you would say yes to when he asked you out. It also helped that you have been friends since forever.

He hated your relationship with Harry, at first it was sweet, he loved hearing you rant about little things in your relationship and how happy you were. But things started to take a turn. Harry started being an ass, you would run to Peter and cry to him about all the things Harry did, all the things he would say and do that mad you angry. Peter loved it , he loved how your relationship was terrible and he would add in how terrible Harry was and how you should break up with him. But you never would, you cared too much, you always do.

But this, this was Peter’s last straw. Harry was cheating on you with some hot blonde from Italy.

Of course Peter knew, but he didn’t wanna tell you himself, he wanted you to find out and come crawling to him.

“Peter”, you cried out knocking on his window.

Peter quickly let you in and you clung to his chest and cried. “Hey , hey what’s wrong?” He asked hoping his prayers have been answered. “Harry and I broke up.” Peter wipes your tears , “Why you guys were so Happy” He silently smiled. “Apparently not happy enough for him, he cheated on me” You smiled through the tears. “I walked into his room for our Friday night movie dates like we do every week, I brought snacks and everything, and there he was and some blonde chick on top of him,” You wipe your tears look up at Peter. “Did you know about this,” You ask him. Peter shakes his head, “Of course not, I had no idea about any of this, you guys seemed so happy.” He lifts up your chin. “I’ll tell you what, we can have your movie date here okay, just me and you.” Peter smiles.

You and Peter lay on the bed in each other’s arms watching a movie. Peters sits up and calls out your name. You turn towards him. “I just, there’s something I’ve needed to say to you for a while.” You tilt your head curiously , “Okay well, spit it out ”. Peter takes a deep breath, he was finally gonna do it, “ We’ve been friends for like ever, and I need to say that , Well I love you” You smile at him, “ I love you too Peter.” Peter shakes his head, “ No not like that, you don’t love me the way I love you,” he gets closer to you. “Oh” you whisper as he grips your thigh pulling you closer to him, if any closer your lips would touch. “ I just couldn’t stand all these years of all these guys not treating you right, you know I was gonna confess to you but Harry stole you from me. I’m sick and tired of not being able to have you , not being able to love you.” You blink in shock, he leans in to kiss you but you back away.

“ Peter, I just broke up with my boyfriend, who is your best friend, and you try to make a move on me.” You spoke in disbelief. “ I know but-“ Peter tried to say, “ No Peter, I can’t do this with you, not to Harry, not today.” You shook your head. Peter furrowed his brows, “ But he cheated on you, please, I just wanna make you feel good.” He pulls you back towards him and flips himself on top. He leans down and presses soft kisses to your neck. “ Just let me show you how good I can make you feel, how much I love you” He whispers in your ear. “Peter,” you whisper. He locks his lips onto yours. He caresses your face and deepens the kiss, “Please” he pleads. You look up at him and eventually nod your head yes.

Peter smiles and places his lips onto yours, his hands gently moving around your body. He makes his way down to the waist band of your shorts and slips his hand underneath and starts circling your clit. You gasp at his touch. Peter moved his hand down to your entrance and started pumping his fingers in. You let out a soft moan as Peter starts kissing and biting your neck. “ So pretty ,” He says , picking up some speed in his fingers. You try to hold on your moans. Peter pulls his fingers away and grabs your face. “ Don’t hold back your moans baby, I wanna hear you” you nod your head as a response.

You look up at him as he takes unbuckles his pants and takes out his length. Your mouth agape and he smirks. He brushes his thumb over your lips as he pushes himself into your core. Moans escaping both of your mouths from the feeling. He looks you in the eye waiting for your approval to move and you smile. He begins to thrust in and out. Heavy breaths and grunts escape from his mouth. You don’t hold back your moans of pleasure as he lifts up your waist fucking you deeper. You moan out searching for something to grab on. “ Fuck Baby, you feel so good, My sweet girl” he praises. He drops his hands from your waist. “ Turn around” he says . And you do so. His hands roam your body and he slaps your ass. He places a hand on your ass and rubs his dick on your entrance. “ My pretty girl” he says as he slips back inside.

The sound your skin slapping together fills the room.

You grip the bed sheets as he pushes your head down into the pillow. Moans escaping from your lips and praises from his. “My gorgeous girl, your doing so good for me, taking me so well”. Tears form in your eyes from how hard he’s thrusting, “ Harry never fucked you like this, he never loved you like this.” Peter yanked your head back and gripped your chin. “ Harry never made you feel good like this huh.” You shake your head and try to get the words out but you can’t .

Peter's hand makes it’s way back to your clit as he pounds into you. You smile in pleasure and moan as he circles around one more time, releasing your orgasm.

Peter smiled. He had finally won. He was the one. Making you cum, he was the one with his dick deep inside you making you moan like crazy. He was the one watching the way your ass bounced against his dick. He leaned his head back as he came inside and pulled out. Watching his seed drip out.

And he was the one who got to fill you up. He had won.

[spideytorch-hovel]

I'm currently kinda obsessed with Deaf PeterParker spideytorch AU

like Peter who was born Hard of Hearing and got hit in the head so much as Spidey that even the advanced healing couldn't stop him from going completely Deaf

Johnny desperately trying to learn ASL so he can talk to his pal spidey instead of just texting each other when they hang out and absolutely not because he has a massive crush on him

Peter signing about Johnny with Wade and how annoying he is but how he also really likes him and then one day Johnny replied and Peter and Wade are just like :0

Johnny's ASL grammar leaves something to be desired when he asks Peter to be his boyfriend but Peter is so excited and touched that he doesn't care at all

[elletheactualmenace]

About Me!/Masterlist

Call me Elle!! I loveeeee Doctor who, DC, and the MCU. I’ve got new obsessions every week so I might just post random fics about my current obsession lol. Comments and reblogs are highly appreciated!

My requests: Open

And finally! All my works, enjoy!

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angst - ☁︎︎

fluff - ♪

smut - ♥

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Peter Parker

TASM ~

It’s Not Nothing ☁︎︎ ♪

A regular day turns into patching Peter up.

Misty Day Date ♪

A cute, misty, rainy day date with Peter.

I Love Her ☁︎︎

A sad ending to an overextended love story.

Roller Coasters ☁︎︎ ♪

A fun, uneventful day at Coney Island with Peter. But when Peters involved, things are not always uneventful.

Blurb's ~

Dating tasm!PeterParker ♪

Meeting the Parents ♪

MCU ~

You Would Do That For Me? ☁︎︎ ♪

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6 (Coming soon)

You hit two birds with one stone. Helping both you and Peter out in the process. Seems like a good plan, right?

