#peter voice: drop me and i will be a flat spider ...

[thollandsgirl2013]

𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐎𝐟 𝐎𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐚*

Parings → Alpha! Peter Parker x Omega! Reader

Warnings → SMUT!! 18+ werewolf AU

Summary → You're in heat and you need your Alpha to take care of you.

The morning sun peeked through the skyscrapers, casting long shadows on the busy streets of New York. Horns blared, people hurried past each other, and the usual chaos filled the city. But none of it mattered to Peter Parker. Not today.

All Peter could think about was you. His Omega. His mate.

Last night had been nothing short of torture. Your heat had hit like a storm, and you'd called him, your voice trembling with need. Peter had been ready to leap out of his bedroom window, his Alpha instincts kicking in. He needed to be with you, to take care of you. But then your parents had interfered, completely unaware of his spider abilities. They refused to let him come over, worried about him walking alone at night through the dangerous streets of New York.

If only they knew he could be there in seconds, swinging from rooftops faster than any cab could drive.

As the night dragged on, Peter’s phone had buzzed nonstop with your desperate texts:

“Peter, please...”

“I need you, Alpha...”

Each message was like a knife to his chest, his wolf restless inside him, pacing, growling, clawing to get out. His muscles had tensed painfully, every part of him yearning to be by your side. But instead, he was stuck in his room, fists clenched, trying to control himself as the minutes ticked by. Sleep had been impossible, his mind filled with the image of you, alone, suffering through your heat without him.

Now, sitting in Mr. Harrington’s class, Peter could barely sit still. His leg bounced uncontrollably under the desk, and his fingers tapped nervously on his notebook. He hadn’t heard from you this morning, and it was driving him insane. Were you okay? Were you crying for him? Curled up in your nest, clutching his shirt to your chest as you whined for him?

He couldn't take it anymore.

Ned, sitting beside him, gave Peter a concerned glance. “Dude, you’re, like, vibrating.”

Peter let out a frustrated breath, his voice tight. “She hasn’t texted me back, Ned. I’m freaking out. I can’t just sit here. She needs me.”

Ned's expression softened. “Then go. Just... tell Mr. Harrington it’s a family thing or something. You know, ‘urgent family business.’ ”

Peter gave him a sideways glance, running his fingers through his messy curls. “Right, because ‘urgent family business’ will totally convince him to let me skip class.”

Ned shrugged helplessly. “It’s better than nothing, man. You can’t just sit here, biting your nails.”

Peter’s heart raced as he looked toward the front of the room, where Mr. Harrington was droning on about the importance of the periodic table. How was he supposed to tell his teacher that his Omega was in heat and he had to leave? He rubbed the back of his neck, groaning quietly. “This is ridiculous. I can’t just—”

“I’ll do it,” a voice interrupted.

Peter whipped his head around to see MJ, cool and calm as ever, standing from her desk. She hadn’t said much all morning, but now, with her eyes narrowed and her hands casually in her pockets, she strode over to Mr. Harrington’s desk with purpose.

“MJ, no—” Peter hissed, but it was too late.

She leaned casually against the desk and looked Mr. Harrington square in the eye. “Mr. Harrington,” she began, her voice flat but firm, “Peter needs to leave. His Omega, Y/n, is in heat, and he has to be with her.”

The entire class froze.

Peter’s face flushed deep red. His heart skipped a beat, and he nearly choked on his own breath. “MJ!” He whispered harshly, his eyes wide as saucers. His stomach dropped.

Mr. Harrington blinked at MJ, momentarily stunned by her bluntness. Then, to Peter’s absolute horror, Mr. Harrington smiled, an almost sympathetic expression crossing his face. “Oh, I see,” he said with an understanding nod. “Poor girl. Of course, you should be there for her, Peter.”

Peter wanted to crawl under his desk. This could not be happening.

“Here you go, Peter.” Mr. Harrington casually scribbled a hall pass and handed it over. “Just make sure she’s drinking plenty of water and eating when she can. Heats can really take a toll. And if you need an extra day or two, don’t worry about it, okay? Take care of her. It's important.”

Peter snatched the pass, his face practically on fire. “T-Thank you,” he mumbled, not daring to meet anyone’s eyes.

As soon as he stepped out of the classroom, he heard Ned whisper, “Lucky bastard.”

Peter was out the door in seconds, his heart pounding as he rushed down the hallway. The second he was outside, he ducked into an alley, yanked his backpack open, and pulled out his suit. He had to get to you now.

In a matter of moments, Peter was swinging through the city, the wind rushing past his face as he headed toward your apartment. His mind was racing as fast as his body. You needed him, and nothing else mattered. He couldn’t wait to hold you, to comfort you, to be with you through every agonizing second of your heat. His wolf howled inside him, urging him to move faster.

______

You lay curled up in your nest, body trembling, burning with the intensity of your heat. The nest—circular, soft, and surrounded by endless pillows and blankets—was meant to offer comfort, but nothing eased the deep ache inside you. The cream-colored cushions cocooned you, soaked in Peter’s scent—his hoodie, his T-shirts, anything you could find that still carried traces of him. You buried your face deeper into his hoodie, breathing in the faint blend of his cologne. It was the only thing keeping you from unraveling completely. But it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough. You needed Peter—his scent, his warmth, his presence. Clutching his hoodie tightly, you inhaled again, trying to calm your wolf as the familiar smell of your Alpha filled your lungs. Still, the emptiness gnawed at you, growing unbearable with each passing minute.

Your fingers trembled as you clung to his hoodie, tears welling up in your eyes, threatening to spill over as the overwhelming need for Peter consumed you. "Peter," you whispered into the fabric, though he wasn’t there to hear you. Your voice was weak, hoarse, filled with desperation.

Your Omega instincts screamed for him. Every inch of your skin tingled with the need for his touch, his presence. A soft whimper escaped your lips, one you couldn’t hold back no matter how hard you tried. You felt so empty, like a part of you was missing. You craved him with every fiber of your being, and without him, you felt utterly lost.

Tears blurred your vision as you hugged his hoodie tighter against your chest. The scent that had once brought you comfort now only made your heart ache. You didn’t just need the trace of him—you needed Peter himself. Right now.

Suddenly, you heard the front door open and close downstairs. Your heart leapt, hope surging through your body.

"Peter?" You called out, your voice hoarse, barely above a whisper, thick with desperation.

You heard him before you saw him. "I’m here, babe!" Peter’s voice echoed up the stairs, and just the sound of it sent a wave of relief through you.

Footsteps shuffled below, and then your mother’s voice followed. “Oh, Peter, thank goodness you’re here,” she said, her tone warm and knowing. She was just about to leave for her shift at the hospital, gave him a sympathetic smile. “Try to keep things... quiet this time, okay? We had a noise complaint last time.”

Peter’s face flushed a deep red, his usual confidence fading for a moment as he stammered, “I-I’ll try, Mrs. Y/L/N. S-sorry about last time.”

She waved him off with a chuckle, not really upset. “Just take care of her. And make sure she eats after... you know. After every time.”

Peter’s eyes widened at her casual tone, but he nodded quickly, his cheeks still burning. “Y-Yes, ma’am.”

As soon as she left, the door closing behind her, Peter bolted up the stairs two at a time. Your scent hit him like a tidal wave, stronger with each step he took, and his wolf growled low in his chest. You needed him, and the thought made his instincts roar to life. He could already feel his muscles tensing in response, his heart pounding as he reached your door.

“Y/n,” Peter breathed as he pushed the door open.

The sight of you nearly made his knees buckle. You were curled up in your nest, your face buried in his hoodie, your skin flushed, your body trembling slightly from the intensity of your heat. Your eyes were glazed, half-lidded with need, and when they met his, a soft, pitiful whimper slipped from your lips.

“Peter...” you whispered, your voice broken, fragile.

He dropped his bag and approached slowly, heart pounding. “I’m here, baby. I’m not going anywhere.” He crouched down beside your nest, gently brushing your hair out of your face. “Can I come in?”

You nodded frantically, already tugging at his shirt. Peter slipped off his shoes and carefully climbed into the nest, wrapping his arms around you. The moment his scent fully surrounded you, the tension in your body eased, but not for long. Your heat was raging, and the need for him was unbearable.

“Peter, I can’t... I need you now,” you whimpered, your hands pulling at his clothes, trying to get him as close as possible.

Peter’s breath hitched. “Okay, okay, I’m here. I love you,” he whispered as he kissed your forehead, trailing his lips down to your cheeks, then to your neck.

You let out a soft moan, arching your body against his, already overwhelmed by his presence. Peter took off his shirt, throwing it aside before pulling the blanket off you, exposing your bare, trembling body. His eyes darkened, his wolf growling in approval. You were perfect.

“I love you so much,” Peter whispered, his lips brushing against your skin as he kissed his way down your neck, shoulders, and chest. His hands roamed over your body, touching every inch of you as if trying to calm the burning inside you.

Peter’s gaze darkened as he watched you writhe beneath him, the raw desperation in your eyes tugging at his heart. You had already marked each other, and that bond between you two burned with an intensity he could feel just as much as you did. He could sense every bit of your yearning, the deep ache radiating through your body as your Omega instincts screamed for him.

“Peter, please,” you whimpered, your voice a breathless plea as you struggled to speak, “I need—”

Before you could finish, Peter silenced you with a rough, urgent kiss, his lips crashing against yours in a mess of heat and need. His hands trembled as they roamed over your body, desperate to touch, to claim, to soothe. He could feel your slickness pooling between your thighs, a sign of just how ready you were for him, and it sent his wolf into a frenzy.

With a quick motion, Peter tugged off his pants, his breath ragged as he positioned himself between your legs. “I’ve got you, baby. I’m here,” he rasped, voice thick with emotion. His eyes met yours briefly, filled with a mix of love and raw hunger. He lined himself up and, with one firm thrust, pushed into you.

The both of you gasped at the sudden, overwhelming relief. He filled you completely, and the unbearable ache that had been tearing through your body finally began to subside, replaced by the feeling of being whole—of having him inside you. You let out a choked moan, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer, not wanting to let go.

Peter’s breath was shaky, but his voice was firm, dominant, as he growled softly in your ear. “You’re mine. All mine, Omega.”

You whimpered, nodding frantically, “Yes… Peter… Alpha, I’m yours,” you breathed, your voice trembling, eyes brimming with tears from the intensity of it all.

“I’m not going anywhere, Omega. I’m right here,” he whispered, his lips trailing soft kisses down your jaw and neck. His hand cupped the side of your face, thumb brushing tenderly against your flushed cheek as he looked at you with a fierce protectiveness. "You’re safe with me. Always."

His words, laced with possessiveness but also care, sent shivers down your spine. Your mark throbbed with the connection you shared, and as Peter's lips found the spot where he had already marked you, he pressed a gentle kiss to it before grazing his teeth over the scar. A low growl rumbled in his chest as he felt the pulse of your bond surge between you.

You moaned at the feeling, your body arching up against him. “Peter,” you whimpered, your fingers digging into his back, pulling him even closer.

“You feel so good,” Peter murmured as he kissed your mark again, then began sucking on the tender skin just below it, leaving new bruises in his wake. “You’re mine,” he repeated, his voice possessive but soft, as though the words were meant to comfort you as much as they were to claim you. His tongue flicked over the spot, sending another wave of pleasure through your already trembling body.

Each thrust of his hips was slow but deep, every movement deliberate, as though he wanted you to feel just how much he cared for you. His hands slid to your hips, gripping them firmly as he guided you against him, quickening his pace ever so slightly but never losing the tenderness in his touch.

“Fuck! Peter,” you gasped, tears slipping down your cheeks from the overwhelming sensation. “I love you. I love you so much,” you cried, your voice breaking as the heat inside you gave way to pure, unbridled pleasure.

Peter’s breath was heavy in your ear, his forehead resting against yours as he moved faster, deeper. “I love you too, Y/n. Fuck, you're so tight,” he groaned, his hands trembling as he gripped your hips harder. “I’ll always take care of you. You’re everything to me.”

His words sent your heart racing, the heat between you growing more intense with every second. You could feel your release building, your body on the edge, teetering between unbearable tension and blissful release.

“Peter, I—I’m so close,” you whimpered, your nails scratching down his back, leaving faint red marks in their wake. “Please… Alpha…”

Peter growled, the sound low and primal, sending a shiver through your entire body. “I know, baby. I’m close too,” he rasped, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. His hand slid between your bodies, finding the sensitive bundle of nerves between your legs, rubbing gentle circles that had you gasping his name.

“Come for me, Babe,” he commanded, his voice rough but gentle, his thumb pressing down harder on your clit as his other hand gripped your waist tighter.

That was all it took. Your body convulsed beneath him as your release tore through you, a cry of pure ecstasy escaping your lips as you trembled uncontrollably. Peter’s name was the only thing you could think of, the only thing that escaped your lips as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you.

Peter wasn’t far behind. With one final thrust, he buried himself deep inside you, his grip tightening on your hips as he growled your name, his release filling you completely. The bond between you pulsed with warmth, wrapping around the both of you as though sealing the moment.

For a few moments, neither of you moved, both of you lost in the bliss of being so close, so connected. Peter’s breath was still ragged as he collapsed beside you, immediately pulling you into his arms. His fingers brushed through your hair, his other hand resting protectively over your lower stomach, as if shielding you from the world.

“I’ll always take care of you,” Peter whispered, his voice tender as he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head. “I’ll never let anything hurt you, Y/n.”

You smiled, exhausted but filled with love, your head resting on his chest as you listened to the steady beat of his heart. “I know, Peter,” you murmured sleepily, feeling the last remnants of your heat fade away as the comfort of his presence soothed you. “I love you.”

Peter kissed your forehead gently, sighing in relief as he held you close. “I love you too, Y/n/n. Forever.”

Safe in his arms, you drifted off, knowing that your Alpha would always protect you.

‎∗ ࣪ ˖༺ 𓆩☆𓆪 ༻˖ ࣪ ∗

[yandere-daydreams]

Title: Unwanted Cravings.

Pairing: Yandere!Miguel O'hara x Reader (Spider-Verse).

Word Count: 1.3k.

TW: Unhealthy Relationships, Venom!Reader, Obsessive Behavior, No Actual Sexual Content But Unlimited Access to Miguel's Horny Thoughts, No Seriously This Man Just Wants To Be Topped But He Has To Be So Weird About It, and Slight Violence.

Miguel couldn’t remember the last time he’d been restrained.

Beaten, broken, pinned under falling rumble or sedated or exposed to a paralytic gas, but not restrained. When he was first coming into his abilities, maybe – he could picture himself waking up in some damp, depressing holding cell, but he’d never been handcuffed. If the cops managed to get their hands on him, he wasn’t in a state to resist, and his villains were rarely the ‘catch and release’ types. Or, most of his villains, at least.

This would be so much easier, if all you wanted to do was kill him.

Without warning, the tendrils of your symbiote binding his arms behind his back wrenched tighter – tearing something in his shoulder and drawing a low, pained grunt out of the base of his throat. He clenched his eyes shut, but opened them again just as quickly, turning his gaze toward you.

You were above him, but not out of reach. Perched on the edge of a well-beaten wooden crate, one leg crossed over the other, everything below your neck covered with the glistening black tar of your symbiote, you were staring down toward where he’d been forced to kneel on the cement floor, too, sizing him up with an expression bordering between total disinterest and utter boredom. The repulsion in your eyes alone was enough to spark something in his chest, to make him wonder if you’d look at him with the same indifference if he got his hands free and forced your legs apart, if he buried his face between your thighs and gave up air in exchange for something much more precious. He could do it, if he needed to. If he used his talons, if he pushed himself, he could do it.

But, he didn’t. He wouldn’t. Because you’d get hurt. Because you’d already proven you weren’t looking for a fight, just something to do.

Because you’d leave if he didn’t play along, and you couldn’t leave.

Not that you were in a rush. With an airy sigh, you leaned forward, letting your head lull to the side as you raised your foot, finding the underside of his chin. With more force than you really had to use, you tilted his head back, taking a moment to evaluate his swollen eye, the jagged cut you’d left along his cheekbone when your symbiote had momentarily mistaken him for its next meal. Eventually, your foot fell away from his chin, the sole of your boot finding a place against the center of his chest. He could feel heat rushing to his face, his breathing grow hoarse and ragged, and could only hope it was too dark for you to notice. “You look good with a little damage.” Cold, viscous condescension dripped from your tone, but Miguel had to fight the urge to preen. “You should drop the mask more often. Reaper might stop trying to take a bite out of you if she knew how pretty you could be, when you put the effort in.”

Pretty. A pang of something pure and electric shot from the base of his throat to the pit of his stomach. His breath hitched, and as if in response, your symbiote nipped at the corner of his jaw with just enough force to break the skin. He didn’t try to speak, too aware of how audibly his voice would wavevr - only glaring in your direction, doing what little he could to square his shoulders, to look like a hero. You just laughed, the noise flat and humorless. It made him want to carve your throat out. It made him want to kiss you until his lips bled.

“It’s not fun if you’re just going to make faces at me.” You clicked your tongue, rolled your eyes. “Who was that guy you were with the other day, the one who I threw through a billboard? He was cute – do you think he’d want to play with us, sometime?”

Miguel bared his teeth. Your symbiote purred with delight. “Peter’s not worth your time.”

Another laughed. A real laugh. “And you are? Tell me, Spider-Boy, what exactly can you do for me?”

Involuntarily, images flooded his mind by way of an answer. You, straddling his waist, riding him until he was barely conscious beneath you. Your body between his legs, thrashing void clinging to your skin as you split him open with the help of your symbiote, as you wrapped your clawed hands around your neck and squeezed. A tongue longer than his forearm forcing its way down his throat, the feeling of your body pressed against his, the wild grin you wore as you tried to tear him apart plastered across your lips as you—

The grin you were wearing now, he noticed, when he finally snapped himself out of his fantasies. Not as unrestrained, not extenuated by a thousand rows of pointed teeth, but just was sharp, just as piercing. Complimented by the glint in your eye you only ever got when you saw something you wanted to bite into. “You’re blushing.”

He bowed his head, cursing under his breath. “Let me go—”

“Don’t give me that.” A pair of think tendrils sprouted from his restraints, wrapping around his thighs and forcing his legs apart. Your foot fell farther, landing on his crotch and applying enough pressure to force a sharp hiss through his grit teeth. “Good guys aren’t supposed to lie.” You ground your heel into the base of his shaft and he doubled into himself, a violent moan tearing past his lips. “Be honest, this time – do you get this hard for every rouge you fight, or am I special?”

You were special. Of course, you were special. If you weren’t, his skin wouldn’t itch when anyone else so much as looked at him. If you weren’t, he wouldn’t melt so easily under your attention – hostile or affectionate. If you weren’t, he wouldn’t have to fight so hard not to grind into your heel, not to imagine your symbiote slipping underneath his suit, splaying him out, binding him in place and rendering him immobile, helpless, yours. He tried not to imagine the feeling of your hand against his chest, his waist. He tried not to imagine what you’d do to him, when you had him at your mercy.

It slipped out before he could swallow it back, before his better judgement could overshadow his primal need to feel your skin against his. “Please.” And again, as your lips quirked upward, as you rolled the sole of your boot against his crotch, “Please.”

“Please what, Spider-Boy? Ask for what you want.”

“I— I want you to—” To kiss his neck. To draw blood. To eat him alive. “I need you to touch me.”

There was a beat of silence. He could hear his heart pounding in his ears, erratic and nearly overwhelming, nearly deafening.

Finally, you snapped your fingers, calling your symbiote back to you. Miguel fell onto his back, panting as you pushed yourself to your feet. As your mask crept up your neck, you spared him one more glance. For a second, he could’ve sworn you were going to turn on him, sink your claws into his neck, tear his beating heart out of his rib-cage. For a second, he could’ve sworn you were going to stay with him.

Then, your lips quirked upward into a lopsided smirk. You reached down, a bone-white claw emerging from your monstrous hand. Slowly, deliberately, you dragged the sharpened point down the length of his chest, splitting open the holographic fabric of his suit and drawing a thin, red line from his collarbone to the tender flesh of his upper pubic area. You watched with a glint in your eye as he stiffened, as his shoulders shook and a bright, searing heat seeped into his veins and dripped down his thighs. Once the aftershocks had faded, you let out a bark of a laugh, recalling your talon and standing to your full height.

