#web slinger x reader

[kur0m1sblog]

Random question but what’s in your inbox?

Okay Soooo Here’s A List Of Characters I Have Asks For!

Miguel O’Hara: 8

Hobie Brown: 6

The Spot: 7

Thrax: 3

Miles Morales / Miles Morales 42: 11

Spider Cowboy / Web- Slinger: 2

Spider Noir: 1

Pitch Black: 1

Pavitr Prabhakar: 3

Request I have In total: 44 (i think- 🧍🏽‍♀️)

Friday, June 9

10:00pm

[drc00l4tt4]

I SAW YOU WERE WRITING FOR WEBSLINGER AND PLEASE I NEED ANYTHING BUT LIKE SPECIFICALLY ANYTHING WITH A CHUBBY FEM READER 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

also i’m sorry if i sent this in and requests were closed 🫠

Reqs are very much open and you are literally the first person here <//3

Excited to write this as a fellow chubby person >:]

Going with HCs and drabbles so I can throw ideas at ya

❥ He can barely keep his hands off you when you lay in bed together. He loves how soft you feel, and he wants you to know it.

❥ If you're comfortable with it, he'd occasionally call you 'puddin' because your chub reminds him of pudding (and he heard someone call their significant other that once and it never left his mind, he thought it was adorable).

⤷ His favorite way to cuddle in bed is you laying back and him resting his head on your stomach while his arms wrap around you.

⤷ He especially likes it when he's resting his head on your stomach and you mess with his hair. He melts against you.

⤷ "Y're so soft.." He'd mutter as he rests against you and makes himself comfortable. Then the second your fingers run through his hair he lets out a pleased sigh, "Y're gonna make me fall asleep." He'd chuckle out, letting his eyes close.

❥ He likes to hug you from behind when you're standing so his hands can rest on your stomach.

❥ If you start to feel self conscious about your chub, he would absolutely start praising you relentlessly, trying to make you smile or laugh at how persistent he is.

❥ Loves to carry you around and make you feel light. Especially when you start laughing in his arms, he melts at that.

⤷ "You look beautiful t'me, darlin'. Absolutely beautiful. Wouldn't change a damn thing about ya, especially not your body. Y're soft and I love that, 'feels nice under my hands. I promise, y're breathtakin' t'me. Always have been." The minute he sees you smile he noticeably relaxes, "There we go. You feelin' better now?" And when you nod he'd rest his head against yours and pull you close, "Good. Can't have my puddin' thinkin' she's ugly or anythin' of th'sort."

❥ Absolutely gets defensive as hell if anyone insults you. That goes for insults about anything but he gets especially ticked when anyone mentions your body type in a negative manner. Probably punched someone over it once.

⤷ You'd look at him in shock after he punched the poor soul who dared to insult your form. He'd then look at you and his expression would immediately soften as he went, "What? I didn't hurt 'em that bad." He broke the person's nose by accident.

Requests are Open! | Comms

[eternalslover]

HELLO YOU WONDERFUL SPIDERVERSE WRITERS UMM... WOULD ANY OF YOU WRITE FOR WEB SLINGER MORE SPECIFICALLY SMUT FOR HIM?? BECAUSE I HAVE A SMUTTY REQUEST FOR HIM AND LITERALLY NO ONE WRITES FOR HIM

BUT HONESTLY I WILL TAKE ANYTHING, LIKE I JUST NEED SOMEONE TO WRITE LIKE HEADCANONS, DRABBLES, IMAGINES, FLUFF, SMUT, ANGST ANYTHING PLEASE I JUST NEED SOMETHING

AND BTW IM NOT TAKING REQUESTS! I DONT WRITE THAT OFTEN AND IM 100% NOT GOOD ENOUGH TO DO REQUESTS

[jedijesi]

Caught in the Cat's Web Chapter 4

Miguel O'Hara x Felicia Hardy!Reader

Previous Chapter 🕸️ Series Masterlist

Warnings: SMUT (no piv), Angst, She/Her Pronouns, Enemies to Lovers, Slowish Burn

Word Count: 2.4k

Summary: Felicia goes on a date with Web-Slinger, but Miguel doesn't like it for some reason. Why? He hates her, right?