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Matt Murdock

Curls ♪

Matt really likes you’re curly hair

I’ve Got You ☁︎︎

Just some comfort for the saddies

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Bruce Wayne/The Batman

BATTINSON ~

Was It Worth It? ☁︎︎

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7 (coming soonish)

Bruce did something and he is afraid you won’t ever look at him the same.

Showers and Soft Touches ♪

Someone joins you in the shower, and just some cute Bruce moments.

First Time ♥

Your first time with Bruce

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Doctor Who

10TH DOCTOR ~

Amazing ♥

Just some good old smut

Party in France ♪

You and the Doctor go to a Party in France

[chekko-the-boi]

hey guys, this is my intro post! (info below the cut)

where to start? well-

i'm a bi trans kid (not like 5 yrs old but i'm not disclosing my age just know i'm in my teens :p)

sooooo my name is peter (he/him pronouns), but some nicknames/names i'm willing to try out are: chekko (10/10 a cool nickname i like 👍), adam (10/10 i also rly love this name if ya wanna call me it), nikolai (my middle name!), cody (7/10 noice 👌)

some special interests of mine, my hyperfixations basically: arcane- i will rant about this show for hours on end if you listen (even if you don't :p), currently my favorite show ever so yeah, (also i may or may not be in love with vi in her emo phase)- marvel- i love marvel, anything marvel, especially spider-man, bucky barnes, and deadpool [not rly visible but he's on the hat in my pfp lol]- nature- i'm such a sucker for its beauty in every way- video games, gotta love 'em, some faves of mine are terraria, halo, cuphead, before your eyes, inside, project zomboid, and many more! and music- i frickin love music with allllll my heart and soul, and some of my favorite artists are NF (check him out he's great), d4vd, the lumineers, chance peña, and juice wrld, and some of my favorite songs at the moment are remember me by d4vd (yes from arcane), ma meilleure ennemie by stromae (also from arcane, i'm obsessed okay?), st. chroma by tyler, the creator, no church in the wild by jay-z, til kingdom come by coldplay, white ferrari by frank ocean, and 4X4 by travis scott

totally random as well, i got asperger’s, so some stuff like sarcasm ‘goes over my head’ a lot of the time, just a warning :p (also i get overstimulated sometimes and have panic attacks a lot unfortunately, so it’d be great if you’re patient with me while i’m going through that)

if ya wanna add me on some stuff, here are my @'s: ricebucketboi on steam, discord, and playstation (i'd ask that i get to know y'all before becoming friends on these, just cuz) datboipeter on airbuds (for those who wanna see what i'm listenin to) and idk what else i should add, so just ask if you wanna add me on smth else!

everyone is welcome here, except for some dni's- homophobes, transphobes, trump supporters, people spreading hate, and purely nsfw blogs- you get the gist- thanks!

also, my main blog is @the-real-peterparker, so i will like and follow from there!

oh, and ask me stuff! love to hear from you guys

anything else you guys want me to add to this post, hit me up and i'll edit it :D

[talesfromasnarkylisa]

Lacey: Chapter 6

August 3, 2023

It was Thursday afternoon. I completed the Music Refined editor application in the morning before work, so all I had to do was to submit it. Once I did that, I worked on editing a video. I hadn’t uploaded to YouTube in forever and I was losing subscribers. What I didn’t expect to see was an onslaught of hate comments. 

Ladybugfan (2 hours ago): go fuck yourself.

Peterparking (3 hours ago): I’m sure you wouldn’t go behind a rival editor’s back to make fun of them watching a kid’s show, Mr. Grammar Freak?

loverstanner (6 hours ago): What is with you and your obsession to make teenagers sob themselves to sleep over overblown mistakes

Coderguy (10 hours ago): Hello James hope you had fun breaking Lovergirl’s heart

They were varied, but all had one thing in common: bringing up old drama. Some talked about my previous tendency to talk shit about publication editors. Others mentioned my needless roasting of a beginner writer’s one small typo to the point of bringing them to tears. And that wasn’t even getting into my relationship with Betty. Good lord, is that something I do not want to get into.

I didn’t bother to go through all the comments. There were just too many. But I did check the video analytics. Lo and behold, many of these commenters were also former subscribers of mine. I also checked my Twitter analytics. My old controversies really still bit me in the ass.

Darian and I met up at the park later on. He was finished his voice work for the week and I needed a break from dealing with all the hate comments.

“How’s it going, James?” asked Darian.

“Done with the Music Refined application,” I told him, “which is nice.”

“That’s awesome!” a giddy Darian smiled.

We sat on a wooden bench close to the river. 

“I guess,” I adjusted my shirt. “But I’m not sure if I’ll get in. Besides, people are still bringing up my old drama.”

Darian sighed.

“Let’s be real here,” he pointed out. “You were pretty obnoxious last year. Even just a few months ago, there was still that whole argument where you got petty over a fanart of you with a streamer the artist didn’t know you hated.”

“That streamer was one of Augusta’s lackeys,” I said.

“It’s not like he knew that,” responded Darian.

I started feeling increasingly frustrated with my oblivious friend.

“If Noah did any sort of research, any Google search-” I nearly lashed out.

“This isn’t easily searchable,” said Darian. “The most Izzy publicly did was say she liked Augusta’s art and hoped Augusta would find a good therapist. To an outsider, it’s probably not a big deal.”

“Fine,” I calmed down. 

Darian was right. There’s a reason I had to apologize for my spat with Noah and backed down. 

“Let’s talk about something else!” exclaimed Darian.

“Like what?” I wondered.

“I read this article on the Guardian about this hilarious scambait that lasted five months,” said Darian.

“Tell me more,” I responded. I’ve always loved stories of good scambaits.

Darian began telling me the story. It all started with a man named John. John was an IT support guy tired of being single, so he went onto Tinder to have a little fun. Sure enough, he found a perfectly sculpted young woman named Brigid. Or so she presented as. John’s next few DMs with her made it pretty clear she (if she was even a she) was just a scammer. From the instant desire to marry to a fascination with cryptocurrency, anyone with a functioning brain should have been able to figure out their bluff. This obviously included John.

Did John just block the fake profile and move on with his life? No. He was a very bored man and this alleged woman had a very checkered online dating record. John tried his hand at scambaiting. The guy gave them the most absurd of responses. When they told him he was a duke’s son, he always corrected them to say he was the long-lost king. Whenever they told him to buy NFTs, he sent them videos about the dangers of NFTs. 

John spent a lot of his free time wasting their time to prevent them from scamming others. But all perversely enjoyable things come to an end and so did this. After almost half a year of cat-and-mouse, Brigid gave up. They then nuked their Tinder profile.