“Fucking pervert.”

Without another word, without another sound, you disappeared into the night, leaving Miguel alone, frustrated, and already desperate to see you again.

[shinycollarboneapologist]

blurb idea.... matty in a spiderman costume (slutty connotation)

raising this one level as a matty!spiderman au (rip to the matty!spiderman au that lived and died in our dm's) content warnings: 18+, smut, slight mask kink, matty as peter parker, misuse of webs, not edited.

it's late.

it's late and nothing good after midnight ever happens on this side of campus. but the medical school building always had the best library and with midterms rounding the corner, holding yourself prisoner to the elegant multi-story library until greg the janitor kicked you out seemed like your best option at the time.

but it's late now and there's a long walk back to your apartment ahead of you. the promise of a warm shower and some sleepy-time tea is the one thing that's motivating you to bulldoze through the cold london air.

it's a friday night and as you hook a right to short cut you through frat row, you know its a mistake.

nothing good ever happens after midnight, especially on this narrow strip of houses. the music is loud and obscene and rattling your skull. you feel a lot of the facts you had meticulously drilled in slowly start to seep out.

and that's when you hear them.

loud, brash whistles and cheers. the blood starts pumping faster in your veins and you're propelling yourself faster; the same evolutionary response that you've spent hours trying to ingrain in your brain.

your steps quicken but there's a dark shadow that looms behind you.

"hey there, pretty girl," and that's when you feel it. the heavy hand claps down on your shoulder. you're nauseated, sucking in a deep breath and exhaling as slowly as you can.

"not interested," you sputter out, trying to pick up the pace a bit. you want to get away back into the sanctity of your apartment under the warm blankets of your bed. you shiver; it's your brain's way of reminding you about what lies ahead.

the man chuffs, tilting his head. "you seem cold. why don't i war-"

"really mate? you're gonna use that shitty pick-up line?" a second voice cuts between you, "think she made it plenty obvious she wasn't interested."

you're waiting for the rebuttal, for the "i can show you a better time" and inevitable grasp at your hand. the man behind you tightens his grip on your shoulder. you gulp, breath stuck in your throat.

"oh yeah? and what are you going to do about it, punk?"

"this."

in a split second the weight on your shoulder is gone. there's a few grunts, flashes of red and blue and before you can even make a peep, the man who was chasing your tail is affixed to the lamp post adjacent to where you're stood.

you blink.

once.

twice.

three times as you try to register what is going on around you.

"you okay?"

it's the first time you get to really look at your savior. your hero. he's stood before you, cloaked in what could only be described as an ungodly tight spandex suit, face covered by a mask that matches the details of the fabric that adorns his body. you had heard whispers of a masked vigilante around campus, but only chalked it up to rumors or some kids who dropped too much acid halloweekend.

yet, there he is.

"y-yeah... i'm uh... i'm alright."

the masked stranger sticks a hand out, a slightly warming gesture. you clasp your hand into his. its warm and the suit is a lot firmer than it looks.

"who are you?" you ask, still in disbelief.

"just your typical, friendly campus, spider-man," the man hums. his voice is warm, familiar even. "doing my duties of keeping pretty girls like you safe before midterms. now, let me walk you home. you're freezing."

"don't need to be walked home, i'm fine." you're indignant.

"your teeth are chattering, darling."

"s'just an evolutionary response to the-"

he cuts you off, "-cold. you're cold, just say it. now c'mon you're hurting my ego here by not letting me walk you home."

bewildered, you lead the way across campus to your flat. his presence is comforting, though he's doing little to physically comfort you. a bit of a show-off, he's zipping through the trees, using some sort of substance that comes from his wrists to do so.

your eyes are glued on him, though. its dark, but you can still make out the shape of him- a few strides away. he's solid, lanky but solid as defined by the muscles enclosed by the thick spandex. your eyes trace over him every step or so. you can't help it. he's there and attractive, at least with the mask on. but with a voice like that and a frame like his own, you're almost certain that he has a face that matches.

despite your oogling. the walk is not silent. you're spitballing questions at him like no tomorrow as your feet crunch on the leaves.

yes, the webs as he calls them, come from his wrists. no, it doesn't hurt him. and he can't explain it because there's only a few more minutes left of this walk and he's not about to have you pass out on him.

"what were you doing on frat row if you live all the way over here?" he postulates, tipping his masked head to the side. you look over at him incredulously, "hey, hey. you've been asking me questions for the past fifteen minutes now. it's my turn."

you pause yourself as you dig into your tote bag for your key, shrugging, "the library's nicer at the med school."

he clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth, "well, i uh.. i guess i'm off then-"

"do you want to come in?"

"at least take me to dinner first," he jokes, you can hear the smile in his voice.

with a roll of your eyes, you're leading him inside.

never in your life did you think you would ever welcome a streetwise vigilante into your humble college apartment. the warmth from your place hits you like a ton a brick and you let out a loud, relieved sigh as you step in. "you have a nice place," he hums, "a lot nicer than mine on elm r-" he stops himself and clears his throat. you raise an eyebrow at him. "this whole incognito bit is new to you, isn't it?" you chide, clicking your tongue on the roof of your mouth. you shrug your coat off and hang it up on the coat rack adjacent to your door. "uh.. excuse you. i'm actually really good at being incognito." "you just told me you live on elm road. which is right around the corner from here, the apartment building butts up with mine." "no I didn't."

"you literally just did," you blink at him, dumbfounded. "are you actually trying to gaslight me right now?"

"I'm doing no such thing!" "this isn't very heroic of you... spider-man." he scoffs, "I never claimed to be heroic. and besides, you dont know the last thing about what a real hero does." you tilt your head to the side with a dramatic eyeroll, "a real hero wouldn't come into my apartment and gaslight me. they also wouldn't practically reveal their identity." "how did I reveal my identity?!" "theres only four guys that live in-" you cut yourself off with a loud shriek as some of his... webbing flies out and pins your hand to the wall next to you. he looks as shocked as you are, though his expression is concealed by his mask.

"what the fuck was that for?" you screech, trying to mobilize your hand but you're stuck.

"I felt threatened?" he tries, shrugging his shoulder to feign innocence. but you're not buying it. your eyes narrow into slits as you growl at him.

"im sorry.. I'm so sorry.." he keeps repeating, rushing over to you. a loud crash sounds out and you squeeze your eyes shut. "shit.. fuck.. was the vase of any importance to you? I'll get you a new one... I'll clean this up." he's rambling, clearly flustered. "that was a important family- you know what fuck the vase," you sigh, "get me out of here now." your eyes darken as you narrow them at him.

there's a pregnant pause as he looks up at you, tilting his masked head to the side. "well... uhm... about that..."

"what do you mean 'about that'?"

he laughs sheepishly, rocking back and forth on his feet, "uhm.. so... like ... I've never actually had to remove webbing before. I uhm... don't... haha... I don't know how."

you blink.

once.

twice.

three times, in utter shock and disbelief at what he's saying to you right now. "there's no fucking way... I have an American History midterm tomorrow. you need to get me out."

his body cringes and you sigh, "thank god you can see how important this is."

"no, I'm sorry that you have to learn american history... Jesus."

you stare at him, unamused. "get me out of this. right now."

"right, right." he kneels down next to you, trying to pull your wrist off the wall in an attempt to free you. you don't budge. he groans, planting his feet at the base of the wall, continuing to try and pull as he now uses his own weight for leverage.

still nothing.

"how do you not know how to remedy the thing that comes out of you?" you mutter, foot tapping against the wood floor.

"well, I'm sorry the webs didn't come with an instruction manual," he grunts. his voice is laced thick with sarcasm and in any other circumstance you would find his tone appealing. he yanks and pulls and groans. he continues for a few minutes. you watch as the muscles of his back flex and contract as he tugs and you can't help but feel a little flushed yourself. it's not everyday that you get to ogle at an attractive (or who you can only assume to be attractive) man who came to your rescue. it feels like something out of a movie... or a comic book for that matter.

"fuck!" he huffs, leaning his forehead against your leg. you can feel his breath on you through your leggings. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gotten all freaked out."

"you think?" you huff, but there's an edge to your voice. a slight lilt that's betraying you. his masked face looks up at you and you swear you can see a flicker of amusement in his unchanging expression.

he's close to where you want him to be. its been awhile, between studying and classes and your shifts in the writing center, but he doesn't need to know that. "y'know.. I saw the way you were looking at me before," he murmurs. "how did you-"

"super hero, remember?" he laughs, pointing a gloved finger to his head, "cat-like reflexes. heightened senses. the whole lot."

you nod, chewing on the inside of your lip, "well. how was I looking at you then?" you hear a laugh from under the mask. a deep inhale resounds as if he's going to respond but he pauses again to look up at you from his place kneeling next to you. "who are you?" you breathe out.

"don't worry about it," the masked man replies, slowly lifting his mask just above his cupids bow. slowly, he brings his lips towards your clothed thighs, peering up at you. "this okay?"

you're practically in shock, but you nod slowly anyway. that's all it takes for him to start mouthing at your legging clad thighs. his nose nudges against your skin as he drags his hot mouth towards the waist band of your pants. in one swift motion, he's pulling down your leggings and underwear (you're thanking the gods above that you wore cute ones). he moans and your eyes are pulled to look down at a pair of pink pouty lips, agape at the sight of you. "let me show you that I'm sorry for getting you into this mess...hm?" his voice is husky yet almost whiny, and almost very familiar now that the mask has been lifted, and uncloaked the sense of mystery.

your legs feel like jello and he hasn't even got his mouth on you yet. and judging from the looks of It alone- he seems to be pretty good with it. you nod once more, "please." he grins softly, parting your legs just a bit so he can position himself between them. another moan falls from his lips. he brings his face up to meet your heated core, another moan. he hasn't even gotten his mouth on you yet and he's already entranced. you're just about to comment on it when you feel his tongue lick a strip up towards your clit. its your turn to let out an unabashed moan. he's staring up at you in awe, moaning against you. its see-saw of moans, back and forth in mutual appreciation of the other. he continues to lick long strips up your slit nose nudging against your clit as your moans grow in fervor. he's almost where you need him the most.

he seems to get the hint and with that hint he shifts upward, lips curling around your clit. he suckles at the sensitive bud, a shaky hand reaching around to slip a finger into you languidly. he's playing your body like a sinful instrument, stroking you like a tantalizing chord. his fingers rock in and out of you, over and over and his tongue swirls in quick circles as he suckles on your clit. it's a mesmerizing push and pull. "does that... does that feel good?" he mumbles against you, his voice lilting in what could only be described as a whine.

"yes," you mewl, free hand gripping onto the back of his head. you practically push his face back into you and he moans. loud. against your core. you can't remember any of your previous encounters with other people being like this. no one had been this eager between your legs. this whiny. this- "I'm close," you sigh out. good. he's attentive to detail, continuing the very pace that got you to this point instead of pulling a rookie mistake like changing his ministrations. it's been awhile, but this... he, rather, is skilled. he know what he's doing and he's not fucking around. "please," he hums around your clit, "please come. please." begging.

he's begging you to come. your head starts to spin, the invisible band deep in your center stretching and stretching until it releases and you pant out a shameless moan.

"that's it," he breathes. he doesn't stop his motions. your head is spinning. "fuck," he whines against you. "that was so.. you're so.." he continues to work his fingers in and out of you, lips traveling around as he slowly brings you down through your pleasure. he gradually slows down, removing his fingers from your heated core.

you're panting, leaning back against the wall.

next, he pulls his lips back- your slick glistening on his chin and mouth. his tongue darts out, licking over the remnants of you. a soft moan permeates through the thick air between you. carefully, he shifts to pull the mask down over his mouth once more. as he does, a soft clatter comes from the side of him. in your waning state of bliss, you tilt your head to see a small squeeze tube of a liquid on the floor. your eyes trace over the lettering and your mouth falls open. "you mean to tell me you've had web remover this whole time?" "oops?"

[lemontasiafanfiction]

Bugged Out Chapter 50

Tony sat outside the containment room, his elbows resting on his knees, fingers laced tight together. His mind was racing, grinding through possibilities, running scenarios, every single one leading back to the same thought—

The restraints had to go.

Peter had been locked down since the second they brought him in. Shackled. Drugged. Contained. And sure, Tony understood why. Hell, he had watched Peter spit venom across the room like a goddamn snake. Had felt the strength behind his jaws when he had tried to bite through the nanotech.

But Peter had also let him clean him up. Had let him touch him. Had—however briefly—fallen asleep.

Tony wasn’t an idiot.

He knew trust was fragile. And whatever small shred of it Peter had left was hanging by a thread.

Keeping him tied down wasn’t going to fix anything.

It was just going to make him snap.

Which was exactly why Fury wasn’t going to like this.

Tony sighed, rolling his shoulders, then stood, stepping out into the main hallway. Fury was exactly where he always was—posted up against the far wall, arms crossed, expression flat but sharp.

Like he had been waiting for Tony to come out with another terrible idea.

Tony didn’t waste time.

“I want the restraints off.”

Fury’s eye narrowed immediately.

“No.”

Tony let out a sharp breath, already prepared for the pushback.

“We can’t keep him like this, Fury.” His voice was controlled, measured, barely keeping the frustration out. “You know I’m right.”

Fury exhaled sharply through his nose. “What I know,” he said, “is that the second we take those cuffs off, we’ll be picking pieces of you out of the walls.”

Tony’s jaw locked.

“He’s not going to hurt me.”

Fury scoffed. “Yeah? And you know that how? Because he let you give him a sponge bath?”

Tony’s hands clenched into fists.

“Because he had the chance to kill me, and he didn’t,” Tony snapped. “Because he had every opportunity to go full murder-spider, and instead, he—” He exhaled sharply, forcing himself to breathe. “He’s still in there, Fury. I know it.”

Fury shook his head, lips pressed into a thin line. “You think you know it. That’s the problem.”

Tony’s pulse spiked.

He took a step forward, voice dropping lower, sharp enough to cut.

“What’s the alternative?” he asked. “We keep him strapped to a chair for the rest of his life? Keep pumping him full of sedatives until his brain is so fried he really does forget who he is?”

Fury didn’t answer.

Didn’t blink.

Didn’t move.

And that was enough.

Tony’s stomach tightened.

“Jesus,” he muttered, dragging a hand through his hair. “That’s what you want, isn’t it? You don’t think we can fix him. You think he’s gone.”

Fury exhaled, slow and measured, like he was tired of explaining the obvious.

“I think,” he said, “that taking the restraints off a kid who’s been brainwashed, mutated, and programmed to obey the highest-ranking authority in the room is a bad idea.”

Bugged Out - Chapter 50 - Lemontasia - Spider-Man - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]

[claraswritings]

I Was Meant To Love You- HEAVY SPOILERS

NOTE: This fic contains SPOILERS. If you have not seen No Way Home and don’t want SPOILERS, this is your FINAL SPOILER WARNING. I have tagged NWH Spoilers, if you haven’t blacklisted that, do not come moaning at me. You go into the tags at your own choice.

Notes: THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO HAS LEFT COMMENTS, LIKED, SHARED, I LOVE YOU ALL 🥰

This can be a sequel/epilogue to I Was Meant To Know You

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader (Andrew Garfield Peter/Peter 3/ TASM Peter)

Warnings: OBVIOUS SPOILERS. Unbeta’d and written on my lunch hour

Tags: @snixx2088 @awesomemikaus @sheridans-dynamos @vx-vexedvixen @ancailinaerach

When you’d opened your eyes next, you were flat on your back, the sunlight flickering through the clouds and causing you to shield your eyes.

“Are you okay, hon,” a middle aged woman with shockingly purple lipstick was leaning over you “Did you slip? Do you need me to call someone?”

You sat up. “I think I’m okay… I just,” your eyes flickered over your surroundings trying to see if it worked. “fainted…”

As you slowly began to piece things together, you could remember the battle, you could remember three Peter Parker’s and you could remember your request to Dr Strange. If you could remember what happened that meant…it had worked right?

But if it had worked where was this universes Peter.

“My…friend… he was…” you paused. You couldn’t exactly say ‘dressed like Spider-Man’ without this woman thinking you were completely insane. You stopped yourself before you could continue. “Going to get us some sandwiches…I was hungry and that’s why I…”

The woman didn’t look convinced but let you go “If you’re sure hon,”

You nodded, a little too quickly. A slight headache was stirring and you made a mental note to get some aspirin as your first thing to do in this new world.

***

You walked the streets of New York for hours, feeling weirdly like a visitor in a city you knew too well. Everything, nearly everything, was familiar but you felt like every person knew you were out of place.

Where the hell was Peter.

You’d headed to the Empire State Building and , craned your head upward for a glimpse of him, whilst the tourists admired the outward view. You considered going to the street his Aunt lived on but didn’t think it would be fair to spring “I’m your nephews friend from the multiverse,” on the woman. You could have told a white lie, told her you were a friend from his photography job or a fellow research assistant at his other job but again, a lie wasn’t how you wanted your new life to start.

As you roamed the streets, you noticed a “Spider-Man: Menace or Threat” sticker plastered to a lamppost and took care to peel it off, despite the looks of passers by.

Jameson was still a conspiracy nut in this universe. Some things will never change.

***

It was late into the evening when you found him not far from Grand Central Station. You’d been about to give up for the night and turn into a hotel room you’d booked, and first thought you’d head to see if there was a the same cafe here as you used to frequent.

“[Name],” His voice called out to you and instantly, your heart lifted and you turned to the source of the noise.

He dropped from a nearby fire escape, a drinks holder in one hand, they sloshed a little as he jogged over to you. He was in his civilian clothes, dark jeans, a checked shirt and a green overcoat, mask no doubt tucked in a pocket and suit likely under his everyday wear.

“Peter!” Your face lit up and you ran to meet him, throwing your arms around him in a tight hug. He returned it, holding you in close with his free arm and feeling like he should savour every thing about you, from your perfume to the way you stood on tiptoes to hug him properly.

“God it’s so good to see you” It had been hours but you felt like it had been too long. How could you hate being away from someone you didn’t know existed until a day ago. “Where were you?”

“When I…came back, I was at home rather than with you and…” he hesitated “I worried you wouldn’t remember me, and didn’t want you think I was a creep” he said into your hair

You let out a loud laugh as you separated and he found himself smiling at the sound.

“That spell was restricted to my universe,” Pausing, you zipped your coat up and tucked your hands into your pocket “Or rather…my old universe, how’d you find me?”

“I’ve been… watching you most of the day, just wanted to make sure you were okay until I could say hi,” Peter stopped when he realised you were biting your lip. He used one arm to swing around on one of the lampposts on the city street.

“Sorry… is that weird?” He stopped moving and looked down at you, brown eyes looking into yours.

You shook your head. “No…it’s actually kinda sweet,”

“I’d have came over sooner but I… didn’t know how the” he gestured.

“Peter it’s fine” you reassured him, reaching out a hand to squeeze his forearm gently. “I get it” The simplest of gestures was like a wave of relief to him and he could barely believe it had worked and that you were actually here in his universe, in his world, standing within touching distance with no immediate threat of being pulled back from him.

He could spend the rest of his life in this moment.

“I was going to…I figured you’d head for that cafe…after you went to Grand Central…I just wanted to wait until there was less people incase yknow” he averted his eyes and scratched his neck. “I…uh, I remember what you said about going here,”

You recalled your conversation with him on the rooftop in your old universe. If you had a place you went to, you’d told him you like Grand Central Station.

He’d asked if it was people watching that brought you there, and with an embarrassed shrug, you’d confided that, sometimes…but a lot of the time, it was for the stars on the ceiling.

“I, Erm, i got you this,” he offered one of the takeaway cups from the holder, it was printed with a logo you didn’t recognise “That cafe you like… it doesn’t exist here but…” he ran his free hand through his hair before waving it generally at your cup. “hopefully the one that does exist is okay”

You took a long sip. “Thank you” It tasted of marshmallows, chocolate and cream and you wondered if it was better than the one before or if it was just the company you were in. “It’s good… it’s really good,” you smiled. “It’s better.”

“You…wanna do something? Or nothing…”

“Either works,” you agreed. “We can go for a walk, that’s something…and nothing” He could tell by your eyes you were teasing.