Co-Author: @stclairesplace

Nueva York, Earth-838

“And Spider-Cat brought in a whopping 57 criminals in one night,” Jessica informed Miguel as she jotted down her notes. “Did you and Felicia rip each other apart last night? I mean, you know you don’t have to train them. Web-Slinger’s expressed plenty of times how much he’s been waiting to join me in training recruits.”

Miguel shakes his head towards Jessica. “No. We didn’t kill each other… it was actually... pretty nice.” Jessica makes a mental note of the way Miguel smiles as he recalls the night. “Felicia was incredible, she brought in 34 criminals and made sure each and every victim was okay. It’s like she's been doing this all her life.”

“Hmmm.” Jessica nods, trying to understand what else must have happened in order for Miguel to act so cheerful, compared to yesterday. “Well, you can take a back seat now and focus on the other universes. I think I'm gonna take Web-Slinger on as a trainer, he’s been expressing wanting to take on bigger roles.”

“No, no, I don't mind helping out.” 

“I think you're scaring the recruits, though.” 

Miguel sighs, “I’ll back off a bit, but I like training and they should get used to it. I'm the boss.” 

Jessica shrugs, “Whatever you want, Miguel. I'm gonna go bring Web-Slinger on, still.” 

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Felicia walks into the crowded dining hall to grab her usual latte before work. She needed a pick-me-up after last night's adventures. After ordering she goes to the pick-up bar to wait, watching the masked baristas make her drink. 

“Black coffee for Web-Slinger!” A barista shouts to the waiting customers. 

“Pardon, ma'am.”  Felicia is taken aback as she turns to meet a masked horse and his masked rider. 

She quickly moves out of the way, watching as he leans down to grab his cup of coffee. “Quite the entrance you two made there," Felicia said, a sly grin on her face as she leaned against the pick-up bar, her eyes glinting with amusement. "I can’t say I’ve seen a Spider-Man and their trusty steed in a coffee shop before."

The masked rider couldn't help but return a playful smirk. "Well, we do try to make an entrance wherever we go," he replied with a hint of mischief in his voice. 

“Iced Latte for Night Spider!” The barista shouts prompting Felicia to grab her drink. 

The horse's rider, whose mask concealed most of his face, had an air of confidence about him as he gracefully dismounted. “Would you like to join me?” He asks, taking the reins into his gloved hands. 

Felicia smiles flirtatiously, “Only if you let me ride bareback.”

Web-Slinger and Felicia walk to an empty table that overlooks the sights of Nueva York. 

The Web-Slinger pulls out the red chair for Felicia, for her to sit in before sitting across from her. “I don't believe I’ve seen you around.” The man says. 

“I’m relatively new.” She shrugs taking a sip from her straw. 

“Ahh, so you must be part of the group I’m gonna start training, huh.” 

“I already know everythin’ I need to know, cowboy” Felicia winks.

Web-Slinger leans over the table and with a whisper, says, “I’m sure there's plenty I can teach you, little lady.” 

The sound of Felicia’s laugh catches the attention of Miguel and LYLA as they walk to the gym. Miguel smiles to himself realizing he's rarely heard Felicia laugh. Wanting to see what all the fuss was, he followed the sound of her laughter through the dining hall to see her and Web-Slinger and Felicia leaned in close over the small table, sharing a quiet exchange before both of them suddenly burst into laughter. It was a casual moment, nothing too significant, but for some reason, Miguel felt an unexpected surge of anger.

"I don't know if you know this," Felicia remarked, her voice playful, "but I'm an environmental activist. I prefer to save a horse n' ride a cowboy." She winked at Web-Slinger.

Miguel, unamused, interrupted with a deadpan expression. "Hardy."

Felicia slowly leaned away from the cowboy and turned her attention to Miguel. "O'Hara," she purred, her tone laden with innuendo.

Miguel shifted his gaze, his voice carrying a note of annoyance. "We're meeting in 5 minutes."

Felicia maintained her sultry demeanor. "I know, big boy. I'll be there."

The two locked eyes in a heated stare until Web-Slinger, noticing the tension, interjected, "Everythin' okay between you two?"

Felicia gave Miguel a devious smile. "Never better," she replied, her tone filled with mischief. "I guess I'll head over to the gym. Thanks for being eye candy," she told Web-Slinger with a flirtatious parting glance.