After hearing about the story of John from Darian, I contemplated to myself: what if I could be like John? Find someone to try to scam me, and then turn that back around on them and write about it for clout. I could make hundreds of thousands. But how would I find that person anyhow? It seemed very time consuming. I had multiple jobs to work, not to mention a potential editor position that would take even more time.

All of the sudden, I started thinking of Lacey. In our last few in-server conversations, she seemed to like me a lot. She sent me a bunch of smiley face emojis after a joke I made and asked me questions about my favorite song lyrics. 

A plan came to mind: manipulate her to do shady things and make myself out to be the victim. I dismissed the thought at first. She’s just a nobody, I told myself. On the other hand, most scammers are nobodies anyways. 

What would be the harm when she deserved it?

(Wattpad version: https://www.wattpad.com/1483652157-lacey-chapter-6)

[peanut-butter-parkerxx]

Mood Board Masterlist

Tom Holland:

performer!tom

rockstar!tom

dark academia!tom

prince!tom

Peter Parker

late night adventure

subway boy

cozy winter

domestic!peter

theme park (ft. ned and mj)

other:

peter and gwen

mood board requests are opened!

Outerbanks and marvel cast/characters only!

[incorrect-assvengers]

*Steve walks in the room*

Peter: This is so cool Karen play Brooklyn's here.

[moonvis]

The moment you find out your mom saw Tom Holland (most likely) playing Billie Elliot, when she visited London years back

She told me how good he was at dancing...

[fearlesssometimez]

Last song: locked out of heaven by Bruno mars

Favorite color: would it be basic if I said Blue? Maybe navy blue or cerulean

Currently watching: the walking dead on donnieflix

Last movie: space heroes the odyssey

Currently reading: Hamato clan secret tomes ( karai found them and gave them to me after reading them )

Spicy cause it’s very tasty

Relationship state: single and going to therapy please keep away from me thanks !

Current obsession: training with Mikey because he is unpredictable!

Last googled: “shell repair how” Donnie helped me after hacking my phone!

Working on: hamato magic stuff and help me Japanese is hard

I am very bad at tagging and midnight mochii tagged everyone I know so I will randomly do it @denerturee @deadpoolsheik @spideycentral @spidermanspiderman-blog @peterparker @monkey @moonnyxs

Nine people I want to get to know better

Tysm @444rockstargf for the tag!!

Last song: In the air tonight- Phil Collins

Favorite Color: Forest green

Currently Watching: Supernatural

Last movie: Fallen (1998)

Currently Reading: Carrie by Stephen King and a Dean Winchester fic called As it Was on Wattpad

Sweet, Spicy, or Savory?: Spicy 100%

Relationship: Single as FUCK

Current Obsession: Scripting for/thinking about my drs (specifically all my ones for Rory Characters and my Dean Winchester dr)

Last googled: Dean Winchesters birthday (notice a pattern??)

Currently working on: A request from a very dear friend +lots of fic ideas

Tags (sorry if you’ve already been tagged, no pressure <3): @kappasbbgirl @iiheartsai @facingreailitysgravity @angelsanarchy @wildathevrt @svgarcaine @strawberrybyers @violetshazard @k1mdr4cul4

[cosmal]

okay tasm!peter parker thought!!! he’s obsessed with touching your face. like, when you’re talking about something he’ll just randomly grab your face and smoosh your cheeks. he’ll boop or kiss your nose at random times. most importantly, when he’s kissing you he’ll be holding your face, his big hands on your cheeks guiding your head so he can kiss you better. omg

doughnuts

summary you're really excited about doughnuts. peter really wants to kiss you.

content tasm!peterparker x fem!afab!reader

note this is my first time writing for tasm!peter please forgive me if it sucks.

For the first time in a while, you come home after work with enough excitement to light up the entire flat.

Peter's sitting up in his bed reading when you find him. All things soft with rumpled hair, his clothes even worse, reading glasses perched on the end of his nose. You're not sure if he really needs them anymore, but he likes to wear them to keep an ounce of normalcy.

"Hi," you chirp when he notices you. He dog-ears his book and puts it down almost immediately. You beam.

"Hi, baby," he seems just as happy to see you as you do him. Though, there's a buzz to you that Pete lacks. You think if you got home twenty minutes later he would've been napping.

You move across his room while pushing your work skirt down your legs. Peter's heart skips when it looks like you might trip and he tries to keep his eyes off your soft thighs. You rifle through his draws to find one of his shirts to wear, unbuttoning your own blouse in the process.

"How was your day?" you ask, holding up a shirt to your nose. You choose it because it smells more like your boyfriend than the others.

Peter crumples his face, trying not to laugh. "It was good. Didn't do much - you?"

You say something while pulling the shirt over your face that Pete can't discern. You all but jump into his lap when you reach him. Hooking your thighs over his lap until you're face to face.

He allows you to get comfy, pushing your knees into his side while he sits up, hands finding their place on your hips. "Hello," he says again, much quieter now that you're in his space. You look adorable in his shirt and your work tights.

"Did you hear me?" you ask, basically pulsing with giddy energy. You push your fingers under the hem of his shirt and he short-circuits for a moment.

He blinks. "You had your face in your shirt."

"Right," you giggle, a girlish sound that Peter wants seared in his brain, "I said, you know the food truck around the block?"

"You'll have to be more specific," he says, squeezing at your hips.

"The one that shut down."

"Oh, right. The Jam Van," he laughs knowingly. You'd moped for almost a month when they closed. You were inconsolable.

"Yeah," you grin, poking his chest, "yeah, they reopened!"

You're smiling so hard Peter worries that you'll get stuck like that. With your eyebrows raised and your cheeks appled. He thinks he needs to hold your face like right now.

He lets his hands leave your hips and raises them to hold your cheeks. Your skin is warm under his touch like he expected. "That's great, baby."

You ignore his hands. "Right? It's amazing."

Peter pushes your cheeks together until your lips pout outwards. He thinks you look extremely cute. Even worse when you try to frown and it just looks like a smooshed mess. He wants to laugh but you look peeved.

"Pete," you try to say. It comes out all mumbled.

"Yeah?" he says, distracted by your puffy face.

You pull your face from his hands and struggle a bit. Holding his arms to his chest you say, "Are you even listening to me?"

"The Jam Van," he says nodding. Smarmy.

"Right," you say, still mildly upset, "they're open right now if you wanna..."

"You wanna go get doughnuts?" he asks with his arms still pinned to his body. His hands wriggle to touch you.

"Can we?" you ask, eyes wide with hope. Peter wishes he had his camera with him.

"Can I kiss you first?" he grins boyishly. You wish you had a better resolve. He's awfully pretty and you really want doughnuts.

You let his arms go, huffing like kissing him is a difficult task. "If you really want." You have to hold back a laugh.