“I…uh…already had an idea……I mean if you’d like… but, we’d have to swing there,”

You looked a little wary

“Come on, I promise you’ll be safe, I have super strength just hold on,”

***

“How do you not throw up doing that” you clutched the railing once you’d landed atop the bridge. Despite the fact your feet were firmly planted back on solid ground, you still felt a little like you were free falling on the worlds craziest rollercoaster.

“You get used to it,” He unmasked and offered you an hand to help you to sit down beside him.

“Holy shit you weren’t wrong.” You stared out at the expansive city before you from your spot on the bridge “It’s…something else.”

He passed you a pastry out of a rucksack he’d stuck to a wall and took one for himself. You took it and paused, watching him eat his for a few minutes

“Don’t worry, they’ve only been there since this afternoon,”

“No just… thank you, this is the nicest thing anyones ever done for me” you took a bite of the one he’d got you and wondered if he’d known your favourite or if he’d just got you what he thought you’d like.

“Wait for real” Peter swallowed the bite he’d taken.

It was true.

Beck had been romantic but it had all been for show and you questioned how much of it was real. Prior to your fling with Beck, you’d had a few short term “dating stage” relationships that turned into nothing. The two longer relationships you’d had neither of them successful. One with a guy, by the name of Jack Rollins, had been a secret Hydra operative and your other relationship was with a boyfriend who actually already had another girlfriend.

I’ll make up for it,” he offered “you’re really great and…people should…yknow treat you like that,” Peter could feel the heat on the back of his neck.

“Thanks, you’re…pretty great too,” you nudged him before stopping, noticing he had a few flakes of pastry dotted around his lips. “You’ve got…” You used your hands to gesture “on your face”

“What?” Peter looked confused.

“Here let me,” you offered and reached over and using your sleeve, carefully dusted away the remains. “All better,”

Your hand didn’t move from his face, thumb still hovering by his lips. His reached up to cup yours and you could feel the blood rush in your head and wondered if he could sense your heartbeat as much as you could.

Before you had a moment longer, his lips were on yours in a brief but deep, longing kiss. He pulled back before you could really reciprocate as you’d have liked.

“Sorry,” Peter murmured. “I…just…I,” his eyes were half shut almost like he was holding on to the moment.

“Don’t…” you didn’t pull back.

“Shit” Peter sighed, his deep brown eyes opening further to scanning over you for any traces he’d misread the room. “I didn’t…maybe I sh-“

“No…I mean don’t apologise,” you reached your hand up to look into his eyes “do that again,”

With that he kissed you once more. And as soon as your lips touched for a second time, he knew, if youd agreed, he’d never stop kissing you

*** Time Skip***

“Do you ever regret it.” Peter asked from beside you. You were laying on a old blanket in a park, staring up at the sky. Peter was propped up on one elbow looking at you. “Coming here.”

“No,” you shook your head.

And it was true. It had been only one month since you’d arrived but you were happier in that one month than you’d ever remembered being in the other universe.

From dancing on rooftops whilst watching the sunset, to working together in the labs he’d gotten you a job at, to listening to Jameson on his radio and laughing at the stupid things he said, even composing a drinking game that caused you both to giggle so loudly, the landlord came to tell you both off, to meeting his Aunt May and having her meatloaf which was incredible as Peter had told you.

She’d given you a hug as you’d left that evening, telling you it was so nice to see Peter with a friend, although you could tell from her face she knew you were more than that.

You had been since he’d kissed you on the bridge.

Of course you worried about him when he went out to catch criminals but as he’d reassured you, if he could handle giant mutant lizards and men who could control electricity he could handle a few petty thieves.

He was careful, cautious with you, the last thing he wanted was anyone dangerous finding out who you were but you would never sleep until you heard the fire escape window slide open and the cool air enter with him. You’d hear him shuffling around out of his costume and only relax when he’d slide into your shared bed, still lively with energy and slip an arm around you, planting soft kisses on your shoulder and toying with your hair.

“There was nothing for me back there,” you turned to face him. “I wouldn’t change anything. You have made me so happy, Peter,”

Your hand reached for his and linked your fingers together.

“I’ve never thought I could feel like this about anyone ever again” he pulled you closer by your hip and you slotted your arm around him. “I don’t… i don’t know what I’d do without you” he pressed his forehead to your and placed a soft kiss on your lips.

“You’ll never find out, Pete, I’m not going anywhere,” you moved your arm up to play with his thick hair. “Me and you, forever”

Peter watched you, everything about you was all he ever needed and he didn’t want to waste a second longer.

“I love you,” the words were out of his mouth before he could even process that he’d thought them.

“I love you,” And you’d said it back before he could even kick himself or worry if he’d said it too soon. “I was meant to love you,”

***

[damnedparker]

she's the prettiest girl at the party, and she can prove it with a solid right hook

pairing: tasm (andrew garfield) peter parker x reader (gender neutral; no y/n. i know the title uses she/her pronouns but it's just for the title lol. from this song. actual fic has no pronouns or any gendered terms!) warnings: big warning for a creepy man. being spit on. nothing too graphic. you stand up for yourself. swearing. i think that's it. let me know if i missed anything. summary: this is the absolute last time you'll ever go to a party.

Another groan left your lips when you checked your phone for about the thousandth time since you had walked through the door of this crowded, sweaty apartment. You hated parties. Especially when you were by yourself. Usually, you would deny the invitation the same day you received one, but your friend was graduating, and you figured you would feel even worse than you did at the present time if you didn’t at least come to say hello. And, in said situation where you had to go, you would most definitely convince someone to go along with you, but you tried multiple friends, and pestered Peter a million times about it.

Needless to say, it didn’t work out, and you were now standing in the corner, hiding yourself by the stairs with a sad, flat cup of soda in your hand.

It’s not like Peter had said no out of a personal preference, crime had been wild lately and he had been chasing a lead on some new science experiment gone wrong tonight. He said he would try and show up, but you knew how he kept his Spider-Man hours too well to have much hope it would pan out. You didn’t blame him, never could for the amount of care he gives people so selflessly, but you would be lying if you said you didn’t miss him desperately.

If Peter were here, he’d be murmuring dumb little jokes in your ear, arm slung over your shoulders. He’d people watch with you, making up stupid voices and filling in imaginary dialogue just to get even the smallest of laughs out of you. And his presence alone would have probably run off the guy that had been making eyes at you from across the room for ten minutes now. But, alas, you were alone at a party in the corner, so that meant you were free meat to any drunk buffoon who happened to see you.

And oh no, this buffoon was making a beeline for you.

“Need a refill?” Mr. Buffoon asked, a drunk grin spreading across his face. You gave the politest smile you could muster, bordering on grimace, and added a curt no before trying to slip away. He managed to catch your wrist before you could leave. And now you very much realized you would feel less bad than you do now if you had simply disappointed your friend and not showed up. “So, what’s a lovely little thing like you doing here all alone?”

“Avoiding people.” You let out bluntly. The guy just laughed, bumping into you like he was some kind of friend. You frowned when sticky drops of whatever concoction he was chugging flicked across your arm at his movements.

“Lone wolf, huh? You’re lucky, that’s just my type.”

“Oh, I’m the luckiest person in the world.” You raised your eyebrows, sarcasm smothering your tone. You took a sip of your sad drink. Might as well add to your misery.

Buffoon continued to drag on and on, pushing shitty compliments and flirts your way every so often. Every time you tried to turn and leave he’d reach out and grab your wrist, tighter and tighter, to pull you back. It was annoying how helpless you felt. You hadn’t said anything the whole time aside from when he first walked up. He must have been either completely wasted or totally socially unaware (likely both), because nothing seemed to give him a clue that you would rather be anywhere else right now.

Finally, after another five minutes of droning on with his slimy hand gripping far too snugly on your wrist, the other touching far too close to your ass, you had enough. Before you knew it, the rest of your flat, depressing soda was dripping from his face as you seethed out the words you had wanted to say since the second he laid his cold eyes on you.

“Buzz off, asshat, I’m not going to fuck you.” He seemed shocked, somehow, despite the rest of the red flags you were waving directly in his face. Then his expression turned something a lot more frightening.

“Bitch.” Was apparently the only thing he could think of next.

And then: spit. Right in your face.

Then he was on the floor.

Your chest heaved with anger at what he had just done, the new pain in your right hand burning with just the same fire. You closed your eyes, trying to calm yourself down, then felt your body get jerked, head smacking into the side of the banister. That asshole had the nerve to lay his hands on you again.

This time, his nose made a crack. You only felt a little bad, quickly escaping to the kitchen before he could follow.

You sucked in air through your teeth at the dull pain in your head, contrasting the searing pain in your knuckles. Again, you closed your eyes, taking deep breaths as you leaned forward, hands on the counter to steady yourself. Adrenaline coursed through your veins. Your hands were trembling. You weren’t scared, or even regretful, in fact you felt justified, but the whole experience had sure struck a nerve.

A few minutes later, you had managed to calm yourself down enough to feel mildly normal again. And then fingertips brushed your waist, someone starting a greeting. They never got to finish before your already sore fist met their face, square in the nose. Your eyes widened as you fully comprehended who it was, beginning to frantically apologize. Peter squeezed his eyes shut in pain, waving you off.

"I shouldn't have snuck up on you like that, it's my bad..." He trailed off, taking in the sight of your already bruising knuckles as you covered your mouth in shock, as well as the red fingerprints painting your wrist and the small cut on your temple. You could almost see the gears turning in his head, the way he set his jaw, beginning to fill in the gaps in his head. You moved towards him calmly.

"Peter," you took his face in your hands, partially to calm him down, partially to make sure he didn't go anywhere. "I am completely and totally okay. I just... got into a little fight."

"Little? You're hurt." He worried. His eyebrows pulled together, a frown tugged at his lips. One that was far too cute for how seriously concerned he was.

"You should see the other guy." You chuckled. Peter's serious expression didn't change.

"Maybe I will."

"Peter," you said his name, sternly this time, in an effort to push away whatever vaguely threatening thoughts were swimming in his head. "I can take care of myself. I mean, I already did. Pretty sure I broke the guy's nose." Your boyfriend cocked an eyebrow at you, half proud and half not quite sure he heard you right. He opened his mouth to speak but you beat him to it. "I may have done the same to you." You mumbled, reaching for the paper towels nearby when crimson began running down his upper lip. You tilted his head back, helping to clean him up.

"I'm a broken nose veteran, and I can tell you my nose is definitely still intact. You just gave me a little nosebleed, no biggie," He squeezed your shoulder in reassurance, leaning against the counter with his head still back. "What happened, baby?"

"Well... someone may or may not have been trying to flirt with me a little too... physically... and so I told him off a little harshly because it had been going on for like twenty minutes... and then he may have... spit on me," you could feel the frustration radiating off of Peter as soon as you said the last part. You scooted closer to him, hopping up on the counter to wrap an arm around his middle. Your chin came to rest on his shoulder. "Before I knew what happened I just swung. Hit him right in the nose. He pushed me into the stairs so I hit him again, then he started crying, like a little kid. I almost felt bad for a second. After that, he just ran off."

"Jesus," was all Peter said. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Just a little shaken up,” you shrugged, rubbing his back and enjoying the feel of his warmth against you. It was grounding. "I'm really happy to see you."

"I would say the same if I could properly see past my stupid nose," he referred to the way his head was still tilted back. His eyes strained to look at you. You smiled at his genuine frustration, kneeling on the counter so you were hovering over his face. You gave him a quick peck on the lips, then the cheek. He let out a laugh while he slowly moved his head back down to a natural position. A few sniffles later, after confirming there was no more blood, he sent you a soft smile, one that was laced with pride.

"I'm sorry I punched you."

"Don't worry about it, babe," he shook his head. "It was kind of hot."

"I don't know if I should be flattered or concerned."

"You should definitely be flattered, I get punched a lot and it's never had that effect on me." He let one of those signature Peter grins take over his face, one that made you feel like you were floating in the clouds. "Now, let me see that right hook, Rocky." Your boyfriend pushed himself from the counter. He nudged your legs open so he could stand between them to examine your wounds.

"I'm fine--" You cut yourself off with a hiss when he gently prodded at your bruising knuckles. He gave you an apologetic look before reaching over to an ice chest that was nestled nearby with the party's supply of drinks. He made you a makeshift ice pack with some of the cubes, wrapped in a kitchen towel that he'd judged as mostly clean. The ice soothed your aching joints almost immediately.

Peter moved on to the cut on your head, courtesy of the banister of the stairs that you had made contact with. His fingers were ever so soft in their movements, whispers of touches, for fear of causing you more pain. You had to admit, your head was throbbing a bit from the injury, but not enough to be concerning to you.

"Hold on," his tongue peeked out of his lips as he dug in his pocket for something. Eventually, he retrieved an only slightly crumpled, but still packaged Hello Kitty band-aid with a small aha! "There we go," he murmured as he smoothed it over the cut, sealing the care with a gentle kiss. "All better."

"Thanks, bug," you murmured. He just shrugged, almost sheepishly.

"I don't like that you're hurt, but it does feel good to pay you back for always taking care of me when I'm all beat up," he sighed. He caught your chin between his thumb and forefinger, leaning in closer. "I'm glad you're okay. And that you gave that guy what he deserved, for the record." The pride swelled in his chest as he looked at you with wide, eager eyes. Peter adored that you weren’t afraid to stand up to yourself, and, sure, maybe delighted a little too much in the image conjured up in his mind of the man who’d essentially assaulted you in the hospital. He wasn’t normally so violent minded, but he had little sympathy for some asshole who didn’t respect personal boundaries. And that’s something he’s not ever going to feel bad about.

Peter hooked his hands around your knees to pull you forward, closer to him. He carefully placed little kisses in a trail from your collarbone up to your cheek. You preened under the affection, leaning gratefully into his warmth. You settled your arms at his shoulders, splaying your fingers into the soft brunette tufts at the nape of his neck.

“I missed you,” he mumbled, closing his eyes as he pressed his cheek to yours. You were warm all over, feeling dazed at his closeness. “Can we go home? I need some alone time with you.” He mumbled, asking shyly much like when he had first asked you out; what seemed like forever ago. Coming from anyone else, the statement would be inherently sexual, but you knew Peter just really wanted to have some time where he could indulge in your affections before falling asleep. The exhaustion in both his posture and his voice clued you in to the fact that he’d clearly had a rough night as his alter-ego, even if it had been short. You smiled, pushing him away enough to hop down from the counter. The two of you quickly made your way to the door, avoiding contact with the other people still partying so you wouldn’t get stuck in a conversation.

Across the hall, down the stairs, out into the biting New York winter air. You shivered, goosebumps finding their way out of your skin on your exposed neck. You helplessly tugged your sleeves over your hands in a pointless attempt for warmth. It hadn't seemed nearly as cold when you’d walked over, and the temperature wasn’t predicted to drop that much...

Shit.

“Wait, Pete, I forgot my jacket.” You stopped in your tracks, Peter dramatically getting yanked back as he tried to keep moving. He noticed the way you were hugging yourself with your free arm. His eyes softened as he moved towards you.

“I’ll text ‘em tomorrow, I’m sure you can pick it up later,” he reassured you, clearly not wanting to go back to the party. You didn’t want to either, quickly conceding to Peter’s suggestion. He moved closer to hug you, wrapping the edges of his well-loved long duster jacket around you with his arms so you were both enveloped in warmth. Even more heat pooled in your stomach at the romantic gesture. Peter was no stranger to ooey-gooey actions like this, although he consistently claimed he was bad at it, and each time it melted your heart. He was so sincere, so genuine with his love sometimes you didn’t know what to do with yourself. “You’re cold.”

“Not anymore,” you mumbled. A sudden shy feeling fell over you, which could have made you laugh at the fact that not even an hour ago you had knocked some guy in the face without hesitation. Your boyfriend pressed a sweet kiss to your lips, nose, and forehead. That Peter Parker smile graced his stupid, perfect face once again.

“Here,” he stepped back from you briefly. An unwelcome rush of cold hit you at the lack of warmth. Peter slipped off his well-loved green army jacket off from under his coat. You let him tug it over your shoulders, so you were snug, enveloped in more protection from the cold and the scent of his cologne that was clinging to the familiar article of clothing. “C’mon, we can make the subway, it’ll be faster.” He tilted his head in that direction, leading you to follow close beside him. The way Peter slid his hand into your back pocket to keep you pressed into his side as you traversed towards the subway was more than enough to keep you from turning blue by the time you made it to the train. In fact, it turned you more pink in the face than anything.

[omgrachwrites]

Tell Him Anything - Peter Parker

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: When your little brother wants to meet his favourite superhero, you have to go to the only person who can help. Peter Parker.

Warnings: fluff, angst, swearing, mentions of death

Words: 2312

A/N: Hope you guys enjoy this, and please let me know what you think, I love you all! xxx

For if he knew How much I love him, No power on Earth Could make him stay.

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You smiled at Aaron, your ten-year-old brother as he excitedly ran out of his elementary school, a beaming smile on his face. You held out your arms wide and he ran into them. As you held him tight you decided to make the most of this because in a few short years he wouldn’t want to hug you in front of his friends.

“How was school, buddy?” you grinned as Aaron pulled away from you and you noticed that he had an excited glint in his eyes.

“It was good! We learned about volcanoes!” he sighed before his little face dropped, “people were being mean again.”

Anger bubbled in your chest as you walked to your car, people weren’t very nice to your baby brother, “what were they saying this time?”

“They were saying that I’d never meet Spider-Man because I’m a nerd and he wouldn’t think I was cool.”

You almost cursed beneath your breath as you started up the car, kids could be so cruel, you wanted to help your brother out. He deserved to meet his hero, so you concocted a plan, “don’t worry, Aaron, I’ll make it right.”

The next day you didn’t have work so you were able to set your plan into motion, unfortunately for you, you had to go to the one person who you knew was in contact with Spider-Man. Peter Parker. You and Peter never really got on with one another when you were in school together and it was completely your fault.

As you walked into The Daily Bugle office, Eddie Brock was smirking at you from where he sat, “and what do you want, beautiful Y/N?”

There was something about Eddie Brock that was unnerving but you just couldn’t put your finger on it, “I need to see Peter, where is he?” you sighed, wanting to roll your roll your eyes but you didn’t want to come off as rude.

“On his break.”

“Oh,” you bit your lip, as you made to leave, “will you tell Peter that I came by?”

“Why do you need to see me Y/L/N?” a snarky voice made you turn around to see Peter smirking at you. He looked so good that you were momentarily thrown off guard.

“I can come back,” you jabbed your thumb at the door.

Peter shrugged nonchalantly, “what’s the point of that when you’re here now?” when you didn’t have an answer he smirked again, “come on,” he took you out into the corridor, “so, talk,” he raised an eyebrow as he leaned against the wall with folded arms.

“I needed a favour, Parker.”

The handsome young man scoffed before he started laughing without humour “seriously? After all this time, you come to see me so you can ask a favour? You’re a real piece of work, Y/N.”

Irritation quickly bubble in your chest as you narrowed your eyes at him, “you know what? Forget it, I’ll do it myself, I don’t want to owe you anything,” you spat and turned to walk away.

You jumped a little when Peter put the flat of his hand on the door you were trying to open, “wait, Y/N. What is it?”

You sighed and turned back to face him, “technically, the favour isn’t for me. You can get in contact with Spider-Man right? After all, you take his picture for the paper.”

For a split second, Peter’s face fell and his eyes were wounded, he looked like a lost puppy, “this is about Spider-Man?” his voice was strained and he heaved a sigh when you nodded, “fine, go ahead.”

You bit your lip, trying to figure out where to start, “my little brother Aaron is getting picked on in school, he’s a little nerdy but his favourite person in the whole world – apart from me of course – is Spider-Man,” you hesitated.

“What are you trying to say, Y/N?” you could tell that he was getting impatient.

“I just think it might be cool if he could meet Spider-Man, I really think that it would mean the world to him.”

Peter was silent for a second as his eyes found the floor and you knew that this was a bad idea, “sorry, Peter. I shouldn’t have asked, Spider-Man is so busy, he doesn’t have time for house calls,” you laughed nervously as you began to back away, stopping when Peter spoke up.

“When and where?” he muttered as he lifted his head to make eye contact with you.

“I’ll write my address down. Friday night, I’m making dinner at half five if he’d like to come for it.”