“Were goin’ the game way, darlin’, why don't you ride Widow with me?” He says as he stands. 

Felicia smirks as she sauntered over to the cowboy. “I thought you'd never ask.” 

Felicia gracefully mounts the horse, her curves accentuated by the tight spider suit she wore. Her long silver hair cascaded down her back as she adjusted the reins and settled into the saddle. With a gentle but firm grasp, she held onto the reins. She leaned forward against Widow’s next, her breasts touching the saddle horn, and held eye contact with Miguel as she brought her right hand out to stroke the horse's neck, sweetly saying, “Good boy”. Once Web-Slinger hopped on behind her he kept his hands along her waist. He gave Widow a quick kick, the horse moving from a walk into a slow, sultry trot, glancing back with a smirk as she rode away. Leaving Miguel's jaw tightens as he attempts to comprehend what had just happened. 

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“Good afternoon, recruits!” LYLA said with her cheery voice. “You all did fantastic last night. Since training is wrapping up and you'll soon be full-fledged members of the Spider Society, for the next few days we have some of our top veterans that you can shadow and work one-on-one with until graduation! Feel free to roam about and interview Spider Society members! LYLA said before glitching away. 

Recruits excitedly wandered around the gym and to the cafeteria to the various experts for help. Felicia didn’t need to do much wandering as she had her eyes set on a certain cowboy. 

Felicia waited behind Julia as she fangirled over one of her favorite Spider heroes. “I’d be happy to let you shadow me, ma'am. Meet me here tomorrow night, okay?”

Julia nodded excitedly, “of course, Sir! Thank you!” 

“Now if you'll excuse me.” The cowboy says, tipping his hat as he moves past Julia to where Felicia stands. 

“Hey, Cowboy.” She smirked, leaning against the wall.

Web-Slinger places his forearm on the area above her head, using it to lean on. “You lookin’ for a teacher?” 

Felicia shrugs, “I don't know, you teachin’ cowboy?” 

“Yes, ma'am. I can take you out to the bar upstairs to study. How does that sound, gorgeous?” 

Miguel couldn't seem to concentrate on the line of recruits interviewing him while Felicia and Web-Slinger were standing so obnoxiously close on the other side of the gym. It was too noisy to completely understand their conversation with his super hearing, but from what he could gather, it sounded as if they were going on a date. 

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New York, Earth-192

Felicia meticulously adhered to the event's dress code, selecting an elegant formal outfit. She stood before the mirror, her gaze scrutinizing her appearance. Her sleek, black dress clung to her figure, accentuating her curves, and she took a moment to ensure everything fell just right. She focused on the way her ass looked in it, turning back around, she checked her hair she let it down, before placing her mask over her eyes. “Hot.” She states, seeing at the final look. 

Felicia cast a quick glance at the time, realizing that it was time to make her departure. In a hurry, she snatched up her watch, deftly input the coordinates for Nueva York, and activated the portal. With a sense of purpose and confidence, she stepped into the shimmering gateway.

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Nueva York, Earth-838

Felicia takes the elevator to the 102nd floor. As the doors open, the sound of jazz music and laughter mixed with the smells of alcohol and cigars makes Felicia feel like she was back in her Black Cat days, robbing rich men at fancy bars. As she saunters towards to bar, she spots the red spider bandana paired with a black button-up and slacks. 

“Hey, Cowboy.” She hums, catching the man’s attention. 

“My, my, my…” The Web-Slinger stands, removing his hat as he admires Felicia. “You're a sight, darlin’.” 

Felicia feels her cheeks heat up at his reaction. “I hope you are ready to study.” She teases. 

“I'm ready to do a lot more than studying.” He whispers in her ear as he pushes Felicia’s stool in.  

“What can I get you two tonight?” The masked bartender asked. 

“A vodka martini please,” Felicia says, leaning on the bar, letting her breasts shine. 

“And a whisky for me.” Web-Slinger tips his hat to the bartender. 

Felicia swivels in her stool to look directly at the handsome cowboy. “So, cowboy, what’s your real name?”

“Patrick.” 

“Hmm… I like Cowboy better. Now, aren't you gonna tell me about the Spider Society?”