He reaches his hands back up to your cheeks and gives them another squeeze, "Of course, I want to."

You let him guide your face down to meet his lips, huffing into his mouth once they meet. You go lax in his lap when he presses firmer, spreading his fingers over your warming cheeks. He tilts your face upwards so he has better access to slip his tongue in your mouth. You whine when he has you exactly where he wants. Putty in his hold, holding you close by your soft cheeks.

You pull away from his lips, blinking away the dizziness. "Pete," you say panting.

Peter licks his lips, "Yeah?"

You push your face into his neck to hide the way he so obviously makes you feel, holding onto his sleep shirt for dear life. You try to even out your breathing and fail.

"You okay, love?" he asks. There's a hint of smartassery you don't miss. He's awful.

"Yeah," you say a tad breathlessly. "Yeah."

He kisses your shoulder and you shudder. His ego swells tenfold. "You sure?"

You take a moment to compose yourself, hating yourself for being so pliable. You sit back to look him in the eye. "So," you say with a confidence you lack, "Jam Van?"

Peter laughs and catches your face again. You like it much more than the first time. "That felt like coercion ."

"You asked to kiss me!" you say bewildered, pushing at his chest with not enough force than you feel is deserved.

"You tricked me," he laughs with you, letting you paw at his chest. It's quite adorable, really.

"Whatever," you say with more heat than you mean, a smile tugging at your red lips. You untangle yourself from his lap and stand to walk away. "I'll get my own jam doughnuts."

Peter smacks your ass before you can get away and you gasp. "Peter Parker!"

"You can't go out like that."

"I'll do what I like!" you call from the other end of the hallway.

Peter chases you around the flat until he gets you in his arms. The doughnuts wait for a few more hours.

[fcknstar]

hi babe! yup i do actually! i just havent really thought of any ideas, so itd be a pleasure for me to work on your imagine request! but yes, if youd like, i can think of some soon! /// I'm glad you write dark stuff... could you write about harry being a stalker, obsessive, needy, possessive and jealous of the reader? (female reader)

hihi!! thank you for the request, the ending has mentions of bj and if you dont like it you can skip that! im not entirely sure if youll like this but here you go! i might do a redo to this, not entirely sure tho.

,, our own needs "

harryosborn x reader x peterparker

a.n : when i got the request, i was quite excited. its abit challenging but it was fun to work on nonetheless! this is my very very first time writing smut btw!

warnings : possession/obsession/stalker-like-behaviour/needy/jealous harry osborn (thats a mouthful, literally) , MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! , oral sex (m receiving) , masturbation , slight peter parker x reader , lmk if i missed some.

**lowercase intended**

harry seemed like a normal ceo, one that looks strict with a constant expression on which was hardly ever readable. you, being his assistant hardly ever got to know harry. you were just carrying out your job and wanted to get it over quick. harry has 'thrown' himself onto you multiple times, but you were quick to dismiss it thinking that he was probably joking around wanting to keep things professional with him. 

what you didnt know was that harry liked you, a lot. probably too much that he knows every detail in your life, what you liked, what you hated, who dated you and so on. what didnt help was the his penthouse was opposite your apartment. he basically saw everything that happened as your apartment was a level lower from his.

" f-fuck, (y/n) " harrys hips buckled into his fist. he tried his hardest to contain his moans, but the images of you changing clouded his mind edged further into his climax. it wasnt his first time masturbating at the thought of you naked, on top of him and tearing him apart or pictures of you that he took without your acknowledgement. he knew hed be damned if you were to find out about his dirty little secrets. as much as he wants to destroy you, he cant help but find himself crumble under your touch. 

he didnt know whether it was his hormones changing or the way you knew how to get him weak on his knees. what really did it for him was when you came to work in those filthy black dress that hugged your figure perfectly. the way he had to hold himself back and learn self control before he could even rip your dress apart to fuck you deep and slow, show you who you belong to. but again, it was only his imagination of you that kept him going. as much as he wanted to keep things professional between you both, he couldnt help but imagine the drama and mess that could happen if you found him moaning your name while touching his needy self or worse, someone walking into the whimpering mess you are while harrys in you. 

while harry felt a knot deep in his stomach, he saw a cctv camera from his desk, you and someone walking towards the entrance of his office. cursing under his breathe, he had to quickly clean and zip himself up knowing how embarrassed he would be if you and someone foreign were to see him fucking his fist. he felt deeply uncomfortable not being able to release such pain and pleasure he was currently feeling. and there you walked in, with peter parker. right, he was deep in thought of you that he had forgotten his appointment with peter. 

" sir, peter parker. " you had missed the way his gaze faltered when you addressed him so highly. the way your voice intoxicated him that he knew he was about to cum on the spot. swallowing harshly and walking towards you and peter not realizing how wobbly he was, knocked down a vase of his desk. 

" m sorry, just abit clumsy right now " harry let out a breathy laugh when he saw you walking towards him with such concern in your eyes. 

" you okay? " again, it wasnt like he didnt get enough attention from everyone, but the way you showed such sweet concern towards him made him want more. when he saw you kneeling down to help clean the shattered glass, he felt his heart beat faster and vision beginning to blur out. 'so this is how she looks like..' he thought. 

but once you picked up a piece of glass, harry stopped you. insisting that he was able to call a cleaner up to clear the mess. nodding, you left the two boys alone. 

" bye peter " you gave a little wave towards peter. peters gaze softened, seemingly pleased that you acknowledged him. harry didnt like the way peters gaze followed you out of the door. for a man who got everything in his life, he seemed very jealous of peter. you had never seen peter in your life, and now you are all over peter? waving goodbye to him?

turning around to face harry, peter was quick to notice harrys hard look. 

" my assistant, shes very.. " as harry was about to compliment every part of you, wanting to make it clear that you are his and his only, peter cuts him off. 

" very beautiful. " harry merely let out a nod, feeling abit too tense. harry and peter had a long conversation about harrys new military body armor that he was going to work on. 

when peter walked out of the door after talking to harry, he bumped into you. 

" hi. " peter breathed out. he didnt know your name, remembering that you were only referred to as harrys assistant. the only reason why harry didnt want to mention your name was because he felt the need to protect such an angelic name, and wanted to be the only one to moan it while thinking about you. 

" hi peter. " you greeted back. it felt as if peter was in a trance when he didnt say anything. laughing quietly, you went around peter to get into harrys office. but before you could even get to it, peter stopped you. you felt your whole body tense up when you felt peters hand touch your stomach. you knew how attractive peter was upon meeting him, how slim and built he was. how gentle his hand touched you. looking up at him, you quirked an eyebrow. 