Peter laughed, a real laugh that made his cheeks dimple and the smile reached his eyes, “I’ll tell him to get to your place for quarter past six.”

“Thanks, Peter I really appreciate it.”

Peter nodded, “you’re welcome.”

Friday rolled around and you were so excited, Aaron’s eyes lit up as he talked about Spider-Man he just needed a little bit of hope. At quarter past six, like clockwork the doorbell rang and you smiled when you saw Spider-Man standing on your porch. It was so surreal seeing the masked hero up close.

“Hi,” you stuttered.

“Y/N?” he asked and you heard the smile in his voice.

You nodded dumbly, you were a little star struck, “sorry, um,” you flushed and laughed, “thank you so much for coming, I really appreciate it,” you smiled and the masked hero nodded.

“Of course, I promised Peter that I would,” he hesitated as he briefly looked at the floor before looking back up at you, “how do you want me to do this? Do you want me to surprise your brother?”

You shook your head rapidly, you didn’t want him to think that you were taking advantage of him, “no, I don’t to parade you around like a show pony. Would you like to come through the front door? I know that you’re probably not used to it,” you smirked as you gestured for him to come inside.

Spider-Man laughed as he stepped over the threshold, he had a nice laugh, it made you feel all warm inside but there was something that was oddly familiar about it. As you took Spider-Man through your house you smiled as you could hear Aaron reading out loud to himself. You hovered in the doorway with Spider-Man standing behind you.

“Aaron?” your brother looked up at you, “there’s someone here to see you,” you grinned, stepping to the side and Aaron gasped.

“Mr Spider-Man!”

“Hey, buddy!” Spider-Man stepped into the living room, you could hear the smile in his voice as he knelt down to Aaron’s level and gave him a hug, “it’s Aaron, right?”

Aaron gasped again and he glanced over at you, “Y/N! He knows my name!” Aaron looked up at his hero with adoration in his eyes.

“He does, sweetheart!”

Aaron’s demeanour changed almost instantly as he looked between you and Spider-Man, and you understood immediately. He wanted to speak to his hero alone but he wanted you to be close, “I’ll be right here, sweetie,” you gestured to the stairs. If you sat on the stairs, you would be able to see Aaron but you wouldn’t be able to hear their conversation.

Aaron’s face transformed with a bright smile as he nodded. It was so cute knowing that Aaron was talking to his hero and though you couldn’t hear what they were saying, you could hear Aaron’s little giggle every now and then.

When Aaron showed Spider-Man the volcano he made in school you heard the superhero exclaim, “wow, bud! That is the coolest thing ever!”

When it was time for Aaron to do his homework, he gave his hero a big hug, “bye, Mr Spider-Man, thank you for coming to see me!”

“You’re welcome bud! It was so good to meet you,” he held his hand in the air for a high five, Aaron giggled as he smacked his hand against Spider-Man’s, “you’re the coolest guy I know!”

The delighted smile that Aaron shot Spider-Man almost made you cry as your brother went upstairs. You nervously laughed, suddenly feeling shy now that you and Spider-Man were alone, “are you hungry? I’ve got leftovers.”

Spider-Man shook his head, “no thank you, I’m not really that hungry,” about a second later his stomach rumbled.

You smirked as you teased the hero, “my, my, Spidey! I didn’t think you were a liar, come on, let me get you something to eat. You don’t have to take your mask off properly,” you had expected him to protest but he said nothing as you took him through to the kitchen. You fixed him a plate and got him a soda.

“Thanks, Y/N,” he lifted his mask so it was just above his lips, he had the prettiest mouth you’d ever seen, lips that were begging to be kissed, “Aaron’s a really good kid.”

You grinned, glowing with pride at the compliment, “he’s the best.”

Spider-Man took a sip of his soda, “so, Peter told me that you went to high school together but that you didn’t get on or something?”

You nodded, biting your lip, “yes. We didn’t get on and it’s my fault,” you didn’t like reliving the memory but you decided that you should finally talk about it.

“What do you mean?” Spider-Man frowned.

“Can I tell you something?” when Spider-Man nodded you continued, “but you can’t tell Peter and it might be too much information but I need to tell someone.”

Spider-Man’s lips quirked into a smile, “you can tell me, Y/N, you don’t know who I am so it’ll be a lot easier because you won’t care what I think. I promise I won’t tell Peter, scouts honour,” he did a mock salute which made you laugh.

“Okay,” you take a deep breath, “it all started when I first met Peter at thirteen, I fell in love with him almost instantly, he was the most beautiful boy that I’d ever seen. At the time I was having a really shitty time, Aaron had just been born and our piece of shit dad dumped us at our Uncle’s who couldn’t care less about us,” you paused when you realised how shocked Spider-Man looked.

“You were in love with Peter?” he asked, his voice going up an octave.

“I still am,” you laughed, and it was true, you still loved him, “but I didn’t trust guys, especially not handsome ones, and he was so nice, he walked me to class after I got lost on my first day. I didn’t want to get rejected by him so I started acting like I hated him.”

“Y/N,” Spider-Man trailed off and you could hear the judgement in his voice.

“I know, I know it was shitty but you have to understand, I couldn’t let myself be hurt by him, I never would have come back from it, it would have been too painful. And, I knew that as soon as I turned 18 I’d have to get a place of my own with Aaron, so I really had no time for boys.”

“So, what about when you’d settled? You’re still at odds with each other aren’t you?”

You nodded with a sigh as you leaned against the kitchen counter, “I guess it was just easier.”

“What if Peter felt the same?”

“He doesn’t,” he sighed, you wished that he did but you knew that there was no way.

“He does,” Spider-Man muttered quietly.

“How do you know that?” you narrowed your eyes at him, “did Peter tell you that?” you wouldn’t let yourself hope, not even for a second.

“Not exactly,” he sighed, “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” he pulled off his mask.

Shock ran through your body as you stared at the unmasked hero with an open mouth, those puppy dog brown eyes stared at you, “Peter? H-how…” the expression on Peter’s face made you trail off.

“How could you do that to me? I loved you from the first moment I saw you,” he sighed and you could only stare, you thought that you would pass out from the shock, “it didn’t matter that you seemed to hate me. Then, I met and fell for Gwen and I didn’t think about you anymore, it was almost a relief that I didn’t love the girl who hated me. Then Gwen died and I was broken but when I thought it was time to move on, you were there again. You’ve always been there Y/N, I love you.”

“Why?” you teared up and sniffled, you didn’t want to cry in front of Peter, “why when I’ve been so terrible to you?”

“Because I know what a good person you are, you’ve been raising a little gentleman, you’ve put your life all on hold to raise your little brother,” he reached out to wipe away the tears that were sliding down your cheeks, “I knew there must have been something going on, but I was too afraid to ask.”

“I’m so sorry,” you whispered as you leaned into his touch, “I love you, Peter. Can you forgive me?”

Peter only smiled as he cupped your chin and leaned in to give you the gentlest kiss you’d ever experienced, when he pulled away he leaned his forehead against yours, “I’m not going to hurt you, Y/N.”

You smiled, you believed him, you believed this beautiful man standing in front of you, offering his heart. Suddenly, a flash of blue and the noise of sirens going past your house broke the moment.

“Go get ‘em, tiger,” you laughed as Peter gave you one more kiss and pulled on his mask.

“I’ll call you,” you could hear the smile in his voice as he climbed out of your kitchen window, swinging on his webs, a vision in red and blue against the navy night sky.

[sbnslver]

Be Without Me

Pairing: TASM! Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Angst and mentions of Gwen. Break-up

A/N I guess I’m incapable of writing happiness 😭

Word Count: 1.1k

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"Please look at me." He whispered.

"I can’t even begin to tell you how much I hate you." You were crying, your face laying flat against your bed.

You just found out that Peter was Spider-Man only a couple hours earlier. He had lied to you about everything, and the only reason you found out was because you accidentally saw him in the midst of changing in an alleyway.

"You told me you didn’t love me anymore and that you couldn’t bear to be with me. How do you explain that?" You moved so that you could look at him, and you saw that there were bruises and cuts forming on his face. How could you have not noticed it before?

"I did it to protect you. I couldn’t stand the thought of something happening to you because of who I am." He looked down at his feet as he said this. "I’m sorry I hurt you. I thought I was doing the right thing by removing myself from your life."

"You’re wrong, Peter." You moved to sit up and look him in the eyes. "You caused more harm than good," you shook your head, enraged. “Did you think I was never going to find out? Why do you try to do everything alone? There are people who love you. I love you." Your voice was getting louder by the second, and you were desperate to make him realize that he didn’t have to be alone.

"I know... It’s just... It’s hard for me." He looked defeated, and his eyes started to become glossy. "You know everything that happened with Gwen, I don’t want to lose you too." He had tears streaming down his face. "I knew that when I got involved with you, it’d have to end sooner or later, or else it would end the same way."

"Peter…" You didn’t know what to say. You had met Peter months after Gwen’s death, and even then he was a complete wreck. Knowing that he cared so much about you made your heart swell, but that didn’t change anything. You still wanted to be with him despite the risks.

"(Y/N) I love you, I really do, but I can’t do this. It’s too hard for me. " He moved to get up from his position on the floor. He wiped his eyes. They were red from his tears. He moved closer to you, his hands wrapping around your arms. He looked at you and inched his head closer and closer to yours until your lips met.

You could feel every ounce of his love for you being poured into the kiss. Lips melting together was just pure bliss. You moved your hands to wrap around his neck, fingers running through his hair. You could feel wet drops on your cheek, not realizing you had begun to cry. After what seemed like hours, he pulled away. His lips parted to say something, but no words ever came. Instead, he let you go and moved to grab his jacket.

"It’s time I let you go. If anything ever happened to you because of me, I’d never recover. " He moved towards your bedroom door and twisted the knob. "Thank you for letting me love you and thank you for loving me." Then he was gone. 

You sat on your bed looking at your door, hoping that he would come back and this was all just a joke. You wanted him back, you didn’t care. When you realized he wasn’t ever coming back, you cried. You cried like you were in the worst pain imaginable, and you were. Your heart was shattered and nothing could fix that unless it was Peter. 

You cried yourself to sleep that night and many of the other nights that followed. You never saw him again, no matter how hard you tried to find him. The only reason you knew he was alive was the news about Spider-Man. You tried to move on and forget him, but your heart just wouldn’t let you. 

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Peter was no better; he was utterly and completely miserable. He couldn’t sleep because he was dreaming about you. He couldn’t eat because the food wasn’t yours. He spent more time as Spider-Man than he had ever spent before because it distracted him from you.

He didn’t have friends. He spent his days entirely alone because he was afraid of the damage he might cause. He couldn’t let himself be happy, and he hadn’t since Gwen died, and he felt as if it was his fault.

He heard a knock on the door. He rose from his couch and made his way to the door. He looked through the peephole and saw you. You looked as beautiful as ever, and much better than he had looked.

"Peter, I know you’re in there. I will stay out here all night if that’s what it takes for you to talk to me." Your voice was shaky. If it was from crying or the cold air, Peter didn’t know.

"Go away (Y/N)." Peter hated being mean to you, but there was no other way to get you out of his life. He wanted you to live without him. He couldn’t be selfish. He tried once, and it ended in a fatality.

"Please... talk to me." He heard soft whimpers coming from the other side of the door. He put his hand on the knob before deciding to let it go. He couldn’t open it. He couldn’t let you think you had a chance to change his mind. "I can’t do this without you. I need you." Your soft cries carried throughout his living room.

"I don’t deserve to be loved." He sighed a shaky breath and slid down his door. "I can’t do this again (Y/N), so I’m asking you to please leave and don’t come back." He made his voice sound angry and stern. He listened to your movements from outside the door, but he was met with silence.

"If you don’t come out, Peter, you’ll lose me... forever." He heard her get up from the ground and take small steps away from his door. He didn’t make a move. He held his breath, waiting for you to leave. There were a couple of minutes that passed where no movements were made until he heard the sound of your shoes growing distant as you walked away. Listening to the sound of your quiet cries.

Peter remained on the floor at his door and let every emotion go. He was tired, angry, sad, and defeated. He never wanted this to happen, but he believed it to be the best decision for you to live a normal life. He sat on the floor for hours, just staring at his blank walls. He hoped that you'd forget about him soon and that you’d be happy. He wanted to think that without him, you’d become all you could be.

Goodbye (Y/N).

[doomed-jester]

Alright so I just finished Spider-Man Shattered Dimensions (for like the 8th time, definition of a comfort game)

For anyone curious, it runs nearly flawlessly on the steam deck. I ran into two or three crashes and got nearly 100% completion which is pretty good for PS3 emulation imo. Some minor audio issues but only in the pre-rendered cutscenes, and could probably be fixed by tweaking the settings on the emulator a little but I never touched that. Anything actually running in the engine worked fine, no glitches or bugs I hadn't experienced playing it on actual hardware.

Anyway, I love love love this game. It was what introduced me to Spider-Man Noir and 2099 and I have very fond memories of reading and rereading the Wikipedia page, falling down a rabbit hole and learning all the stuff about the comics I (at the time) couldn't access. Playing the game again as an adult with a more developed, critical eye, I can see a lot of flaws with the game, but also really get to the meat of what made me love it so much.

Wayyy too much to say but I'll drop some thoughts under the cut

Noir's sections would have been better if there was more variety and different ways to deal with the situations (Spider-Man PS4 has very similar stealth mechanics but they're much better refined, usually give you the option to just go in guns blazing outside of specific challenges and story moments, and give you ways of distracting enemies so you have more control over the situation and room for strategy. That's what this game needed.)

2099 was probably my favorite, Miguel is probably my favorite Spider-Man outside of 616 Peter and maybe Noir depending on how he's written. It's interesting that they chose such a mature voice for Miguel but reused a lot of stuff from the Timestorm storyline, which implies a way younger version of 2099. This probably had the best bosses, Hobgoblin 2099, Scorpion 2099 and Doc Ock 2099. 2/3 are original characters created for this game specifically. I wouldn't mind seeing this version of Hobgoblin come back in some capacity, maybe in the comics. I do wish they brought in more 2099 classic stuff though.

Ultimate is probably the most satisfying in terms of moment to moment gameplay, and I love that the cell shaded art style makes it feel like a graphically enhanced version of Ultimate Spider-Man (PS2). Almost makes me wish that game got a remake, but this was a very satisfying alternative. A lot of continuity nods to the comics, it can seem a lot like Ultimate Peter and Amazing are so similar that they didn't need both, but I really think the worlds they exist in are different enough to be worthwhile.

Amazing is where the game falls flat for me, unfortunately. The art style isn't as fun or unique as the others, the choices of bosses aren't as interesting (aside from Sandman, that level is perfect). He's really the all-rounder, no real gimmick to make him stand out. I think this version could've benefitted from some retooling. Maybe if his combat had been based more on speed and chaining hits rather than just being Ultimate without the crowd control capabilities. I also think they could've gone with a better choice than Juggernaut, and I'd maybe shift the order so Sandman was the first boss and make Kraven a little more difficult. I think I'd swap Juggy for The Lizard and make the level focus on chasing him through the sewers while the tablet lets him turn other people into lizards. Something like that

Overall, I love this game. I think it's a big part of why Mysterio is one of my favorite villains, and it was a big contributor to my love of multiverse stories.

I'll play Edge of Time next when I get a minute and probably have a more detailed post about my thoughts on both games then.

[rebeccccccaaa]

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ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ|| (ANON) SMUT- Peter Parker x reader, he comes home late from a mission in his uniform and they either have sex because the reader wants him to use all of his power, or they have “ I’m sorry I’m late” sex, but overall the reader is seduced by his spider suit ❤️🖤

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs|| smutttt 18+ minors dni, it’s a little crazy, rough shower sex of which i don’t condone because your ass could fall and die lol but this is fanfiction so… also tiny bit of fluff that’s kinda it

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇs|| i had a vision with the late concept lmaoooo so here ya go lolz

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“Where are you?”

“Sorry I know I'm supposed to be there right now, but these assholes starting robbing Mr. Delmar and I couldn’t let that slide, you know how it is, babe,” Peter said through the phone, or his suit really.

“I know but you promised you were gonna be on time this time,” you whined.

“I know and I promise I’ll- Shit!”

“Are you ok?” you asked quickly.

“Yeah, I’m good, Haha! These guys kinda suck,” he chuckled.

“Anyways, I promise I’ll be there in a bit; and I promise I’ll make it up to you,” he told you.

“Ok fine, my window’s unlocked,” you told him unenthusiastically.

“I love you!”

“What the fuck?” you heard a muffled voice in the background.

“Not you asshole!” you giggled before hanging up the phone.

You turned on your TV and just waited for Peter. Your roommate was out of town for spring break and you asked Peter if he wanted to spend the week with you. He said yes but he still had to pratol at night and report to Happy. He’s been coming back home too late and you made him promise to come home before; you felt like a strict mother and it was weird.

You looked at the time again at almost ten, you rolled your eyes and continued watching the screen mindlessly. It wasn’t until around ten thirty that Peter busted through the window startling you.

“Holy shit!” you shrieked.

“I’m here! I’m so sorry, baby,” he cringed at the cold look you gave him.

“You suck,” you simply said before heading to the bathroom.

“Come on, princess. I had to fight bad guys!” he wrapped his arm around you. You pushed his hand away trying your hardest to not laugh or smirk.

“Babe, please? Talk to me,” he pouted.

You turned on the water to take a shower. You stripped extra slowly just to tease him hearing him groan under his breath. You stepped in the foggy glass shower giggling quietly when you heard shuffling and grunts, things falling all over the place.

Peter easily slipped his body against yours, wrapping his arms around your naked body and his head buried in your neck. He kissed your neck hoping to pull the usual giggle from you but no, nothing. He peered his head around to look at your face and pouted when held your stoic expression.

“Baby,” he whined.

“Hm?” you pretended to hardly hear him.

“I promised to make it up to you and you’re not letting me,” he pouted.

“No, you promised to come home on time,” you argued.

“But I was fighting bad guys!” he whined

“And I’m taking a shower,” you smirked.

Peter let out a long whine and you grinned devilishly not budging. His hands roamed your body and it was getting harder and harder to resist his advances. You grabbed the body wash but Peter snatched from your hand squirting some soap on the washcloth and slowly rubbing it over your skin. He was teasing you now. He ran soap along his finger before brushing over your core making you shudder.

“I wanna make you feel good, princess,” he whispered huskily in your ear.

“Peter,” you whimpered.

“You gonna let me make it up to you?” he bit your ear softly.

“Fuck,” you felt Peter finger stroking your folds again; his thumb grazing your clit making your body jolt.

Peter’s lips continued softly pressing against your neck and you could feel his dick harden and poke your bottom. He grabbed your hips and spun you around; you instantly wrapped your arms around his neck.

“You’re so pretty.”

“You're compliments aren’t going to save your ass, I’m still mad that you came so late.”

“Are you gonna let me make it up?”

“How exactly are you going to make it up?” you teased.

“I have a few things in mind.”

He pressed you back against the cold tiled wall and fell to his knees peppering kisses as he did. He lifted your leg and hiked it over his shoulder before pressing his warm and wet tongue flat against your pussy.

You reached down and brushed the wet hairs that stuck to his forehead before combing them back. He peered up at you with his big innocent brown eyes and you moaned with your bottom lip between your teeth. Your chest moved rapidly up and down as Peter’s tongue moved faster against you.

Every flick over your clit brought you closer to your high and your legs were beginning to tremble. Peter gripped the back of your thighs hard surely to leave marks, holding you steady so you wouldn’t collapse on him. He dipped his tongue past your entrance and you gasped at the feeling of his tongue swirling inside you.

“Aw, shit,” you moaned, hitting your head on the wall as you threw your head back.

“Taste so fucking good, baby girl. Fucking delicious,” Peter said dipping his fingers inside you before thrusting them in and out of you quickly.

“Oh, fucking shit, Peter!” you moaned, tightening your stomach as you breached your release.

“You gonna come? Come all over my fingers like a fucking whore?” his words made you gasp as you never actually heard such filth come from Peter, especially during sex; but you’d be a liar if it hadn’t made your knees buckle.

“Shit!” you trembled gripping tightly onto Peter’s hair pulling a moan that drove you over the edge.