Meanwhile, Miguel and Ben took a seat in the armchairs near the fireplace. Miguel leaned back, scanning the bar area subtly, his eyes narrowing as he spotted Felicia and Patrick at the bar, engrossed in their conversation.

"I didn't even know this bar existed, Sir," Ben remarked, his voice tinged with a mix of nervousness and excitement. 

Miguel nodded, keeping an eye on Felicia while maintaining a calm demeanor. "It's a hidden gem, Ben. We like to have nice amenities for the spider-people who work and live here full time. Now, remember, patience is key in our line of work. Just observe, listen, and let me know if anything unusual happens."

“Is something going down here?” Ben said excitedly. 

Miguel shakes his head, rolling his eyes. “No. Consider it training. For example, look! Felcia’s here-”

“Holy shit she looks hot-” Ben is cut off by a smack to the head from Miguel.

“Shut the fuck up.” He yells in a whisper. “You said you wanted me to train you, you wanna learn or not?” Ben nods slowly, like a sad puppy. “Our goal is to observe Felicia, see what she doing here, maybe find out what she's talking about.” 

“Well, she’s eating those olives very seductively,” Ben says, fixated on the little detail, making Miguel regret bringing him. 

As the evening went on, the date between Felicia and Patrick seemed to progress smoothly. Miguel couldn't help but admire how well she looked in something other than her suit, but he remained vigilant all while Ben interpreted their date.

“You mentioned you were an environmental activist, correct?” Felicia could hear the grin in his voice. 

She took one last sip of her martini, placing the empty glass back down onto the wooden bar. “Oh, yes. Very passionate.” She bats her eyes. 

“You know..” Patrick leans in, placing his hand on Felicia’s thigh. “I’d love to get involved. You think you'd be interested in helpin’ me, dalrin’?”

Felica gives the cowboy a crocodile smile before standing. “Lead the way, cowboy.” 

This causes Miguel to jump. “Woah what's going on, Ben.” 

“Um… She's an environmental activist.” He shrugs, leaving both men confused. 

“You’re no help.” 

Felicia and Patrick scurry past the elevator down a hallway. “Where are we going?” Felicia giggles.

“There’s a common room everyone forgets about with an incredible view this way.” He says, turning the corner. 

The Web-Slinger stops in front of the door, tugging down his mask, revealing his sharp, beautiful features before leaning in to kiss Felicia. She moans into his mouth, as they let lust take over. Patrick’s right hand roams Felicia’s body as his left fiddles with the handle of the door. As soon as it opens, he uses his superhuman strength to pick up Felicia as if she were a feather, letting her legs wrap around his waist. 

Once in the room, Felicia throws the cowboy’s hat and begins unbuttoning his shirt. Meanwhile, Patrick moans in lust, walking to the other side of the room to sit on the couch in front of the big window. With Felicia on his lap, he grinds up into her clothed pussy, moaning as he feels how drenched she is. “Fuck, Darlin’.” He moans, unzipping the back of her dress, and exposing her black lace bra. 

Felicia moans as she rocked against Patrick’s clothed cock. “Ride me.” He begs.

“Shhhh… Let me take my time, cowboy.” She moans, closing her eyes, feeling his lips suck on her neck while he plays with her breasts. “I need it, cowboy.” She whines. 

“Ahem.” The sound of someone clearing his throat, causes Felicia’s eyes to open wide. 

“Miguel?!” Felicia shouts, lifting her dress to cover her chest and Patrick to scrabble to button up his shirt. “What are you doing here?!” 

Miguel turns the dim light on to illuminate the room, chuckling to himself as the two panics. “This is a common room.” 

“Hi, Felicia.” Ben peaks from around the corner, watching as she zips her dress up. 

“Ben?!” She could punch the wall, she was so frustrated. 

“You know, romantic relationships are not allowed in the Spider Society,” Miguel says, leaning on the door frame. 

“Gee thanks, boss.” Felicia snaps. 

“My apologies, sir. I didn't realize.” Patrick says as he tries to find his hat that Felicia threw in the heat of the moment. 

Miguel's expression softened slightly as he observed the storm of emotions brewing in the room. He felt a tinge of guilt, knowing that his adherence to the Spider Society's rules had added to the tension. "In our line of work," he began, his voice measured, "it's vital that we stay focused. The Spider Society's rules exist to protect us all."