" your name? " 

" oh, (y/n). " peter voiced your name out repeatedly in his mind. when peter placed his hand down, you were about to walk past him when he stopped you again. 

" heres my number, i want to get to know you more. " it sounded more like a question than an actual statement. when he placed the crumpled paper with his number in your palm, he smiled when you didnt reject it. 

" will do. " you whispered, waving him goodbye.

walking into harrys office, you notice him drinking down a shot of alcohol. it was barely five and hes already drinking. 

when harry felt a presence behind him, he turned. 

" oh, its you " he didnt mean to come off as rude but the images of you and peter interacting outside his office infuriated him. he was always watching you. 

" uhm, yea its me? anyways, i was about to inform you that you have nothing else planned for the day. " you looked up from your tablet, making sure you got it right. harry caught on to your first sentence, he heard how hurt you were but it was probably just his imagination. 

nodding in acknowledgment he walked towards you. when he was close enough, he cant help but smell the cherry scent you had on. grabbing the tablet off your hand and placing it on the nearby desk, he let his hand fondle with your arms, rubbing it slowly. harrys love eyes for you had turned to something more than that and was jealousy-drunk despite drinking. harry needed a few shots to make the alcohol take effect, so he was moderately sober. 

he let his mind wild free and began holding you close to him and began swaying from side to side to the nonexistent music. being confused, you pulled away, your action angering harry. 

" sir, i don't think itd be- " 

" shh. all i need is you, so please " harry had barely rasped out. he didnt care about anything as his only focus was on you. 

" you can tell me to stop if you dont want it, okay? " harry began to hold you, resting his right arm on your head, playing with your hair, with his other hand on your waist, thumb gently rubbing circles.

and there you were, letting your guard down. you didn't realize how much you liked harry, to blinded in the duties of work. when he felt you lean into his touch, he couldnt help but smile, planting kisses on the crown of your head. 

harrys lips then moved towards your cheek, planting a peck. you didnt know what you wanted at the moment, too unsure about the consequences if you let this continue, but you were also dazed to care as the man you wanted dearly was finally giving you what you wanted. 

harry then held your face with his hands. your expression was unreadable. you could tell that harry was very hesitant to kiss you. i mean, harry did say that you could ask him to stop if you didn't want any of it, but he was still unsure. helping harry understand you better, your arms snacked around his neck making his arms move to your waist, smashing your lips onto his. the moment felt so unreal, it wasnt like his imagination, it was better. as much as he wanted to fight for dominance, he moaned into your mouth when you bit his bottom lip. allowing entrance quickly he leaned you against the desk, trying to stabilize you better. he let you take control quickly and it was so out of his character because one would think that he is very dominant, but with a single touch he was soon crumbling under your touch. he tried to deepen the kiss, as if you are the last thing on earth that can make him survive. as if you are the oxygen he needs. when he heard you moan when he placed his knee in between your legs, he swore he felt his whole body heat up. 

pulling away to catch your breath, harry leaned towards your neck, hands gripping your hair to grant him more excess to your neck. it was as if he was a vampire and dearly needed blood. the way he sucked your neck, leaving tender kisses and bruises on it, marking you immediately. you have slept with a few people, but they didn't feel like this. you felt like you were in heaven with the way harry touched you. you have neglected your feelings way too well to not realize the way your heart yearned for harry. pushing harry of off you confused him. why did you want to stop now? noticing an office chair near you, you pushed harry down. climbing onto his lap, you began attacking his neck.

" f-fuck (y/n) " placing his hand onto your waist to try and pull your body closer to his. he cant help remind himself of his own whereabouts, his office. part of him is slightly eager to find out what were to happen if you both gets found out, but part of him wants this moment to be uninterrupted. but he couldnt contain himself when you knew how to push him over the edge. he felt you grind against his growing erection, you played with him like you knew how to please him. climbing off his lap and kneeling down in front of him, harry tried to keep eye contact. your expression questioning him for consent and without a doubt he whimpered a 'please'

without wasting time, you unzip his pants which showed you off a better outline of his dick. pulling his pants down enough, you take his erection in your hand. 

" oh god, fuck " it felt even better than he imagined. his body shivered when your thumb glide over his tip, thats already sticky with precum. 

" please (y/n), fucking please " harry begged to be destroyed. 

" just one gentle touch and youre already a whimpering mess.. " you whispered to no one at all, but harry heard it and replied with another strangled moan. " i wonder howd you react if i put you in my mouth " you continued, he loved the way you teased him. pumping him slowly, you began placing soft kisses onto his tip. 

" fuck, better than i have imagined " he saw how dark you gaze became. 

" imagined? why imagine when you have the real thing in front of you? " harry felt his body go limp and the immense amount of pleasure was throwing him off the boat. with every hard and fast pump, he felt a familiar knot in his stomach that he felt earlier in the day. that was when you finally put his whole into your mouth. you couldnt lie to yourself, you were enjoying it. the guys that ever slept with you only wanted to dominate you and not vice versa. although you did enjoy it, this experience was new to you. hollowing your cheeks out and began sucking harshly, harry tried to contain himself and stop himself from cumming, which from his end was tough considering the way you toyed around with him. due to his loud moans, you stopped. pulling away, you saw needy harry was. harry felt lonely and empty without any contact with you. 

" shh, if you want me to continue, you have to be a good boy and shut it " 

" please i want you " untying his tie that he had on, you rolled it small enough to put into harry mouth. 

going back to your previous actions, you began sucking hard and pumping what your mouth couldn't take. that was when you felt harry grip onto your hair. you enjoyed it, the hair pulling. it did turn you on, making you moan against his dick. harry, feeling the vibrations of your moan on his dick, moaned loudly into his tie. feeling his dick twitch multiple times, you released. 

" cum for me sir. " was what did it for him. webs of cum began painting your mouth, and you didnt waste anytime tasting it. the sight of you on your knees, with his cum all over you made harry feel different. it was all real, he reminded himself. he finally had you, after seeing you go out on dates with multiple guys. 

[petrparkrslut]

amoeba

you and peter still act like highschool sweathearts after years of being together. both of you have no intentions of ever changing.

amoeba by clairo

pairings: tasm!peterparker x fem!reader

warnings: fluff fluff fluff overload, happy couple, a writer who hasn’t written in two months

wc: 1k (quick write)

Your body glistens in the natural glow of being loved as you season the pasta in your pot. Every shake of salt you add into the sauce is done with overflowing love for the person its being made for. You love cooking for Peter, and he loves how excited you get each time he tells you how amazing it is.

Your skin is covered by an ivory cami that sits tightly across your torso. The small top is paired with an innocent pair of cotton panties, the baby pink material complimented by its small line of lace sewn in around the outsides.