Peter leaned forward, lapping up all that you released on his hand. He pulled his fingers out before standing up and sucking on them as he stared directly into your eyes. You bit your lip watching him suck his fingers clean. When he released them with a lewd pop, you grabbed the back of his neck, crashing your lips bruisingly with his tasting yourself on his tongue.

He moaned deeply and it was music to your ears. He had his hand next to your head and you gripped onto it when you felt his aching erection poking between your thighs. You reached down with your other hand and stroked him softly emitting a pleasurable grunt from him.

He grabbed the backs of your thighs whispering, Jump, in your ear. He pressed his body flushed against yours to hold you up your perked nipples pressing against his chest making Peter shudder. He lined his thick cock pushing slowly past your fold stretching you out perfectly just the way you like it.

“So fucking tight, princess,” he mumbled in your neck.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, Pete,” you whimpered.

“Nu-uh, you’re gonna hold it until I’m ready, got it?”

“I can’t.”

“Yes, you can. Be a good girl and listen to daddy.” This new side was very appealing to you.

“Fuck I can feel you so deep,” you cupped his face. You and Peter only ever really had sex in missionary; ocasionally you rode him but it wasn’t often. Having him rut into you like this, he was hitting deep inside you that no one has ever reached before. It felt so good, you weren’t going to last until he was ready.

“Ugh, daddy! Daddy please let me cum!” you whined.

“Just wait,” he grunted, rutting his hips faster and harder into you making your squeak.

“Fucking desperate little whore. Practically begging daddy to let you come,” Peter wrapped his hand around your throat and squeezed the sides lightly.

“Holy shit,” you breathed out; eyes rolling back and your mouth dropping open. Your walls began clenching tightly around Peter’s cock and his hips suddenly bucked into you when you did.

“Fuck, do that again, princess,” he growled.

You clenched again hearing Peter’s satisfying moan. He was chasing his orgasm; his hips moving wildly, animalistically. You whimpered and tears brimmed your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure that coated your body.

“You ready baby?” he whispered against your lips.

“Fuck yes!” you cried.

“Come, baby. Come all my cock,” he reached his fingers to rub your clit harshly and it drove you over the edge. Your body tightened and shook as you came with a scream. Peter released his hold on your neck and buried his face in your neck.

You two steady yourselves for a minute before Peter slowly and carefully set you back to the ground. When you did, your knees wobbled and you gripped onto Peter to stabilize yourself. He chuckled, holding you closely before pressing faint kisses to your still wet skin. He grabbed the wash cloth once again and quickly cleaned you up before cleaning himself.

The water was extremely cold now and you trembled terribly. He turned the water off and grabbed a warm and fluffy towel wrapping it around you tightly. He lifted you bridal style and carried you to the bedroom placing you gently on the bed.

He grabbed some clothes for you to wear to sleep; pressing kisses along your legs as he pulled your clean panties and pajama bottoms up your legs. Light feathery kisses littered your belly and chest as he pulled a shirt over your head.

You smiled softly at him pecking his lips quickly before crawling under the sheets. Peter threw on some sweats and crawled into the bed with you pulling close to his side. You rested your head on his shoulder looking lovingly up at him and your hands on his bare chest.

“I like that side of you. Daddy,” you teased.

“I don't know what came over me. Sorry if I was too rough,” he said shyly.

“No it was perfect. I didn’t know you had that in you. We should do that more often,” you brushed your leg up his suggestively.

“Really?”

“Mh-hm,” you nodded with a grin on your face.

“Maybe we should,” he kissed your nose. There was a quick moment of silence that settled over you peacefully, your heavy eyes closing ready to fall asleep before you spoke up again.

“I’m still upset that you were late,” you whispered.

“Dammit,” Peter grunted.

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You’re a Sunflower (Part 2)

A/N : as some of you requested a second part here is it. I tried to incorporate all of the ideas you sent. Hope you like it. Let me know what you think.

Part 1

Pairing : Peter Parker x Reader

Summary : you finally come out of coma.

Warnings : none 

Peter’s phone rang the caller id flashing with Mr Stark’s name as he receives the call

“Hey Mr. Stark”

“Hey kid, where are you?” his voice sounded a little wary.

“Uh I’m at a college party. Is everything alright?” Peter frowns.

“Uh Peter you might want to be here at the compound right now”

“Anything wrong?”

“It’s Y/N” Peter felt his heart clench at it as an unknown fear gripped him.

“Y/N? What happened to her?” he asks restlessly.

“Things don't seem pretty good you should come as early as possible” Peter ends the call immediately without wasting time he rushed out of the party. Reaching the compound he runs out of the elevator to go to your room.

“Y/N! Y/N!” he pants as he finds your room empty.

“Peter..” Tony places a hand on his shoulder.

“Mr Stark where’s Y/N?” he turns to him with tears in his eyes.

“She has been shifted to the emergency room, her vitals were fluctuating massively. We have called in the best team of doctors and Strange is personally supervising everything. All will be fine kid” Tony tries his best to calm him down just then Strange and Banner walk out of the emergency room.

“What is her condition now Strange?” Tony asks.

“Nothing satisfactory. The toxin levels in her brain are just increasing by time we are trying to lower it but she isn’t responding to any of the drugs. If it deteriorates further I’m sorry to say but she might suffer a multi organ failure” Strange informs sadly.

“Mr Stark what if you give my blood to her? The spider venom in it will quickly heal her” Peter sounded desperate as he proposes the idea to them.

“Peter, are you forgetting that your father genetically modified the venom which is only compatible with his bloodline. Your blood will just worsen her condition” Tony says disapprovingly.

“I know but you’re the genius Tony Stark. Can’t you and Bruce think of a way to reverse engineer it and make her DNA compatible with my blood?” 

“It's impossible Peter it will take days, we even don’t know if it will even work or not and Y/N is running out of time” Banner points out.

“No, no there’s got to be some other way” he rambles pacing up and down the room.

“Peter, listen, you need to calm down” Tony advises.

“How can I calm down when the love of my life, my best friend is dying in front of my eyes and I’m sitting here helpless?!” Peter snaps out at him before dropping down on a nearby chair feeling awful at yelling at his father figure like mentor. He was completely broken from inside seeing you in your deathbed. He has lost his parents, his uncle, he doesn’t want to lose you too.

“Peter, we can understand what you’re going through everyone here loves Y/N  dearly but you have to stay strong” Natasha sat beside him rubbing his shoulders gently to help him calm down.

“Her pulse is declining” one of the doctors announced

“Charge the defibrillators now” Strange orders as he rushes inside.

“Y/N!” Peter stands up immediately 

“No, Peter you can’t go inside” everybody stops him.

“You don’t understand Y/N is dying she needs me” Peter sobbed.

“No one is dying today, get yourself together Queens” Steve orders him strictly.

Peter saw through the glass partition from outside the emergency room, your face covered with an oxygen mask and several wires connecting your body to different machines in the room, the team of doctors surrounding you trying their best in keeping you alive. One of them charged the defibrillator and placed the paddles on your chest. Your body jolted at the shock as everyone observed the monitor with anticipation but unfortunately your heart rate was continuously decreasing. They repeated the process but it seemed to be a futile attempt.

The beeping went slower and the HRM flat lined as Peter stared at it blankly.

Is this how your story ends? No heartfelt conversations, no last goodbyes just you drifting away from him in your sleep forever. The promise you made to each other of growing old together now lay broken. He hates to make this about himself but what is he supposed to do without you? When life gets hard who is he gonna pour his heart out to? Who’s going to cheer him up and make him believe in himself? Will he never get the chance to say how much he loves you? That you’re his ray of sunshine, his sunflower. You lighten up his life with your warmth and love and without you it’s all dark and cold. Tears trickled down his eyes as he watched the doctors give cpr to your limp body.

“Okay one more time” they charged the device and pressed it on your chest. Your body jolted all eyes inside and outside the room trained on the monitor hoping for some miracle to happen and after some nerve racking seconds later the machine started to beep again with kinks appearing in the monitor showing your heart was beating again. Everyone heaved a sigh of relief and rejoiced at it.

Strange and Banner walk out of the room to break the news that you were finally responding to the medicines and the toxin levels have decreased in your body. They also indicated that there may be a slight chance of you to wake up from your coma. Peter refused to go back home and stayed up all night by your side. He had decided to never let you out of his sight anymore.

🌻

Next morning Peter was dozing off beside you half asleep whilst you lay on the bed motionless, the sunlight peeking through the blinders of the window when suddenly you mumbled in your sleep.

“Peter…Peter..” Peter immediately jolted out of his sleep, his eyes wide in surprise and disbelief he thought he may be hearing things due to lack of sleep and then he watched you stir in your sleep there was a surge of emotions inside him as he jumped off his seat.

“Y/N?” lacing his hand to yours he shouted out “Mr Stark! Y/N is awake!”  

“Peter..” you mumbled again 

“Y/N I’m right here” his voice quivered, holding your hand tighter as tears filled his eyes. You squint your eyes open your pupils slowly adjusting to the lighting of the room and the first thing you saw was Peter’s warm honey brown eyes red and puffy tears streaming down the corners.

“Hey” he sniffles, smiling weakly. You tried to sit up with a groan.

“No, no don’t get up you’re weak” Peter makes you lie down again, your eyes scanning the unfamiliar surroundings.

“Where am I?” you ask in a raspy voice.

“You’re in the Avengers med facility” he informs wiping his tears with his hands.

“Why? What happened?” you frown as you hold your head a dull ache still persisting. “Why can’t I remember anything? The last thing I recall is you defeated eletro and-and then Harry threw me off the building, I-I was so scared” you rambled. He pulled you in his arms caressing the back of your head gently.

“I know, I know but everything is okay now, you’re safe” he murmured softly, you pulled away to look at him properly. 

“Did you get him?” Peter takes a long sigh before breaking the news to you.

“No Y/N and it has been 3 months to that incident” his voice was calm as your eyes bulged out in shock.

“Wait 3 months! But why don’t I remember anything after that?” you were totally lost.

“Y/N you had been in a coma for the last three months” he informs you.

“What?” you looked at him in disbelief 

“Yes Y/N I couldn’t save you on time and you were badly injured, the doctors were also unsure that if you were ever gonna recover but finally you are awake now”

“Oh my god..wait, where’s mom and dad? Are they ok? And aunt May?” you badgered him with questions.

“Everyone is fine Y/N and they will soon be here to meet you” he assures you meanwhile Tony came rushing in.

“Peter we heard you..” he stopped as soon as his eyes went to you “oh my god Y/N you’re finally awake” he exclaims in joy as the other avengers walk in the room they were equally happy and relieved that you have finally recovered.

“Welcome back to the land of the awakened” Natasha snickers giving you a warm hug as you smiled widely “Girl you really scared us last night”

Everyone asked you about how you’re feeling to which you had to reassure them several times that you feel fine. Your parents came to visit you along with aunt May; it was indeed an emotional moment for everyone. 

Later when everybody had finally left you alone in your room to rest Peter came in with a bouquet of sunflowers in hand. Your face instantly lit up seeing him. You never got the chance to talk to him properly between your parents and friends dropping by to pay you a visit and ask about your wellbeing so you were dying to have some alone time with him. 

“Aw you brought me sunflowers?” you chimed and he gave you a warm smile.

“Of course they’re your favourite after all, I actually brought them everyday for you so whenever you wake up you see the thing that makes you happiest” he says putting them inside the vase and then sits beside you.

“Then I have to say it's you who makes me the happiest” you reach out your hand to cup his face he holds it with his hand and softly kisses it.

Tony along with the other avengers were on their way to check up on you but they stopped at the doorway seeing you both.

“Aww they look so cute together again” Natasha gushed while Tony and Steve broke into a smile.

“I’m so happy to see the kid smiling again these past three months had been hell for him” Tony looks at Peter proudly.

“Let’s not disturb them right now and ruin the moment for them” Steve suggested.

“Yeah let them be, they deserve some alone time” Natasha and Tony agreed and went away. 

“Ok I know the college applications are closed now but I’m sure Mr Stark can pull some strings and I’ll provide you with all the notes you don’t have to worry about anything ok” Peter says cheerfully.

“Peter I just woke up from a three month coma. The last thing I want to hear right now is about college and exams” 

“Ok so what do you wanna talk about?” he scratches the back of his neck nervously.

“Can we just talk about you? How are you?”

“Well now that you’re out of coma I’m good, I really missed you so much” his face drops remembering the tragic night.

“Wish I could say the same if I wasn’t completely knocked out heh” you tried to lighten the mood.

“I was so scared for a moment I thought I lost you forever” he clings onto your hand

“It’s ok Peter I’m here now and completely fine, see” you tried to cheer him up

“No it's not this was all my fault, if it wasn’t for me your life wouldn’t have come in danger. It was to take revenge on me Harry threw you off the building and I couldn’t even save you” he sniffles. You cradle his face with your hands and make him look at you.

“Peter, look at me. it. wasn’t. your fault. do you understand? You had always tried to keep me away from your dangerous life but it was I who insisted to stay by your side and I’m gonna continue doing that” you gazed into his chocolate brown eyes “and as I said before I laugh at the face of danger see I even defeated death for you” you chuckled.

“And that will be the last time Y/N, promise me whatever happens you’ll never put your life in danger for me again, promise me Y/N” he insists as you sigh.

“Okay I promise you” you pull him closer to you as he leans forward to capture your lips. It had been a long time he had felt your soft lips on his as he instantly melted in the kiss. It was so delicate, soft and full of love as tears of joy streamed down both of your eyes.

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Be With Me Instead

Sequel to Treat You Better

Warnings: non/dubcon sex, oral.

This is dark!Bucky Barnes and dark!Peter Parker explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Reader deals with the end of her relationship and the dissemblance of her life.

Note: I wrote a sequel to a one shot. Surprise, surprise. I hope y’all enjoy!

Let me know what you think!

To say your head hurt was an understatement. Your skull felt as if it would split in two. Your stomach was sour and your muscles ached. You smelled of sweat and something more definitive. A scent so carnal and strong it could not be mistaken.

You groaned and tenderly touched your temple as you laid on your side. There was heat behind you. It radiated beneath the covers and embraced you. You rubbed your head shakily as your dreams fizzled to nonsensical snapshots.

You hadn't been so hungover since your first year of uni. It kept you from more than two drinks on a night out since. Until last night. The memories a haze in your mind, blurred with your nocturnal fantasies.

You remembered Bucky, the bar, the first drink, the second, and the third, the shot of tequila. Then it all went static. You rolled flat onto your back and your arm rubbed against the source of warmth beside you. You looked over and gasped.

Bucky's bare chest rose and fell in the dim light. The morning sun was blotted out by the thick blinds. His metal arm was bent over the sheet and his dark hair was a mess of waves across the pillow. He was naked and so were you.

You sat up and struggled to untangle yourself from the covers. You fell onto the floor, your ass tender as it met the carpet. You remembered it then. All of it. The elevator, his arm around you, his lips on yours, calling his name as he--

The springs of the bed shifted and you looked up as he rolled over and leaned on his elbow to gaze down at you. He smirked, his eyes tired but sparkling. You stared back at him, mortified.

"What are you doing all the way down there?" He purred.

You shook your head and glanced around. You ignored him as you stood and groggily collected your clothes from the floor. Your legs were weak and your flesh buzzed. You could feel him still as visions of him fucking you replayed in your head.

"Hey, going so soon?" You looked over at him as you searched for your panties. Giving up, you pulled on your jeans and hooked your bra.

"B--Last night was...bad." You croaked and pulled your shirt over your head. "It shouldn't have happened." 

You grabbed your jacket and purse. You paused and touched your stomach as it threatened to flip. He was unfazed as he pushed the blankets aside and stretched with a yawn.

You tucked your socks into your purse and forced your feet into your boots. You stumbled and he caught you as you struggled to stand straight.

"That's not what you said last night." He chided. "Sounded to me like you enjoyed yourself."

"I was drunk," You pulled away from him. "And Peter--" Your heart dropped as you recalled Bucky holding his phone over you. Looking into the dark lens as he gloated. "Tell me you didn't send it."

He smirked and you clasped your hand over your mouth. You were gonna spew. You fought to keep your stomach calm and backed away.

"How could you do this?" You gasped.

"You guys are over. What does it matter? So you had a little fun." He reached out to you and you evaded him.

"You tricked me." You sputtered. "I was drunk, upset, and you-you--"

"Don't act so innocent. You came to the bar with me, you had three drinks--"

"You said you'd drive me home and you just dragged me back here and...and--”

A knock, then more pounding, came at the door. You froze and your eyes widened. 

"Open the fucking door!" Peter shouted from the other side. "You fucking asshole."

You stared at Bucky, silently pleading. Just wait for him to go, please. Bucky chuckled and brushed past you. You turned and grabbed his arm but he was too strong. You remembered the night before, how easily he had used your body. His metal hand around your throat.

"Please, don't. Bucky, I can't." You kept your voice low. "Just let him go."

He shrugged you off and you watched him stride to the door. He swung it open and Peter lunged at him in an instant. Bucky sidestepped and grabbed him by his scruff and tossed him to the floor. 

Still naked, he stood calmly as Peter leapt back to his feet and spun around. He raised his fist but never struck as his eyes strayed to you. He dropped his hand and stepped back as if he had been hit. You winced and clutched your bag as your head swirled.

"I'm...sorry." You rasped and dashed past Bucky to the door.

You didn't look back as you fled down the hall. You crashed through the next door and down the stairs as the world rushed past you. You ran from your mistake frantically until you were on the street.

You swept past the pedestrians intent on their own destinations and to the grimy waste bin by the curb. You hugged the rim and retched into the depths as your entire body rebelled. You could rid yourself of the bile but you could not rid yourself of your guilt.

❤

You spent your Sunday in bed, hungover and heartbroken. What had you done? You were so naive. So stupid. 

What else could Bucky have ever wanted from you but sex? You wondered however if it was more about Peter; about the odd vendetta Bucky seemed to have forged towards him in the last few weeks. To think Peter had the video, that he saw what you'd done was worse than the crime itself. 

You cried, and slept, and tried to forget. 

Monday came and your classes kept you busy but couldn't erase the blot on your soul. Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday. The days were barely discernible. Your mind and body functioned off of sheer routine, not a thought was spared beyond your self-pity.

You ignored your phone. Peter texted until you muted his notifications. A private number kept calling but you could guess who it was. You had no reason to ever go near the compound again and less to associate with its residents.

On Friday, you only had one class at noon. You were done just after two and eager to go back to your dorm and order pizza. Stew in your new solitary mourning; for your relationship, for your dignity, for all you had drunk away in one night.

Campus was chilly. Winter greeted the students with a blanket of snow and the approach of the holidays was darkened by the imminence of finals. 

You walked along the winding path that led around the quad. The bushes were barren and prickly, the statues shrouded in hills of powder. You stopped to look up at the postmodern shapes arranged to seem as if they were floating. You tucked your hands in your pockets and shivered.

The snow crumpled behind you. As you waited for your fellow student to pass you were surprised when the footsteps stopped next to you. You frowned, confused, and glanced over.

Bucky's dark hair poked out from beneath the black beanie, he wore a thick jacket with fleece lining, and leather gloves. His eyes peered up at the statue as if he didn't even know you were there.

"What are you doing here?" You hissed.

"Well, you won't answer my calls," He spoke without looking over at you. "You do know I'm trained to find people. You can't just run away."

"Can't you take a hint?" You scowled.

"Can't you?" He countered. "Come on, we both enjoyed ourselves, didn't we?"

You looked down and dragged your foot through the snow. You felt a swirl in your stomach. The same you felt whenever you thought of that night. He was right but you weren't going to admit it.

"It doesn't matter." You insisted. "Look, I have exams. I have a degree to focus on. Let's just leave whatever that was as it is. Just sex. Regrettable sex."

He scoffed and nodded. You turned to watch him purse his lips as he thought. 

"I don't wanna leave it." He said. "And I won't."

"Just leave me alone," You grumbled and spun back down the path.

You weren't surprised when he followed. You knew it wouldn't be that easy. He had come all the way here, incessantly called you for days, not to mention the scheme that created this mess.

"That's not how this works." He kept stride with you. "You don't just walk away from me."

"Please, just stop," You begged as you walked faster. "I can't do this."