Your throat softly hums the tune coming from your dad's old record player, hips gently moving to the sound. Clairos voice harmonizes around the space of you and Peter's apartment, volume cranked so high up you worry the old speakers will crash out. 

“Aren't you glad that you reside, in a hell and in disguise? Nobody yet everything, a pool to shed your memory,” you sing along softly as your painted toes dance around the kitchen tile. A section of hair falls loose from your claw clip at the movement, and lays delicately against your sun kissed shoulder. 

One of Peter's favorite things about you was the way you always seemed to look sunkissed. Even in the winter, when you come home with a ruby red nose and frozen fingers. You are walking sunshine to that boy, and he couldn't get enough of it.

“Could you say you even tried? You haven't called your family twice,” you reach for the strainer as you continue to sing along, “i can hope tonight goes differently. But I show up to the party just to leave.”

You carefully pour the hot pasta through the strainer. You know if that water even so much as pecked that perfect skin of yours Peter would be all over trying to make sure you feel better. Part of you wanted to spill a little bit of the hot water on your hands so that his lips would kiss the skin over and over again until you felt good as new.

Peters keys work to open the door, the muffled sounds of your favorite song muffled through the wood. He grins to himself at your antics; knowing that the speakers are cranked up to their highest volume. 

He walks in equipped with his favorite bag (the one you made him for your second anniversary) and a beautiful bouquet of flowers. He kicks his lanky shoes off by the door, and lines them up perfectly next to yours because he knows how much you hate a mess.

He walks further into the apartment, locking his eyes on his girl. Your hair was clipped messily into your favorite clip, a bright white tank hugging your figure and an adorable pair of pink undies to go with it. He can't help but smile at the woman in front of him, admiring your features. Your back is faced to him as you mix your homemade blush sauce into the pasta, the freckle on your butt peeking out. 

Your voice, angelic to him, sings out the rest of the lyrics as your hips sway back and forth unknowingly. The stretch marks on your back peek out from underneath the camisole, another one of Peter's favorites. You've had them for ages, and god did you hate them before you met him. He adores them. He thinks theyre perfectly you, and some of the most unique stretch marks he's ever seen.

He loves the way they show your growth into the beautiful woman you are today. He sees them as a mark of your maturity, an artifact of your creation. Maybe that's just one man's opinion, but boy did he love you for all you had.

He sneaks up behind you as you continue to mix with your favorite wooden spoons. His chest flutters once he notices the two bowls set out beside you, obsessing over the fact that one of those bowls was for him. 

His arms snake around your waste lovingly, along with a gentle kiss on the cheek as your back presses against his chest. 

You jump at the sudden touch, yet immediately melt into the familiar hold once you realize who it is. 

“Peter!” you rest the spoon against the pot the moment you feel him around you. Your arms wrap around his neck into a blissful hug at his unexpected presence. You love when he's home early.

“Hi ladybug,” he hugs you back immediately as the scent of your food catches his attention. “It smells amazing.”

“I know! It turned out so good this time Peter. Wait til you see the color of the blush sauce. It's perfect. You'll love it. Why are you home early?” you turn the volume down as you pour the pasta into the two separate bowls.

“I missed you bug, it's friday and i feel like i haven't seen you all week. And I know the flowers from a couple of weeks ago are starting to die out, so I got some new ones for you,” you turn back around to come face to face with a beautiful bouquet of flowers. Different colored carnations and pops of babys breath flowers were held tight in his hands, a small bow holding the bunch together. Your heart melts at the sight of them.

“They're beautiful, I love them. Thank you so much. They're perfect,” you smile as he hands them to you. His small gestures make your stomach flip. They've never stopped, no matter how long you've stayed together. He still treats you how he did when you first started dating.

“Lets eat, yeah? You can tell me all about this new and improved blush sauce,” he gives you a cheeky smile as he wraps his arms around your lower back. Your foreheads pressed together once your own arms hurried back around his neck. No matter how close you are to him you always seem to miss his touch. His lips are pressed to yours in an instant, the sound of your favorite song and the smell of fresh flowers and homemade meals surrounding your home.

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[vendettaparker]

Brutal [P.P]

summary: just some group chat crack

warnings: swearing, mentions of sex

a/n: just a little smau cus i’m bored and i’m obsessed with making these :))

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[hollandsmushroom]

can I please get a 🙌🏻 for your sleepover! Recs for Tom angst to fluff please! i am too obsessed with angst to fluff oops

OOOH, this is a good one, I love angst to fluff so I have quite a few recs!

Torn Leaves, Broken Hearts by @t-lostinworlds This fic is just absolutely stunning, the parts with the angst just tore my heart to shreds I actually had to put it down for a second but then it just has the best ending.

Lonely Hearts by @lauras-collection This fic is just so beautifully written it felt like my abandonment issues had been put in front of me and then fixed with fluffy sex

Reckless by @starknik22 This fic is a roller coaster of jealousy and slut-shaming that will have you fuming and sad at some parts but then just very much in love.

Long Distance by @peterparkers-bad-youtube-apology This fic just idk hurt me with its well written and eloquent attack to the emotional cardiovascular system and I have yet to recover

His Last Name Next To Mine by @loveaffaire This fic made me consider changing my last name when(or if) I ever get married and that is not something i have ever considered before so I think that just shows the power of the writing.

False God by @spidernerdsblog This fic hurted me and then made me smile and I think that is really the core of what you are looking for in an angst to fluff!

Just Give Me A Minute To Hold My Girl by @waitimcomingtoo This is a fic that i have read and re read and re re read more times than I can count and it never, NEVER EVER gets any less brilliant and heartbreaking and then soft. It is truly top notch.

I hope I have provided you with some quality hurt comfort fics, these are just a few of my faves that I could think of and it by no means means that these are the only ones I like, there is so much more brilliance out there that I just haven't read or slipped my mind.

Its Complicated  pt 2 by @/spidernerdsblog This fic, well both of these fics are just works of art that I love so so much and that I truly believe deserve all the love in the world. Not only are they some of my fave angst to fluff but also top tier fave frat!tom

Join my sleepover

[munsonboy]

@fatandnerdy30 this is amazing!! Omg I absolutely love this!! Thank you for doing another part to it!🤩❤️

Loki Helps a Boy

So this is the second installment to Loki Finds a Boy which so many people have been asking for. So I hope you like it!

@lokiismyhubby @laurenandloki @gt-marvel

It had been a two weeks since Peter had been found by Loki and the boy found he wasn't as scary as people made him out to be. He was curious and overly mischevious. But he had made sure not to be seen by the giant as he traversed the overly large tower. He had a few near sightings on his journeys to acquire the things his uncle needed for his sick aunt.

But it seemed like it wasn't enough, because May kept sicker. He sat by her bedside leg bouncing as he stared at her ashen face. Her breathing was heavy and raspy and when she coughed it sounded like sandpaper was trying to escape her lungs. Grabbing the towel from her forehead, Peter wet it again and placed it on her face half expecting it to sizzle with how hot to the touch she was.

Peter couldn't sit here any more and do nothing! He had to get help. Whatever help he could get. Running from the room he slammed into his Uncle Ben who looked shocked to see him. "What's wrong, Peter? Is May all right?"

"She-she's all right...but she just keeps getting sicker...I need to find help." He ran around Ben and ran to grab his bag and shoes, ignoring the wide eyed Ben.

"Peter if you're doing what I think you're doing it's not a good idea! If the humans spot you, they'll squish you flat! I won't let that happen to you!" The man reached for the boy' shoulder, but he just dodged him.

"I've already met one of them, Ben! He was nice and let me go...I think he'll do that again." Or at least Peter hoped that he would be coming back for May's sake. It was with that hope he ignored Ben's pleas and ran from the tiny home in the walls.

Using the beams and concrete ledges, Peter managed to make it to where he climbed down what seemed like so long ago now. Wiping his nose the boy dropped his rope and watched it land on the same shelf he thought he would lose his life on, but had made a friend instead.

Wedging his hook into the vent, Peter began to climb down, grunting a little bit from how tired he was from staying up as long as he could while Ben was running onto the garden floor to gather the herbs that weren't working on May.

"Well, well. You finally show again, little one." Loki's voice snapped Peter from his thoughts as he turned his head to see the black haired man staring at him from a chair with amusement. "I thought you had forgotten about me. You cut me to the quick." Loki placed a hand over his heart and smirked, but it died when Peter didn't laugh. Instead he stared at the man with watery eyes, his lower lip trembling. The giant rose quickly and made his way over to the boy, concern written on his face. "What is it?"

"My aunt....she....she's really sick and not getting better...I didn't know what to do, so I came here, but now I'm thinking it was a bad decision to come here...." Peter shimmied his way down to the shelf to give his arms a rest as he stared up at Loki's face. "Please...can you help me?"

"What are her symptoms, little one?"

"She's gray, her skin is hot and she's coughing a lot, her breathing is harsh like there's something in her lungs...I dont know what to do! I...I can't lose her...Ben can't lose her either." Looking up at the man, Peter fell to his knees. "Please....I have nowhere else to turn."

Loki smiled kindly and placed his hand up to the shelf, palm up. "Fear not little one. I do by chance know a way to help her, but...there is a catch." He sighed and shook his head. "I don't know if you are desperate enough, but it involves meeting someone else...perhaps multiple Midgardians."

Tp say Peter was shocked was putting it lightly. Would he have to meet the person? Or people? "What...what are Midgardians?"

It took a few seconds before Loki laughed low in his throat. "I forget you live on Midgard, so you would not know of their other name, but they are humans, which I am not. I am Asgardian, the prince of Asgard, brother to Thor."

The boy stared at Loki in shock while taking a step onto the man's palm timidly. He was speaking to a prince?! "I-I-I didn't know Mr. Loki! Should I be calling you 'your highness' or something like that?" Slowly he made his way into the man's hand, still a little nervous around the man's fingers that could literally crush him with so little pressure. So when Loki gave him a look, he tensed afraid he'd hurt the man's feelings.

"You will call me Loki, young Peter. I like you so you do not have to call me as such. As for the others living here...they show me no respect and Stark is the worst with his names..." The god shivered and brought Peter close to his chest as he started walking. "I will bring you to meet doctor Banner, for he is the most familiar with human illnesses. I do not trust the others to care for your aunt." Ever since his first meeting with the doctor's alter ego he had gained a certain respect for the man.

Beginning a brisk pace, they left the room and making sure no one was around before he started for the elevator. He didn't want to stop and explain Peter's existence especially when the boy seemed to be more than worked up about the woman's condition.

"I hope he knows what happened and how to treat May," the tiny boy said. He was gripping onto Loki's fingers like a life line, his limbs shaking as he felt the wind in his hair with each of the man's steps.

"I'm sure he knows. Just explain her symptoms to him as you did to me." Loki sent a reassuring look down to the boy who looked frightened. "Are you all right?" Peter nodded, though his lips were tightly sealed which made the prince smile. "Would it help if I did this?" Bringing the boy closer to his body he secured his hand this way there was no way he would be able to fall.

Feeling the heat behind him made the boy open his eyes and look to see green fabric pressed against him. He turned his eyes upward and saw the bottom of the man's chin and little else. And believe it or not, Peter did feel safer knowing that Loki was protecting him so he slowly let go of the fingers and sat back and was actually able to enjoy the breeze, smiling a bit. 'This feels nice,' he thought as he sighed letting the beating of the giant's heart under and behind him calm him down as well.

Loki tried to pay little attention to the being leaning into his chest as he made his way to the elevator. "You are not allowed past the thirtieth floor," Friday reminded him making the man roll his eyes.

"Yes I know you dimwitted machine. You tell me every time I enter this infernal contraption. Take me to Banner."

"I can't do that, Reindeer Games," the machine replied making Peter giggle. "He is on the fortieth floor."

"Then tell him to come to me you daft waste basket!" With a huff he stormed off the elevator and made his way back to his room. I swear that idiotic mainframe is trying to make me go insane." He then brought his hand up to his face, scowling at Peter who stared at him in shock.. "And what were you laughing at in there, hmm?"

The boy's face went red and he stared down at Loki's palm. "Sorry...I thought the name was funny."

"You would. That was one of the names Stark made up when we were in Germany. He was making fun of my helmet, it had long horns adorning it."

"I'll bet it looked really cool! Not like a reindeer at all!" Peter tried to make up for his laughing wich made Loki narrow his eyes and sigh.

"You are forgiven. This time. For now we must await the arrival of Dr. Banner." Loki walked back into his room to find his brother sitting on his bed staring at the door.

"Brother! Why do you have need of a doctor? Are you sick? Injured?" Thor got up and rushed to Loki's side, completely missing the small boy in his palm and began patting Loki down, much to the smaller's disapproval.

"I am fine, Thor...I do not need the doctor." He took a look at Peter, seeing how scared he was but the small being had agreed to this. "This boy does." Finally Thor brought his gaze down to his brother's hand and his eyes went wide.

"Is that...a borrower?" He was whispering but his voice still boomed. "I have only heard stories of them! How ever did you manage to capture it?" Thor went to poke Peter, but Loki brought his other hand up to block the impending finger.