"Do what? You were happy enough to hang around when Peter was standing you up. And now you're just ditching me because spider-boy still won't grow up." He grabbed your arm and almost pulled you off your feet as he made you stop. "I told you things I never told anyone else. This isn't just sex to me."

"You're insane. I was so fucking drunk, you could have been Peter and I wouldn't have known." You tried to wriggle free of his grasp.

"You knew it was me. You wanted it. You wanted me. You still want me," He squeezed your arm and leaned in. "I'm everything Peter isn't and that's exactly what you need."

"Let me go," You breathed. "Please. Just let me go."

"Never." He sneered.

"I'll scream." You looked around. Students shuffled by on their way to and from class. "I will."

He grinned and shook his head. He let go and stood straight. His blue eyes narrowed and he looked down at you. Knowing, confident, dangerous.

"Fine." He squared his shoulders. "Next time, you can scream all you want."

Your eyes rounded and your lips parted in shock. What did that mean? You knew it wasn't good. 

He gave a two finger salute, "see ya around," he intoned as he stepped past you. 

You turned and watched him stroll off down the path, seemingly invisible amidst the groups of overtired students and self-involved professors. You glanced around and felt your own insignificance. Your vulnerability. 

Even if you had screamed, would anyone care?

❤

You shivered as you reached your dorm. You weren’t so sure it was the cold as your run-in with Bucky replayed over and over in your head. 

When you entered the dorm, the three girls you shared it with were all closed up in their rooms. It was unusual not to find them giggling in the common room together. They were likely holed up prepping for finals.

You kicked your boots off and left them on the mat. Your bedroom was unlocked. You must’ve forgotten to lock it before class. Oh well, you were too distracted to care. 

You set your bag on your desk as the door closed behind you and turned with a yelp as a small figure greeted you from the corner.

“Jesus, Peter, how did...what are you doing here?” You touched your chest and pushed yourself against the desk. 

He glared at you as he leaned against the wall with arms crossed. “I’ve been texting you.”

“Why? What is there left for us to talk about?” You flinched as he pushed himself away from the wall.

“There’s a lot to talk about,” He sneered as he got closer. “Like you fucking him the same night we broke up. That’d be a start.”

“What can I say, Peter? It happened.” You retorted. 

“And you just had to let him record it?” His lips slanted in detest. “What? Is that what I did wrong? I didn’t treat you like a slut?”

“Don’t,” You warned him. “I didn’t know...I was drunk. Very drunk.”

“And that’s an excuse?”

“We’re over. What does it matter?” You snapped. 

“Yeah, but usually when a relationship ends, you don’t just jump on the next guy you see.” He spat. “And then you ignore me? For a whole week? Two years. Did it mean nothing to you?”

“It meant everything to me, Peter,” You countered. “But we were never going to last and it has nothing to do with Bucky.”

“So…” He was so close you could feel his breath. “You fucking him now?”

“No, I...it’s not your concern anymore,” You swallowed as he backed you up to the wall. “You should go.”

“I saw you talking to him,” He said evenly. “Out on campus. You looked pretty cozy.”

“Just go--”

“Not as cozy…” He reached in his pocket and pulled out his phone. He swiped over his screen and smiled as he held it up. “As this.”

Your veins turned to ice as you watched the video. Bucky behind you, his hand at your throat, your flesh clapped as you called his name. Your voice was wild, it barely sounded like you. But it was you.

“So is that what you want? To hurt me?” You blinked away the tears. “Because you did that long before now.”

“What I want is for you to get on the bed.” He spoke quietly but his words cut through you.

“Go, Peter. We’re over.” You tried to push him away and he caught your arm and twisted. You whined as your wrist threatened to snap.

“If I have to tell you again, I can hit send. We’ll see what everyone else thinks of your short film. Hell, maybe you’d do better in a film degree.” He taunted and waved his phone in his other hand. “It’s a big campus but these things travel fast.”

You lowered your brow. The air was knocked out of you. You’d always known him as the sweet, compassionate boy you’d met that first day on campus. You knew he had changed, that’s why you’d broke it off, but you didn’t know he was like this.

“Please don’t do this,” You pleaded. “Peter, I’m sorry.”

“Get on the fucking bed now,” He drew the words out and closed his eyes as he inhaled. “Naked.” He let go of your wrist. “We’ll see who the little boy is.”

His eyes opened and you winced at their intensity. You gulped and nodded. You tried to speak but your voice was caught in your tight throat. You carefully stepped past him. You peeked over at the door. You stopped then bolted to the door. 

Before you could grab the handle, it was covered it corded webs that sealed it to the frame. Peter sighed. “Don’t make me use them on you, too. Bed. Now.”

You turned and gave him one last look. Of disgust and desperation. He didn’t waver. 

“And if I scream?”

“I can shut you up,” His fingers bent slightly as he lifted his hand. “Do I need to?”

You looked to your feet and unzipped your jacket. Your hands were shaking. You dropped your jacket on the floor and then your sweater. Your loose tee and jeans crumpled a top the pile with your socks trapped in the denim. 

You stood in your panties and bra and peeked over at Peter. He shrugged and you knew he wasn’t going to stop.

You undid your bra and added it to the mess on the floor. You rolled your panties down and stepped up to your single bed. You climbed up and drew our knees to your chest to cover yourself. You couldn’t look at Peter again. You stared at the polka dot comforter beneath you and waited.

You listened to his footsteps, him fiddling with something unseen, the rustle of his clothing. You sensed him as he neared the bed. 

“Come here.” He pointed to the mattress in front of him. 

You turned and shoved your legs over the edge as you sat there. You ignored his naked figure and kept your eyes down. He grabbed the back of your head and pressed his cock to your lips. 

You closed your eyes and parted your lips. He slipped inside and you gagged as he forced himself down your throat. Your eyes watered and you struggled to breath around him. He didn’t wait for you. He thrust in and out of your mouth. Each was hard, decisive, as if he meant to hurt you. 

Again. His hand moved and his other came up to hold your head in a vice. He fucked your face as you slapped his thigh helplessly. He didn’t stop, didn’t slow, didn’t even seem to notice as you fought him.

Finally he pulled out. Spit coated your lips as he let you go and you fell back, out of breath and coughing. You were dizzy from the sudden and rough assault. Stunned by Peter’s behaviour. Senseless.

“Turn over.” He barked and you looked down at him. You just stared at him. 

He grabbed your arm and pulled you up. He spun you around and pushed you against the bed until you lifted your knees up on the mattress. He grabbed your neck and shoved you down until your head was on the mattress. He slapped your ass and you exclaimed.

“Shut up,” He snarled and you bit your lip.

His cock prodded you as he felt around for your entrance. He pushed into you slowly at first and then slammed into you all at once. You whimpered and he thrust again, harder. He bent over you and grabbed your arms. He bent them behind you and jerked his hips again. Each time he rocked into you, it was sharp and jolted your entire body.

He hissed as he was driven by his own ferocity. Everytime you made a sound, he sped up. Your body shook as he rutted into you over and over. You were embarrassed as your unexpected arousal eased the glide of his cock. 

You shuddered and held your breath but you couldn’t resist it. The burning in your core, the flare that sparked and broke the surface. You gritted your teeth as you turned your face down muffled your orgasm in the duvet.

He growled. Not groaned, growled. You’d never heard him like this. Sure, your relationship had been anything but abstinent but something in him had come unhinged. He wasn’t holding anything back. Every ounce of hunger, anger, frustration, everything, was spoken through his touch.

He slowed suddenly. He kept his strokes long and even. He was pacing himself. He sped up again only to falter. Every time he came close to finishing, he pulled the reins back. 

He released your arms and pushed you down until your legs slipped over the edge of the bed and your hips were flat to the mattress. He impaled you with decisive thrusts, his hands on the small of your back as he pinned you down. His breaths were deep and eager as he bucked against you.

When he came, he didn’t let up. He grunted and spilled inside of you but didn’t stop. Wouldn’t stop. His cum seeped out as he buried his cock in your over and over. He crashed into one last time, sending a pang up your spine as he did, and stayed there. 

He squeezed your ass and pushed it apart. He wiggled his hips and let out a long breath.

“Is that what you wanted?” He smacked your ass and your body tensed. “A man.” He snarled. “Huh?”

“P-Peter,” You whispered as you turned your head.

“I guess falling in love with you just wasn’t enough,” He pulled out and pinched you so hard you cried out. You were too weak to move. “Have fun with Bucky but don’t come crawling back to me when he’s done with you. I don’t like leftovers.”

You rolled over as he turned away and started to dress, bending to grab each piece of clothing from the floor. Your lip trembled as he pulled on his jacket and tucked away his phone. 

He didn’t even look at you as he left. The door slammed behind him and the tears began to flow. You had been ready for the break-up, but never for this.

❤

Finals came and went. You were numb. In a haze. For once you weren’t nervous for your exams but only because you could barely focus on them. After each, you emerged barely able to remember what you’d written. You couldn’t think about anything but Peter’s harsh goodbye and Bucky’s ominous promise.

The holiday break arrived and campus was mostly abandoned. You planned to stay on campus that year with Peter but instead you'd be alone. Your parents decided to finally take that Christmas trip to the Bahamas like they'd always dreamed of. It was too late to go home.

Christmas Eve. You ventured out to grab a few groceries for your solitary christmas dinner. Nothing special. Pasta and pinot. Last minute shoppers bustled in the small shop and you wove between them as the early winter dusk started to descend. 

You stepped out onto the street as the grey sky turned a deep blue. You looked up at the sliver of moon and frowned. This wasn't how you'd imagined your Christmas. Never overly festive but you had looked forward to a cozy holiday with Peter. Well, that was a long gone hope.

You started down the street and were startled as a car honked at you and pulled up to the curve. You recognized it and walked faster. The engine died and the door opened and closed. The footsteps neared and you tried to elude them.

"Hey," Bucky caught your arm and forced you to slow down. You almost dropped the large paper bag.

"Leave me alone." You didn't look at him.

"Hey, I was just gonna help you out," He grabbed the top of the bag and you stopped before he could tear it. "That looks heavy."

“Please.” You hugged the bag and backed away from him. “I told you before--”

“You’re all alone.” He said bluntly. “On Christmas.”

“And so are you,” You countered.

“It doesn’t have to be like this.” He warned and reached for the bag again. “I could help you. Take care of you.” You wrestled with him but he easily took the groceries. He looked inside and tutted. “That’s a lot of wine for one person.”

“Fuck off.” You turned on your heel and stormed away. He could keep it all. You just wanted this all to end. The dread, the dreams, the terrible guilt that never quite left you. He followed.

“Just let me give you a ride. We can talk.” He caught up with you. “What is it? A five minute ride to campus? Just five minutes, please?”

You stopped again. You looked up at him sharply. You were tired. You just wanted to get back to your dorm and hide. 

“Five minutes and you leave me alone for good.” You declared.

“Five minutes. That’s all.” He agreed and his lips curved just slightly. 

You shrugged and gestured past him. He led you back to his car. He placed the bag behind his seat as you got in and he took the driver’s seat. 

You crossed your arms and stared out the window as he turned the engine. You were reminded of that night he’d driven you home. You’d bought his sweet little act hook, line, and sinker. How stupid.

“I...wasn’t trying to trick you. I just wanted to be close to you.” He pulled out. “I hope you know that.”

“You recorded it,” You spat. “How was that not malicious?”

“That wasn’t about you, it was about him,” Bucky said. “I wanted him to see what he’d taken for granted. What he’d lost.”

“Are you stupid? Did you really think that was right?” You looked at him. “You could’ve been normal. You could’ve waited instead of getting me drunk. You could’ve just told me you were interested.”

“Do you think that would’ve worked?” He wondered as he steered. “I’m a lot older than you. I don’t know how things work these days.”

“You don’t just feed someone drinks and call that a relationship,” You shook your head. “You don’t send a video to her ex. You don’t--You don’t know what he did.”

“What do you mean?” He stopped at the intersection.

“Nothing. I just...me and Peter could’ve ended this as friends and you took that from me. And now, you know what, you’re right, I am alone. I--” You squinted as he turned away from campus and your words tumbled to murmurs. “Bucky, what are you doing? Where--”

You felt a prick in your neck and clapped your hand against it as you looked over at him. He held a syringe as your eyes felt loose in your head and a warmth spread along your neck and through your limbs.

“B-Bucky…” You fell back against the seat. 

“I won’t let you go.” He said as your eyes closed. “I can’t. I love you.”

His voice floated around you and faded into the black as you slumped against the door. You sank into the void, entirely and blissfully numb.

❤

The shroud slowly lifted from you. Your eyes fluttered open and you groaned as the ceiling was painted in flickering light. The crackle and smell of fire tickled your senses and you looked around the unfamiliar room. You rolled onto your side and tenderly cradled your head. It felt like a pebble was bouncing around your skull.

A dark figure knelt before the artificial fireplace, the poker in hand as he stoked it. Slowly Bucky turned his head and his face came clear through the haze. He wore a pair of flannel pants and a grey tee.

You pushed yourself up and hung your legs over the side of the bed. He stood and set aside the iron poker. He neared and sat beside you, his hand on yours.

“Take it easy.” He cooed. “You’re okay.” He lifted your hand and kissed the back of it. 

“Wh-where…” Your mouth was dry and you couldn’t find the word. 

“Home.” He smiled and brought his hand up to cradle your face. He kissed your forehead as his thumb rubbed your cheek. “Merry Christmas, baby.”

You grimaced, confused. He reluctantly let go and stood. He walked around as you tried to clear your head. 

There were two doors, the windows were blacked out, but otherwise it seemed like a normal room. It could’ve been any apartment nestled in the midst of the overpopulated city.

“It’s already noon. You should dress.” He placed a dress in your lap. “Then we can open our gifts.”

Your mind threatened to crack. What the fuck was going on?

“My ma never let us sleep past six, even on Christmas, but I figured you needed the rest,” He continued. “You looked so peaceful.” He smiled and you unfolded the red velvet. “You can get cleaned up just in there.” He pointed to the door on your right. “I’ll be here.”

He sat in the armchair by the fire and leaned his chin in his hand as he watched you expectantly. You stood as you tried to hide your discomfort. A man who stuck a needle in your neck was bound to do a lot worse.

You hesitated as you neared the door. It would be a place to hide for a while at least. You said nothing as you kept your eyes on him and backed through the door. You closed it, slowly. He never stopped watching and you found the lock on the door didn’t work.

You turned and held up the velvet dress. The straps were thin and the burgundy skirt was trimmed with matching fur. You hated it.

You look down at your own clothing. He’d taken your jacket and boots off. Your sweatshirt was rumpled from your induced slumber and your jeans were stained with salt along the ankles. 

If you refused to be his doll, what would he do? You weren’t stupid enough to think you could keep him out, especially with a door handle that didn’t even click into place. 

Even if you fought him, he probably had another needle at the ready. Besides he was much too strong for that. You knew that already. There were no windows in the bathroom. No way out it seemed as those in the other room were sealed. 

You only had one choice. Well, not really a choice at all.

You quaked as you undressed. You avoided looking in the mirror as you folded your clothes on the counter. You kept your bra and panties on, even though they felt grimy from your sweat. You pulled on the dress. It was too tight and too short.

You wrung your hands as you looked around the bathroom. It was nice despite being a prison. Your nerves whirled around you and threatened to choke you. You flinched as knuckles tapped softly on the door.

“You okay?” Bucky asked.

You blinked and marched to the door. You opened it, slowly, and stared back at him. He looked you up and down and grabbed your hand. He had a dreamy light in his eyes as he drew you out of the bathroom into the soft glow of the other room. 

The tree in the corner had been lit up with pale string lights and you blinked away the specs they left in your eyes. He stopped you and tisked.

“No,” He pulled the strap of your bra down your shoulder. “Take this off.”

You tucked your lip under your teeth and reached back to unhook the bra. You wrestled it out from beneath the dress and he took it from you. He flung it beside the bed and turned back to you.

His hands startled you as he brushed up your skirt and along your thighs. He grabbed your panties and tugged them down. You winced at his force and the cotton dropped to your ankles. He nudged you forward and you stepped out of them before he kicked them away.

“There, perfect,” He took your hand again and drew you over to the tree. “Time for presents.” 

He let go of you and sat on the floor like a child. He took a box from the pile beneath the fir and reached up to pull on your wrist.

“Come on. Sit.” He held up the wrapped gift. “Open your presents.”

You obeyed stiffly, careful to keep the skirt from showing too much. Your hand shook as you accepted the first box from him. You ripped away the paper and crumpled it up in your fist. You set it down and stared at the box lid.

“Bucky…” You glanced up at him. “It’s not too late. You can let me go. I won’t say a word. I’ll--”

“Open it.” 

He shoved the box closer and it almost slipped from your grasp. His smile fell as his metal finger rubbed against his thumb nervously. 

You let the box settle on your lap and you slid the lid off. Inside was a golden chain with your and Bucky’s initials hanging from it. You lifted it and he was swift to take it from you. 

“Here,” He spun his finger. “I’ll help.”

You turned, rigid as he got to his knees and neared you. His fingers tickled your throat as he wrapped the gold around it and clasped it at the back of your neck. He played with the dangling links and sent a shiver through you.

You drew away and resumed your seat on the rug. He handed you another box, this one bigger. He waited, expectantly. After a moment, he nodded and raised a brow. You opened the second gift and revealed a set of sheer lingerie. You quickly covered it up and cleared your throat.

“You don’t like it?” He asked. His tone was dangerous.

“I do. Thank you. I just wasn’t expecting it.” You lied. 

His metal fist balled and unballed. You kept looking back to it as he seemed to sway between delight and anger. You shuddered and he handed you the next gift.

“Good, good,” He said. “I picked them all just for you. I really hope you love them.”

You bit your tongue anxiously and opened the next gift. A dress similar to the one you wore but made of glossy silver silk. Then there was a toiletry set and some make-up and final a small box drawn from just beside the trunk of the tree.

Bucky’s jaw twitched as he bit down and turned the velvet box in his fingers. He cleared his throat and got up on his knees. You glanced around, your heart seemed to stop as you realised what he was doing. He was most assuredly out of his mind.

“Sweetheart,” He gripped it as he brought one knee up, “Will you…” He popped it open and revealed a diamond cut into a teardrop. “Marry me?”

You were light-headed. You pushed the empty box from your lap and stood. You could barely do that as you tried to wave him away. 

“Bucky….” You gulped. “Bucky…” You spun and raced for the door. “You can’t do this! Let me go!”

You wrenched the door handle but it wouldn’t turn. You tried to rip the door out of its frame but it didn’t even shake, You beat on it and hollered.

“Help!”

You sensed movement behind you and before you could turn to see, Bucky’s arm came up around your waist and he dragged you back. You struggled with him but it was all too easy for him to bend you to his will.

He shoved you to the bed and you caught yourself on the mattress with a yelp. He followed quickly and turned you onto your back as he straddled you on the edge. Your legs dangled over the side and you slapped at him.

“Please, please, why are you doing this?”

He caught your hand and stilled it with his vibranium grip. He bent all your fingers but one and forced the ring onto it. You swiped at him with your other hand and he swiftly caught it.

“Don’t be ungrateful,” He snarled. “I got you all these nice things and you go and spit in my face.”

“No, no, Bucky, please,” You begged.

“Quiet,” He barked. “It’s my turn now. Time for me to open my present.”

He released your hands and grabbed the straps of your dress. You flailed out at him and he snapped the velvet easily. You wriggled weakly and wheezed. You couldn’t breath. Your chest felt like it would collapse.

“Please,” You said. “Bucky… you’re scaring me.”

“You love me,” He sneered. “I know it. I knew it that night. The way you sounded when I touched you. The way you said my name,”

“I was drunk,” You grasped his wrists as his fingers hooked around your shoulders. “Bucky, I can’t even remember that night.”

“Shut up!” He shouted and shook you. “Stop lying!”

You bit your tongue and tasted blood. Your head spun as you felt his weight shift and the velvet tickle your thigh. He tore your skirt up to your waist as he hovered over you on his knees. 

“Bucky,” Your voice cracked as you pressed your hand over his. “I still love Peter.”

“No,” He pushed himself off of you. “You don’t” He gripped his head. “You love me!”

“Bucky--”

“I already told you to shut up,” He growled. “So shut up before I make you.”