"I did not capture him. He came to me of his own volition, isn't that right young Peter?" The by who was too scared to say anything just nodded. "See? Now stop scaring him and back away." He glared at Thor until he did that. He swore his brother was the thickest idiot of them all. How did he get the offer of King before Loki?

"I truly am sorry, little one. I did not mean to scare you. I was simply excited to see one of your kind. Please accept my apology." Thor bowed his head and Peter stood there looking dumbfounded as he nodded.

"S-sure..." Was a human apologizing to him!? He knew the people of this tower were weird, but this took the cake!

"Loki, I swear if you called me up here because you turned your brother into a certain type of toy again, I will gladly ask for those chains your brother used on you last time-" Bruce stopped as he stared at the tiny figure in Loki's hands. "Please tell me that's a doll and not an innocent from the streets.." He could not handle the situation if it wasn't a doll.

"He is not a doll, nor have I shrunk him. This is Peter, he is a borrower and in dire need of your help, doctor." Loki swept his hand forward and Peter was frozen in the dark man's gaze as they stared at one another. "Do not be afraid, Peter. He is a doctor and can help your aunt."

At that Bruce snapped out of it and a look of concern came over his face. "What happened? Is someone hurt?" He bent down to look Peter in the face, concern written on his features. "Tell me what happened?"

It took a minute for the boy to unfreeze, but his need to heal his aunt came out and he nodded. "It started last week with a cough, then May was having a hard time breathing now she can't even get out of bed. She's burning up and barely wakes up and every time she breathes or coughs it sounds like she's got something in her chest but nothing comes out."

Bruce's brows went down in worry. "That sounds like pneumonia, which is serious. Peter, can you get her out here?"

At that the boy shook his head. "Uncle Ben would never allow it. He's too scared of humans." But, if it meant May's life, he was sure Ben would approve. "Maybe...maybe you can talk to him through the vents? Tell him how dangerous it is if she's not taken care of...please?" Peter was really hoping his uncle would listen to the humans. May's life depended on it.

"Well...I can try." Bruce was stunned that this being smaller than his hand was sentient enough to feel emotions. He wanted to run so many tests, ask so many questions but right now he had another patient to worry about. "Where should I speak?"

"I'll get him to come to the vents. Mr. Loki? Can you please put me on the shelf? I can climb up from there."

"I can do much better than that, little one." Loki's hand started glowing a dark green and suddenly the boy was lifted in the air, his cries turning into happy laughter as he rose towards the vents.

"Thanks Mr. Loki! I'll be right back!" Peter started running through the walls using the ledges and beams to fling himself forward untl he was slamming his front door open startling his uncle who apparently was getting ready to go out. "Uncle Ben! Come on, I found a doctor! He says she has something called Pneumonia which can kill her! Let him help May please!" He was sweating and panting, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

"P-Peter? Where have you been? Your aunt...she's not eating or drinking." He looked down at the ground sadly. "I think this may be the last for her."

Peter's head started shaking back and forth, tears falling from his eyes. "NO! Uncle Ben, you have to let this doctor take a look at her! Please! He can save her!"

Ben stared at the boy and nodded. "Where is he?"

"He's outside the vents...but...he's human." Peter winced when he said that and Ben's eyes went wide.

"H-humans?" He stuttered. "Peter how could you? You know the rules! Never be seen! Now we'll have to move and with May being so sick she'll never make it.." The man sat heavily on the armchair and stared at the boy. "You've doomed us.."

"No Uncle Ben! They're nice, I promise...please..just let the doctor treat May. I know he can save her, please! We can't...we can't lose her. Please." He whispered the last word and Ben looked up at him and finally nodded. Smiling, Peter raced into May's room and taking a look at her sick form got her to sit up. "Ben! Help me carry her please!"

Ben walked slowly into the room and collected his wife who woke to look up at him with confusion but he smiled down at her. "It'll be okay, May. I promise." He kissed her forehead and leveled a gaze at Peter. "If this doctor turns out to be just a scientist who wants to study us..."

"He's not like that. Now come on..." He started walking out of the house when doctor Banner's voice came through the vents echoing around them.

"Peter? Are you there? I've been trying to call to you for the past five minutes."

"Doctor Banner! We're coming out!" Peter helped carry May up the ledges and through the maze of bars before they reached the vents and he poked his head through. "Mr. Loki? Can you pelase do the green thing? May's too weak to climb down." The dark haired man nodded and in the next instant they were all lifted, Ben crying out and holding May closer to him as they were brought down to the dresser where the man tried to stand proud but his knees were quaking and he was trembling.

"Sir, there's no need to be scared. I'm doctor Banner. I heard your wife was sick. May I see her please?" Bruce kneeled next to the dresser and smiled softly as the man nodded and loosened his grip on May to let him see her face. "It's worse than you said, Peter. She'll need fluids and medication quickly. Mr. Parker I know its hard but please allow me to bring her to the med bay where my equipment is. Please."

Ben stared at the human for a moment before nodding. "Under one condition. I go with her." Bruce nodded and put his hand down next to the dresser and Ben stepped onto the palm, almost losing his balance but he righted himself. "You can lift us now, human."

Peter groaned and shook his head. Trust his uncle to treat the man trying to save his wife's life with an attitude. Suddenly there was pressure on the back of his shirt and he was lifted to look into Loki's eyes. "You, young one, will be staying with me until the deed is done and the doctor has save your aunt." He smiled and placed Peter in his palm. "Come. We can go and meander and look at the sights and hopefully not bump into Tony Stark."

A week had passed and May was up and feeling much better. Peter hadn't seen her since Ben had taken her up to the floor because Loki wasn't allowed up to the medbay but Friday told him multiple times a day how her condition was. So it was with anticipation that he was waiting on Loki's bed while the man paced and kept looking at the door. "Damn it all, where is that looney doctor? He said he would be here within the hour!"

"And this looney keeps his promises." Bruce walked into the room and frowned at Loki. "Peter could have come up and visited with one of the others."

At this Peter shook his head. "I..I don't know the others so I'd rather stay where I know people."

"And that's how we raised you." May's voice came from the doctor's hands and Peter smiled up and jumped trying to see her.

"May! You're okay!"

Loki who had been watching rolled his eyes and picked the boy up. "Go see your family." He brought the boy to Bruce's hands and Peter jumped off. He looked like he wanted to run to May but he knew she was still weak.

"Oh Peter...." The woman smiled and opened her arms to Peter who ran into them with a little sob.

"I'm so glad you're okay..." It felt good to be held by the woman who raised him and he held her as tight as he dared. He looked up at the doctor and with eyes he smiled. "Thank you," he said and buried his head into her shoulder. He was glad he had met Loki and that he had brought doctor Banner to save May. He knew they would always have a special place in their hearts.

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