He gruffly ripped his shirt over his head. His thumbs hooked under the elastic of his pants and he pushed his shoulders back. His blue eyes were dark and sinister as he watched you sit up.

“Keep the dress on,” He shoved his pants down. 

You stood as he quickly untangled himself from the flannel. He caught you by your throat and forced you back down to the bed. You grabbed his thick forearm as he knelt over you, his fingers threatening to crush your throat.

“Say it. Say you love me.” His hissed.

“You’re hurting me.” You clung to his arm.

“Hurting you!? I’ve only ever been good to you and you--” He stuttered in rage and forced his leg between yours.

He kept his hand on your throat and lifted your other leg as he placed himself entirely between your legs. He bent your leg around him as he bent over you, almost crushing your neck with his hand.

“I never wanted to hurt you, but you insist on hurting me,” He squeezed as his hand crawled up your leg. “Say it!”

You squeaked as you slapped at his hand. His fingers crept over your thigh and down your pelvis. He pushed his fingers roughly between your legs and felt along your folds. His touch hurt as he forced two fingers inside of you, dry.

He poked in and out harshly and your eyes rolled back as your vision began to spot. He loosened his grip but kept his hold on you. He rescinded his fingers and pressed the head of his cock against you.

You hugged him with your legs, trying to force him away. He slid his tip inside of you and you let out a stifled moan. You hit his thick bicep as he inched into you. You whimpered and scratched at the vibranium.

“Ple-ease,” You rasped.

“Say it.” He thrust sharply and impaled you entirely. 

“Buck--”

He thurst again and your voice fizzled with a sob.

“Say you love me,” He pressed his lips to your cheek. “Say it.”

He jolted his hips, each time your whined and felt even weaker beneath him. Your head swam and as your walls clenched around him.

“B--” You could barely breath.

“Say it.” His spit trailed across your cheek as he nuzzled your neck.

He sped up, the bed trembled beneath you. You were crushed beneath his relentless pounding. Each thrust sent a reverberation up your spin and ripples along your thighs. You snaked your arm around his neck and pushed your head back into the mattress.

“Say.” He jerked roughly. “It.”

“I--I--” His hand slipped away as he nibbled at your throat and he cradled your head. “I…  love--- you!”

You exclaimed as you came suddenly. You were appalled and stunned by your bodies response to him. He was inflamed by it and rutted into you even harder.

His thick grunts stormed in your ears as his fingers stretched across the back of your head. The velvet was rough between your bodies as he moved against you. He snarled as he spasmed. Your body went limp as he emptied into you.

He stilled and rested his weight over you. You closed your eyes, your face wet from tears and sweat. His hand fell away from your head and he laced his fingers through yours and placed with the diamond there.

“I love you, too,” He cooed and kissed your neck.

[kelieah]

is there something you need to tell me? (peter parker x reader)

summary: you do the “is there something you need to tell me?” tiktok on peter 

word count: 1k

warnings: fluff

a/n: jsndfjsdn i have so many tiktoks to write about- im vv excited 

edit: this one is lowkey bad sidufbwfu enbwaif SORRY

multiverse masterlist | tiktok masterlist

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You excitedly knock on Peter’s apartment door, ready for a fun-filled afternoon and possibly night with him.

May opens the door with a smile, “Hey Y/n, good to see you,” she chirps, opening up her arms.

You quickly hug her tight and kiss her cheek, “Thanks May! Good to see you too, where’s Peter?”

“His room, doing who knows what,” she chuckles, closing the door.

“Okay, thanks,” you grin, walking off towards his room. You burst through his door, “What’s up Parker!”

Peter yelps, stumbling back while putting on some sweats, “Jesus Y/n! Have you ever heard of knocking!?” he looks at me, his cheeks turning red.

“I don’t need to knock, you’re my best friend,” you giggle, tossing your backpack aside and flop on to his bed.

He huffs, tugging his sweats up, “Right,” he closes his door, “You need help with Chemistry again don’t you?” he mutters.

“You know me too well,” you laugh. You sit back up and walk over to your bag, “That’s why I got you Delmar’s,” you toss him a plastic bag with his sandwich inside.

“Smushed down real flat?” he flashes you a grin.

“You know it,” you roll your eyes.

“We know each other too well,” he chuckles, walking over to his desk. He places down the food and sits on his chair, spinning around, “Well, what do you need to work on?”

After a solid two hours of studying, with many breaks in between, you both finally finish homework.

“What time is it?” you groan, sprawled out on the floor.

Peter glances at his phone, “5:13,” he leans back against his bed.

“Can we watch tik toks? Or even better, make some?” you grin.

“No,” he deadpans, knowing how wild you can get with tik tok.

“Party pooper,” you groan.

“Peter! Could you please help me out with something real quick,” May calls out.

“Darn, seems like I can’t anyways,” Peter snaps his fingers, smiling cheekily and leaves you in his room.

You shrug it off and scroll through tiktok. You come across a video where this girl continuously asks her boyfriend, “Is there something you need to tell me?”

You watch as the boyfriend gets squeamish, “N-no? I didn’t do anything wrong, why do you keep asking me that?”

“Babe, you can tell me,” she reassures.

He lets out an embarrassed groan, “I’m sorry okay! I finished the rest of your hot fries!”

She bursts out laughing and you giggle at the reaction. You wonder how Peter would react if you constantly ask him the same question.

Wait, that’s perfect.

You hear Peter’s footsteps come close and you quickly manage to hide your phone somewhere, pressing record on your camera.

You sit back down on the floor, making it look like you were going through your backpack.

“Hey weirdo,” Peter hums, sitting down next to you.

“Hi, what’d May ask for?” 

“Some cooking thing, no more tik tok? Eager for me to come back?” he teases making you roll your eyes and push him aside.

“I was doing some snooping,” you make an excuse and stand up, walking around his room slowly. He looks up at you, a concerned expression appearing on his face.

“Why?” he asks, dragging out his question.

“No reason, hey Pete,” you hum, leaning against his closet.

“Yeah?” he gets up, sitting on his bed.

“Is there something you need to tell me?” you hum, watching him instantly tense up.

“N-no? Why would there be something for me to tell you? D-did you see something when you were snooping? Not t-that I’m hiding anything!” he stumbles over his own words.

You raise your eyebrows in amusement at his sudden outburst, “It seems like you’re hiding something,” you mumble, “Are you sure there isn’t anything you need to tell me?”

He plays with the ends of his sleeve, “Is it getting hot in here? O-or is that just me?” he breathes out.

“The window is wide open,” you stifle a laugh, “Pete, you can tell me you know.”

“Ugh, Y/n,” he whines, lying back on his bed, “It’s not that I need to tell you something, it’s more of I don’t know if I should tell you, you know?”

“You lost me,” you cross your arms, smirking, “Bub, is there,” you walk over to him, sitting by his side, “Something you need to tell me?” you poke his side.

You know how he feels about that nickname and notice his face flush once you said it. He grabs a pillow and semi-screams into it.

You giggle, “Peter, it’s okay. I’m sure you didn’t do anything that bad.”

“I-I know,” he says, his voice muffled by the pillow.

“Well?” you walk a pair of fingers up his stomach, he sighs at your touch.

He sits up, still holding a pillow to his face, “I’m Spider-Man,” he mumbles, his voice still muffled.

You cock your head to the side, “Huh?”

He tosses the pillow aside, “I’m Spider-Man,” he cringes, making a weird face.

You burst out laughing, “You can’t be serious-” he gives you a look and your face instantly drops.

“I am.”

“What!?” you scream, making Peter put a hand on top of your mouth.

“Is everything okay!?” May calls out. 

“Yeah! S-she found out Harry Styles is performing here,” he yells back. “Y/n,” he widens his eyes at you.

You go quiet for a while, “Hello?” Peter waves his hand in front of your face causing you to shake your head,

“You have to be messing with me. Did you see my phone, is that why?” you pull away from his hand and laugh weakly, “Because that’s insane.”

“Your phone- wait you’re recording!? Don’t record this!” he stands up, looking around his room in panic.

“You’re actually serious,” you mutter in disbelief, walking over to your phone and turning it off.

“This was one of those tik tok things, wasn’t it?” Peter looks over at you.

You nod slowly, “Wait, so let me get this straight. Y-you’re Spider-Man?” 

He smiles sheepishly, “U-uhm yeeah, surprise?”

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[ladyeliot]

“Your stupid spider”

Superhero vs Villain!Reader Prompts

Request: Anonymous: Hello there! Could you write a Superhero vs Villain, where the reader is Peter Parker's best friend but also his enemy? You can use #3 if you want. By the way I love your stories and your writing. Lots of love.

Prompt #3: Truce? 

Pairing: Superhero!Peter Parker x Villain!Fem!Reader

Summary: Peter Parker is your best friend, and Spider-man is your enemy. You finally discover that they are the same person.

Warnings: Violence. 

Word count: 2446

A/N: Sorry for my spelling and grammatical mistakes, English is not my native language, I am learning.

"If you are really interested in how I discovered the identity of my greatest enemy, please read on."

You. An ordinary girl, born in Brooklyn to a single parent family who had moved into a small flat in the Queens area with her mother. No drugs, no alcohol, no tobacco, your obsession was pancakes and syrup. You didn't do any chores, and you didn't sneak out of the housework. After school you went home with your friends to do your homework. You liked reading, and you listened to music with headphones so as not to disturb the neighbours. In short, a teenager that many parents wish they had.

However, your persona wasn't all rosy, just because Y/N was like that, didn't mean your alter ego was too. You had a secret, everyone has secrets, you might think, but it wasn't just any secret, it was "The Secret", and no one knew it. That's why you could say it was the best kept secret in Queens, or at least that's what you thought until he came along. Spider-man.

Everything went smoothly, it took you a while to assume your powers, your teleportation, but when you got it you enjoyed your solitude in your night outings. You discovered the reality of New York City, the nocturnal and dark atmosphere of being hidden in the shadows, that is to say, you had fun as only you knew how to do. Nevertheless, since the arrival of that Spider-man, your fun was over. That man had in mind to destroy the true essence of the city and that was something you could not allow.

Your first meeting was at the top of Rockefeller Center, a night like any other after the end of one of the most intrepid police chases in Midtown West. There you were, watching the chase unfold, and there he arrived. Remarkably, due to the concealment of your costumes, neither of you could figure out who the other was, and your voice-impersonation skills helped you never get caught. All in all, that was one of many encounters you would have in the wake of Spider-Man's popularity. But still, your life went on.

"Are you telling me you're going to stand me up this afternoon for helping your aunt bake a cake?" you asked Peter between complaints. "You know we have to study for the chemistry test on Friday. And that I'm nothing without you in chemistry."

Although you tried to show him the most apologetic face in the whole world, Peter was not immune to it. 

"Sorry Y/N," he closed his locker after grabbing his books. "I promised May last week, it's very important for her to give a good welcome to the new neighbours."

You rolled your eyes but finally came to terms with your defeat.

"Okay Parker," you gave him a little push. "But you've been letting me down in the afternoons for three days now. You'll make it up to me."

You winked and Peter's cheeks quickly turned pink, he gave you a shy smile and nodded goodbye. He was adorable. It was actually good to be free in the afternoons, since Spider-Man had gotten in your way, you had a complex relationship, playing cat and mouse, trying to hinder each other's actions, and it was interesting that week.

Like the previous days, after finishing your chores at home, you put on your black suit and disappeared. Your power was complex, you didn't fully understand it yet and you knew it would take a while, but you weren't scared. You could teleport to a specific place, teleport to another person or object, and even open portals to other places. But these superpowers had played tricks on you, sometimes you appeared in places you didn't recognise and then didn't know how to get back, or you had to return home by taking public transport. Everything has its drawbacks.

Dusk was falling over the island of Manhattan, it was a busy spring evening in New York, big businessmen were leaving their offices, dog walkers were wandering into Central Park and a group of elementary school students were leaving the Museum of Arts and Design. You caught your gaze on the broad clock of a prominent building and instantly there he was, coming from 8th Avenue.

You smiled, you were in the mood for fun and what better way than to open a portal right in front of him to get rid of Spider-man and send him a few blocks further south.

"Woah!" he exclaimed, stepping into the portal and disappearing, not for long.

You started laughing, he always fell into your trap and yet he was still funny to you.

"Hello Miss Holes!"

Within two minutes it landed next to you throwing a spider web which you dodged opening a new portal.

"Too slow, stupid spider," you said with a grin hidden under your mask.  "And too predictable to be the mascot of the Avengers.

The two of you began a small battle on top of that building, as if choreographed.

"Hey!" he exclaimed somewhat offended, dodging a new portal. "I'm not the Avengers' mascot."

"Then why is it your turn to do the dirty work?" you ran off, shaking off his cobwebs.

"What...?" began Spider-man somewhat confusedly pausing over the rooftop antenna. "What dirty work?"

You let out a small laugh and in an instant you teleported to his side.

"You know," you began to lower your tone."Robbing old ladies, selling drugs in the neighbourhood - oh, you even helped a woman yesterday who didn't know where to find the underground," you squinted. "Spidey, you're so bored that the most exciting thing in your life is meeting me."

You were so lost for words that you didn't see it coming. In that instant a spider web, a bit slimy for your taste, wrapped around your mouth like a gag silencing your every word. You quickly tried to get rid of it with little luck.

"Thank goodness!" exclaimed your opponent alejándose de ti. "Much better. Sorry about that, but we'll be doing us both a favour."

You touched solid ground again, and raised your hands in the direction of the satellite dish, teleporting it in the direction of Spider-man, who quickly dodged it. From that moment on, your rage intensified, increasing the tension of the fight, which usually ended without a clear winner, only exhaustion won out.

"Woah! That was a close one!" he exclaimed, leaping ten metres above you.

Your throat squeaked, but no sound escaped because of the gag. You tried to get rid of it by teleporting it away, but it wasn't possible. At that moment you would have made it disappear forever if you could, but finally you stopped throwing objects at it, to disappear from there yourself.

It wasn't being a good day for you, maybe it also had to do with the fact that you were sure that your best friend didn't have to make any cake with his aunt May, nor did he have to accompany her to dance classes or anything like that, they were all excuses and you didn't know why he was making them.

In milliseconds you were back in your room, rummaging through your things to get rid of that gag and remove the mask from your costume. Nothing was any good. You had no idea what that spider's web was made of, but nothing could break it.

In desperation you tried again to teleport it, but you were unable to concentrate all your attention on it. You had only one hope left, Peter, he would surely know how to get rid of her, although you would owe him a lot more explanations. You closed your eyes, instantly you were inside his room, luckily he wasn't there, nor was he inside the house, everything was silent. So you assumed that he was not baking a cake with his aunt.

A couple of hours passed, just enough time to come up with a plan before Peter arrived.You had taken a handful of sheets of paper, you knew that when he came in he would be scared and might scream, so you summarised your story as best you could on those sheets of paper.

You heard the front door close, Peter was talking to May and heading towards his room. You took the sheets of paper and positioned yourself in the middle of the room, waiting for him to come in, as if it was the movie "love actually". It was an embarrassing situation.  You watched as the doorknob turned and there he appeared.

It took a few moments for his eyes to settle on you, but at that very moment both of them widened like saucers.

"How the hell...!"

You quickly raised your hand, trying not to make your friend squeal or panic, and pointed hurriedly to the sheets of paper you were holding.

Peter closed the door behind him with a stunned look on his face.

"Please don't shout," he began, reading the posters in a trembling voice. "I'm not going to hurt you."

You dropped a sheet of paper on the floor.

"It's me, Y/N," Peter's voice dimmed, and it took him a while to react. "WHAT?!!!!"

You quickly raised your arms again in a way to stop him from screaming.

" Whoa, whoa, whoa!" exclaimed Peter again. "What are you saying?!"

Dejaste que los carteles se cayeran al suelo y saltaste sobre él intentando cubrir su boca con tus manos. En aquellos momentos estabas segura de que su tía May entraría en la habitación en segundos debido al ruido. Peter seguía gritando cosas inentendibles bajo tus manos, con sus ojos castaños abiertos como platos mirándote. Decidiste destaparle la boca, ya que no servía para nada y volviste a por los folios para ponérselos nuevamente frente a él.

“¡Esto es una locura!” se llevó las manos a la cara, pero continuó leyendo los folios. “Spider-man me ha lanzado una de sus telarañas,” cambiaste de folio. “Y no puedo deshacerme de ella, tienes que ayudarme.”

Peter stood still watching you, his eyes were red with nervousness and his nostrils flared every time he took in and released air from his lungs. You knew it was going to be a shock to your friend, but you didn't understand how it was affecting him so much. You raised your arms, quickly pointed to the spider web gagging your mouth, you needed to get rid of it and then you would give him all the explanations he needed.

A blushing Peter slowly approached you, stepped around you and in an instant you felt no more pressure. At last you could rest, your jaw and mouth were sore, but it was no surprise to you, what was surprising was that your friend had got rid of the restraint in a second.

Puzzled, you turned to him, who was still in shock and looked a little frightened. He carefully brought his hands to the top of your mask and slowly lifted it, exposing your face.

"I can explain," you said calmly. "I..."

"Oh my god," Peter interrupted you, sitting up in his bed.

"Listen," you shook your head and sat down next to him. "I understand your reaction, it's crazy, I should have explained it to you a lot sooner, but- Wait, how did you get that obnoxious fabric off me so fast?"

Peter put his hands to his head and sighed.

"It's synthetic spider silk," he explained without looking at you. "It's got the gigapascals augmented, with its web you can hold even a car in the air, but-"

"Wait," you stared at him.

Your mind worked fast enough to grasp enough information and connect it in a couple of seconds. You slowly rose slowly from his side and looked at him with a frown.

"What?!" you exclaimed this time. "That's impossible!"

"Yes!" exclaimed Peter getting up and holding his hands to his head. "That's what I was thinking! It's impossible!"

At that instant the door to the room opened revealing a smiling May.

"Peter yo - Hey Y/N!" she greeted with a frown.  "I didn't know you were here. Are you staying for dinner?"

"Hi, May. No, no," you said quickly in a bit of a daze. "Thank you very much, but my mother's expecting me for dinner."

"Okay," she smiled looking you up and down. "Nice suit!" your cheeks took on a ruddy colour. "Peter, dinner in half an hour."

"Thank you May," Peter replied a little shyly.

His aunt closed the door again.

"That's why you were always making excuses for me in the evenings!" you reproached him."And the Stark scholarship! How could I have been so blind?" "And the Stark scholarship! How could I have been so blind?"

"I know, I know," said Peter, as he paced around his room next to you. "By the way, your powers - they're awesome!"

You motioned for him to lower his voice again. This situation was crazy, you didn't know whether to be relieved, to teleport, or to teleport him to a place far away. You leaned your back against the wall, closing your eyes so you could think clearly.He was your best friend, had you been hating your best friend all this time?He was your best friend, had you been hating your best friend all this time? He was your best friend, had you been hating your best friend all this time?  Peter stood in front of you.

"Hey..." he whispered caressing your cheek, the place where your spider web had passed. "If I'd known... If you'd stayed a little longer I'd have taken it off."

You crossed your arms over your chest and looked up at him arching an eyebrow. "This is too much."

You looked straight into those brown eyes, they had been a weakness for you since fifth grade. Besides, his gaze accompanied with the caress of his fingers on your cheek lowered your defences.

"Please stay for dinner. If you want, we can study chemistry later," Peter said almost pleadingly.

"Really?" you asked in confusion. "You want to study chemistry after everything that just happened?"

"Truce?" Peter arched a somewhat hopeful eyebrow.

"You're one of a kind, you stupid spider," you said, unable to hide a grin.

"You stupid spider."

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Airway

By Hale13

For the Summer of Whump Day 29 Prompt - Control

The only real drawback of the current iteration of his suit, Peter thought, was its lack of air filtration. With the tools and workshop space that Mr. Stark provided him with Peter was able to make a Spidey suit that was top of the line in every aspect except for the ventilation; for all intents and purposes Peter was really just breathing through high tech spandex. The tightly woven fabric did, minimally, protect him from inhaling smoke and other harmful chemicals but not enough.

Words: 2407, Chapters: 1/1 (complete), Language: English

Fandoms: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies)

Rating: Gen

Relationships: Peter Parker & May Parker, Peter Parker & Tony Stark

Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, May Parker, Bruce Banner

TW: Medical Procedures, Panic

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The only real drawback of the current iteration of his suit, Peter thought, was its lack of air filtration. With the tools and workshop space that Mr. Stark provided him with Peter was able to make a Spidey suit that was top of the line in every aspect except for the ventilation; for all intents and purposes Peter was really just breathing through high tech spandex. The tightly woven fabric did, minimally, protect him from inhaling smoke and other harmful chemicals but not enough.

Which is what landed him in his current situation of sitting with his mask pulled up to the bridge of his nose and an oxygen mask over his nose and mouth as he took shallow, wheezing breaths.

The apartment fire that he had responded to still had a surprisingly large number of people stuck in hard to reach places that left Peter exposed longer than he would have liked. His throat felt like it was on fire and his lungs felt tight the way they used to feel when he had an asthma attack. The fire fighter that had passed him the oxygen mask earlier crouched down in front of him with a worried look on her ash stained face.

“I still think you should let us take you to the hospital,” she said worriedly as she adjusted the flow of oxygen. Peter shook his head..

“I’m good,” he croaked, trying not to wince at just how destroyed his voice sounded and display as much confidence as he could. She still looked dubious.

“Is there anyone you can stay with tonight?” She pressed. “You shouldn’t be alone just in case.”

“I’’ll be okay,” he promised, removing the oxygen mask and pulling his own down to cover his face. It immediately became harder to breathe and he regretted giving up the clean air but he knew if he didn’t get out of there soon he would have a much bigger problem. “Thanks for the help!” He called as he swung out, his breathing becoming more labored as he webbed away.

His HUD fizzed out for a second before directing to the Tower and Peter rolled his eyes at Karen but obliged. May was working a late shift and Peter did feel pretty shitty. It probably wouldn’t hurt to hang around the Tower with its fully stocked and staffed MedBay for the evening. He had to stop a few times on his way to catch his breath but he made it to the landing pad with few issues.

“You stink,” Tony greeted him as he walked in, pulling his ashy mask off his face and letting it drop on one of the many end tables. “You committing arson now?”

“Ha ha,” Peter said hoarsely with a slight cough as he ventured into the kitchen to Fran a bottle of water to gulp down. Tony narrowed his eyes over his cup of coffee in judgement and concern.

“Karen said they put you on oxygen,” he said accusingly and Peter groaned and dropped his forehead to rest on the cool counter top, taking aborted breaths through his mouth. The smell of smoke still on his suit was making it hard to take deep breaths in.

“Only for a couple minutes,” Peter answered, coughing again and taking another swig of water.

“Go take a shower,” his mentor ordered. “Leave your suit in your room and I’ll send it down to FRI for deep cleaning although at this point it might be worth it to just toss it and start again from scratch.”

“But I just broke it in,” Peter whined, trudging off to the room Tony had set aside for his use. He may be right though – smoke was a notoriously hard stench to get out of fabric.

The hot water felt heavenly on his skin and Peter spent probably too long under the strong spray but, unfortunately, his chest still felt tight and heavy when he got out. He paused in front of the mirror, trying to take deep, even inhales and he squinted his eyes in confusion. He had helped out on a few burning buildings and had never felt this way before. Deciding he probably just needed some rest, Peter left the bathroom and joined Mr. Stark back out in the common room.

He only got about halfway through his soup and an episode of The Office before he passed out, head leaned back against the cushions.

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The room was lit only by the glow of the projector when Peter woke up unable to breathe.

He gasped and flailed as he woke up, smacking Mr. Stark in the face and causing him to yelp as he tried to inhale through what felt like a straw. “Lights up to fifty,” Mr. Stark barked out and Peter snapped his eyes closed against the blue-toned overhead lights snapping on over him. “Fuck Peter,” his mentor said, scrambling of the couch and scooping Peter up in his arms.

Peter felt dizzy and his vision was spotted with black dots as he was carried to the elevator. He could hear his mentor yelling something but couldn’t comprehend what was being said as he lifted one shaky hand up to clutch at his, now swollen, neck and he could feel panic bubbling up in him.

‘Don’t black out,’ he told himself as he tried to calm down and even out his breathing. ‘It’s fine. You’re fine.’

“Bruce!” Tony shouted as he deposited Peter on, what must have been, a bed in one of the exam rooms in the Tower MedBay. “He can’t breathe!”

An oxygen mask was shoved over Peter’s face but it did little to help him but he gripped it with a weak hand anyway, gasping into it and squinting his eye open. “Hey Peter,” Dr. Banner said in his usual calm voice, raising the bed up so Peter was sitting and grabbing a light and a tongue depressor. “I need you to open your mouth for me.”

Peter shakily nodded and dropped the mask to open his mouth, gagging on the tongue depressor and swaying a little at the loss of the little oxygen he was getting. Bruce swore and placed the mask back over Peter’s face, pressing a blue button on the wall and lowering Peter back to lie flat. “His airway is closing!”

“What!” Tony said, panicked and grabbing Peter’s hand to squeeze as the room burst to life with medical professionals. A nurse grabbed him and bodily pulled him from the room as he yelled for answers. Peter could feel his own panic bubbling up in his gut but he also felt like he may pass out and didn’t have the energy to explore it.

“Peter,” Bruce said firmly and calmly from directly above him as a nurse cut off his shirt and another placed an IV catheter in his arm. “Your throat is full of soot from the fire earlier and is causing your trachea to swell and close. We’re going to knock you out so we can place an endotracheal tube to help you breathe. It’s going to be jarring when you wake up later but it will be okay. I need you to trust me.”

Peter could feel tears welling up in his eyes and spilling over his face from the stress and effort but didn’t get a chance to respond before his muscles relaxed like wet clay and his vision spun into darkness.

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“I’m on my way,” May Parker’s wet voice said through the phone as Tony paced up and down the hallway outside the room where the medical staff was working with Peter. “God Tony fuck!” She said, sounding out of breath as if she were running.

“Happy’s on his way to get you,” Tony promised her, trying to control his own racing heart and tensed nerves. “He’ll be there in ten minutes and he’ll get you back much faster than the bus. I’ve got him May. I promise I’ve got him.”

May let out a sob into the phone and Tony felt his heart clench. “If anything happens to him,” she said and Tony nodded. He knew. He understood.

“Just focus on getting here safely,” he told her as he stopped to stare at Peter’s door. “I’ll let you know when I hear something.”

“The very second you find anything out,” she told him firmly before hanging up the phone. Tony rubbed a hand over his face and dropped into one of the chairs that were spaced throughout the hall, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees and closing his eyes.

Waking up to Peter panicking, pale and with blue lips was probably going to be in the top five worst experiences of his life and would definitely haunt his nightmares for weeks to come. Bruce hadn’t told him anything before ordering him removed from the room and his imagination was, most likely, worse than anything that was happening to Peter but he didn’t do well not knowing what was going on.

“Update FRI?” He asked his AI hopefully, tapping on the comm link he kept in his ear basically all of his waking hours.

“Sorry boss,” she said remorsefully. “Mr. Parker’s condition is classified.”

Tony’s stomach knotted further and he stood back up to pace again, unable to sit down and needing to work out his restless energy as he waited for an update on the kid. About fifteen minutes of nail biting later, Bruce slipped out of the room and gestured to Tony to sit back down.

“He’ll be okay,” he started out, making Tony sag in dizzying relief. His throat was filled with soot from the fire earlier and it caused his trachea to swell closed. We knocked him out to place an endotracheal tube until the swelling went down but it was already to severe so we had to perform a cricthyrotomy to establish a viable airway instead.”

Tony felt the blood drain from his face and he felt a little faint. “Talk to me like I’m an idiot Bruce,” he said, desperate and hoping it wasn’t what he thought it was. “I need you to lay it out for me.”

Bruce looked worried and reached out a hand to grab Tony’s wrist to take his pulse. “I need you to calm down,” Bruce said firmly. “Yes, this is scary but Peter is fine. With his healing abilities he’s going to make a full recovery and he’ll probably be back on his feet in just a couple days alright? Peter is out of danger but it isn’t going to help his recovery if you have a heart attack okay?”

Tony nodded, making a concentrated effort to do his four-seven-eight breathing and calm down. It took a couple minutes but Bruce was patient. “Better?” He asked and Tony nodded, gesturing with his hand for the other scientist to continue. “We had to make a small incision in Peter’s neck and trachea and insert an endotracheal tube through that incision since his upper airway was too swollen to allow it to pass. He is able to breath on his own with this in but we have him on supplemental oxygen just to support him. He is on a ventilator just to give his lungs a chance to recover but he can breathe on his own – its just supplemental alright? We’ve started epinephrine and steroid therapy to reduce the swelling and we’ll probably be able to remove the tube in twenty-four to thirty-six hours.”

“He’s okay though?” Tony asked a little desperately. “He’s fine?”

“Yes Tony,” Bruce told him with an indulgent smile. “He’s okay and he’ll make a full recovery.”

“Can I see him?” He asked, staring at the closed door.

“In a few minutes,” Bruce promised. “The nurses and respiratory therapists are getting him settled but then you can go in. Do you want to call his aunt and I can update her in the meantime?”

“Yeah,” Tony agreed, passing his phone over to Bruce and feeling his muscles unclench just the smallest amount.

The kid was okay.

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Peter woke to the clicking and popping of artificial air and immediately panicked at he felt his chest rise and fall against his volition and he grasped at the loose gown resting over him before a gentle hand took his and pulled it away. “Hey kiddo its alright, you’re okay. You can breathe the machine is just helping a little.”

Peter cracked his eyes open and made eye contact with his mentor who was seated beside him. May was loosely gripping his hand on the other side, her head resting next to his arm on the bed and soft puffs of air hitting his skin as she slept. The machine clicked again and it took everything in Peter not to fight it. Tony ran his fingers over his knuckles in a soothing gesture.

“We’re going to have to work on your suit,” the man said with a little smile. “It’s getting a full respirator and oxygen tank. It’s going to be a challenge since its so sleek but I think, between the two of us, we can figure it out.” Peter let his brows furrow in confusion and Tony sighed. “Your throat closed up because of the smoke,” he said. “You’re going to be fine though.”

The ventilator clicked again and Peter squeezed his eyes shut and tried to keep calm. He had never done well with loss of control and he could feel his Spidey sense making his hairs raise and his adrenaline spike. He wanted to panic but the artificial breaths wouldn’t let him and it just made it so much worse.

“Hey hey,” Tony said soothingly, rubbing his free hand through Peter’s hair in a calming gesture. “It’s alright.” He gave Peter a considering look then hesitantly offered: “Want me to have them put you out?”

A thrill of relief shot though Peter and he squeezed his mentor’s hand in desperation as he pressed the call button. Peter couldn’t see the nurse but he heard Tony ask for the sedation like he was underwater, not calming until he could feel the cool rush of drugs in his veins.

“I’ve got you buddy,” the man said, a thumb rubbing over Peter’s cheekbone once before settling back in his hair. “You just check out for a while.”

The darkness was welcoming as Peter fell into it; feeling safe with his aunt and mentor watching over him.

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A Sunflower's Bloom

Third and final part in the Remember the sun, little flower series for @angxlsgrxce

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Tony walked into the lab only to be greeted by Peter who was sitting on top of his work bench in a position that could only be described as pretzel meets spaghetti. 

Peter was lying on his side with his back against the wall that his bench was propped against, his one leg was stretched behind him, the other bent over it with his foot flat against the table top.

It was then that Tony noticed his one arm was looped under his bent leg and he was using his other arm to prop his head slightly as he carefully stirred up a new batch of his web formula.

Overall, it was quite normal for Peter with his strange spider flexibility but just looking at him made Tony's back ache.

"Peter, buddy, spider of my life, are you ever going to sit in a slightly normal position?" Tony couldn't help but tease the teenager, letting out a laugh at Peter's fake look of betrayal.

"Mr. Stark! That would imply that I am a regular person and we both know that I could never be normal. Besides, it's comfortable." With that he went back to his formula, looking at it with a slight furrow to his brows that made his nose scrunch up in a way that Tony couldn't help but think resembled a bunny rabbit.

Tony walked over to his own work bench and wheeled his chair back to Peter's. Sitting down in front of the bench, he picked up a pen and poked at Peter's leg until he looked up at the older man.

"What's got you frowning at your webs like that?"

With a huff, Peter unfolded himself and sat up on the edge of the bench with his legs hanging off the edge. He handed Tony the bodum beaker and picked up his bag, fishing his notebook out from it before putting it back on the floor. He flipped to a page near the back and handed that to Tony as well.

"I'm trying to find a way to make it stop clogging up the compartment when I have to refill it but I can't figure out what I need to do without changing the components of the fluid I already have. Everything that I've come up with so far makes it too watery." He explained as Tony looked over his workings on the paper.

Tony hummed to let him know that he was listening. He was quiet for a while before speaking again. "Okay, a fair warning, Pete. I have an idea but, as far as Pepper would be concerned, it's not the safest so we're gonna move over to the testing station and try it out there. That good?"

Peter nodded and slid off the bench to follow Tony to a more secured area of the lab that they had made after their last drone went a little crazy and set fire to Dumm-e and Tony's R&D paperwork.

Setting up the beaker and grabbing a few chemicals as well as safety goggles and gloves, Tony explained his idea for adding a different chemical to slightly tweak the reaction of Peter's new formula, hoping to stop the clogging as Peter desired without too much change to the original tried and tested formula.

"Ready?" 

Peter just grinned, slipping his goggles over his eyes. He watched as Tony added one of the chemicals, stirred it, and asked him to look at it as well as prompting Peter to tell him what changes he saw with each new chemical that they added.

Neither paid attention as Tony reached for the last chemical he wanted to test. 

Neither of them noticed that it had accidentally been switched by Dumm-e while they had been speaking and nerding over the ways they could change and improve the formula for different uses other than Peter's regular webs.

Neither noticed until the drops of liquid from the last chemical went up in an explosion of harmless sparks and smoke, a black cloud blowing back up into their faces and the sparks setting off the lab's sprinkler system automatically.

Both Tony and Peter jerked backwards, Peter almost falling over when he slipped on the water currently still falling from the sprinklers. He grabbed onto Tony which ended up being what pulled both of them off balance, sending them to the floor in a jumbled mess of limbs and a pained yelp with Peter landed on his arm.

"Peter!" Tony gasped, managing to heave himself up a moment later and reach down to help Peter up too. He hesitated when Peter hissed and pulled his arm away, panic instantly flooding his chest at Peter's pain.

Kneeling down, Tony lifted Peter to his feet by his shoulders instead of pulling him up by his arm. As soon as the teenager was standing, Tony was fussing over him, grabbing a clean rag (now conveniently wet from the sprinklers) from a nearby table and wiping the wet cloth over Peter's face to clean the ash off and make sure none of it had somehow made its way into his eyes behind the safety goggles. 

Tony was damn grateful that he had become so much more careful when it came to lab safety after he had started working with Peter so often.

Used to Tony's automatic fussing, Peter took a moment to assess himself for any pain or irritation, knowing Tony would ask him as soon as he calmed slightly.

A moment later the man did just that.

"Were you hurt? I heard your cry when you landed. What's wrong with your arm? Did you inhale any of the smoke?" Tony rapidly shot the questions at him, ushering Peter towards the dry end of the lab and onto the couch in the one corner.

"No I wasn't badly hurt, I just sprained my wrist when I tried to catch myself when we fell. Yes, I did inhale some but not a lot because I don't feel a lot of irritation or pain." Peter answered and then cut Tony off before he could ask more questions.

"Yes, I know we have to be careful with the smoke inhalation, especially because of the chemicals, but I know how it feels when it's bad because of the fires I've had to help with. I promise I'll tell you if I start feeling anything bad or painful."

Peter's straight to the point answers finally calmed Tony enough for him to sit down on the couch next to him.

Tony opened his mouth, going to ask if Peter was sure he was okay before changing his mind. "Okay, okay, I believe you. Can Fri scan you just to be safe?"

Knowing that Tony needed the peace of mind, Peter nodded and a moment later the A.I reported back with exactly what Peter had said. A sprained wrist and minor irritation to his windpipe.

"I would recommend ice for his wrist and a glass of milk for his throat, Boss." Friday's Irish voice spoke out.

Peter nudged Tony lightly with his shoulder. "See? I'm okay. Now that we're done with me, are you okay?"

With a little huff and a smile, Tony relented. His kid was okay. No need to panic. Nope, not at all.

Peter nudged him again. If he had to answer truthfully then so did Tony.

"Yeah, Roo, I'm fine, I promise. A bit of irritation as well but no sprains, bruises, or broken bones." Tony assured him, and asked Friday to do a quick scan of him as well, thinking it was only fair since he had the A.I scan Peter.

Once again she confirmed that there was no major injury or problem.

"C'mon, I wanna go wash the ash off my face and we should probably both go grab a shower and change into dry clothes. We need to make sure that we don't have any leftover chemicals left on us and you don't need to get sick from sitting around in wet clothes, either." 

Tony was about to get up from the couch when he noticed a bruise peeking out from under the sleeve of Peter's injured wrist. He reached out and carefully held it in his own hand, the sleeve riding up more to show the black lines of what looked like the sunflower that was usually etched across the skin of Peter's lower forearm.

The only thing that made it not so normal was that the ink looked like it wasn't running down Peter's arm after getting it wet. It hadn't even smudged at all.

Looking up at the teen in question and receiving a nod, Tony pulled the sleeve up more to reveal the rest of the flower. He ran a finger over it, careful to not put pressure on Peter's wrist.

"Peter?" Tony asked softly, making sure that his voice was open and gentle.

Peter gave a quiet hmm in response. He knew that he didn't have to be nervous of telling Tony, the man's reaction and acceptance just of the markers when he first found out was proof enough of it, but he couldn't help the slight anxiety that bubbled up in his chest.

An arm was draped over his shoulders, and he was pulled into a hug.

"When did you get it done, bud?"

"A few weeks ago." Peter mumbled into Tony's shoulder.

  Oh, Tony thought. The sudden light, happiness that Peter had exuded recently made sense now. His kid had finally found the permanency that he had needed.

Pulling away, Tony asked Peter to look at him. He grinned widely at the teen when he did, three simple words being said and immediately soothing a place in Peter's heart that he hadn't known was scared.

"I like it."

Peter smiled too. "Yeah?" At Tony's nod he spoke again. "I uhh, I got two. I have another one, I mean, not just this one. I got two that day." He stumbled over his words now, a bit bashful now that he wasn't as nervous about Tony's reaction.

Tony's steady smile helped some of his confidence come back.

"Can I see it? The other one?" Tony asked him, taking notice of the shy excitement in Peter's eyes.

Peter gave a small smile and turned a bit. "It's on my back." He explained to Tony's slightly confused expression.

Peter tugged his shirt up a bit until he was sure that the colourful petals and leaves of the sunflower were visible.

"That's Ben's flower." Tony muttered. It wasn't quite a question nor was it a statement but Peter answered anyway.

"Yeah. It's Ben's flower."

After a moment of silence, Peter lowered his shirt and turned around to face Tony. The man looked at him, a strange glint in his eyes.

"He'd be proud of you, you know. I didn't know him but from what you and May have told me… well, he was an incredible man Peter. Especially to have had a hand in raising someone like you who is so kind, giving, and loving."

Hugging the man who had become his father in all but blood, Peter felt his heart warm. He had lost, he had grieved, and he had hurt. But he had also found, healed, and loved.

Peter was drawn from his thoughts by Tony hugging him closer before pulling away and getting up from the couch. "C'mon, kid. Let's go get clean and then we can sort out the mess in here before Pepper has both our hides to cushion her seat during that meeting tomorrow."

"Tony, do you really think he would be proud?" Peter asked him just as they walked out the lab doors.

"Bud, the proof is right there in those very petals on your skin. He loved you and would be so proud."

Tony was right in more ways than one as Peter would later learn because a sunflowers meaning was adoration, loyalty and longevity.

And in the ink on his skin, in the pictures and paintings on the walls, in the memories of his uncle, Peter found that and so much more. 

Peter had finally found healing from the grief that had swallowed him for so long. He had a reminder and a hope with him, something to remember the good, the happy, and the love that he had experienced as well as all that was still to come.

His sunflower had bloomed and it was glorious.