Felicia sighed, her frustration evident, the room's atmosphere heavy with unresolved conflict. "Fine, Miguel. I get it, you have stupid rules to make me more miserable." She turned to Patrick, giving him an apologetic look, and brushed past Miguel on her way out the door.

Patrick, somewhat flustered but understanding the gravity of the situation, nodded. "Is my position in jeopardy, Sir?"

Miguel reassured him with a nod. "No, you're one of our best." He held Patrick's gaze. "Be careful."

As Patrick left, Miguel found himself standing alone, the weight of the situation pressing on him. He couldn't quite pinpoint the jumble of emotions within him – anger, guilt, or perhaps something else entirely. The room felt heavy with unresolved tension, leaving him to grapple with the repercussions of his decisions.

Chapter 5

A/N: Lmk if u want to be added to the taglist!

Taglist: @leahnicole1219 @oscarissac2099

[itzkirav]

Web-slinger x reader

AN: sorry guys this is short😢

Dating hcs

Great boyfriend for sure👏

A true gentleman for sure.

Sweet guy.

He'll teach you how to ride Widow.

You guys go on horse rides on Widow.

I imagine him challenging a draw to another person if they either flirt with you or want to be with you. And obv he wins.

Calls you woman, lady, or my lady, and honey.

Picnic dates along with Widow?

Bring flowers on every date.

If you guys ever end up getting a pet it would be a dog.

Likes dancing with his lady.

I imagine he knows how to play the guitar and he'll make a song for you.

He’ll beat up a guy if he ever lay his hands on you. Usually happens on a bar date.

Inside his hat he has a photo of you or you together.

He’ll buy you a cowboy hat so you can match together.

Eventually wants to put a ring on your finger😉

Purposes but somehow gets Widow involved

[emptymasks]

Well I said I’d get better at sharing my art on here and then realised last time I promoted any of my stickers on here was over a year ago. Oops. The fun story with these stickers are I’d drawn almost all of them, we had a power cut that, despite having saved this file multiple times over multiple days, corrupted the Photoshop file beyond repair and I had to draw them all again. But I got them them finished aaaa. 🕸️ ❤️

As always with my little chibis, they’re available as stickers, and as badges with customisable backgrounds of any colour of pride flags that you want. I can’t link to my Etsy without risking Tumblr hiding the post, but the link is in my pinned post, my carrd, I’m emptymasks on Etsy.

Reblogs help support artists more than likes ❤️

[ID: Individual chibi drawings of 30 characters from the Spiderverse films and comics that are available as stickers. Also as badges where they are placed inside circles to show what they will look like as physical button badges, some of them with plain colour backgrounds and some with 1-3 different pride flags as examples of how you can customise the backgrounds.]

[taurder]

(n) sfw

you didn't thought that patrick o'hara was going to be chatty or loud during any kind of sexual exchange, and you were absolutely wrong assuming that. he likes the simple things in life, just like the gunslinger he is he enjoys washing up his horse after a long week, cleaning up his guns meticulously, taking a cold beer in summer afternoons while watching some shitty reality tv show, and riding your cock until his thighs are shaking almost every goddamn night.

he's unstoppable once he gets his hands on you and he lets you know just what he's thinking. he'll say how much he wants to suck on your dick, just as his belt and knees drop to the floor, he'll swear and comment on how much he's already salivating and his words will only be half interrupted when he starts licking on it. he won't stop talking fully, making small pauses to let you know what he really wants. i can't wait to have this inside. i'm gonna ride you so hard tonight. i'm so horny, i could probably cum just by licking you.

and he has in the past, but lately he uses whatever self-control there is in him to actually stand up again while squeezing the base of his own length to stop himself from coming. you don't always let him go easy, sometimes stopping him by the shoulders so he won't stand, burying your dick back into his hot mouth, hearing him whine but also watching his eyes roll up when you start fucking into his throat.

if he really puts his mind and will into it he won't cum until you're deep inside his ass, he's a good boy like that. he'll move his hips and bounce his body rapidly just after having spend the least amount of time possible to prepare and lubed up his hole; spilling praise to your cock, your looks and hot body as he chases down his first orgasm. he will get tight around you, screaming your name as his seed paints both of your abdomens in less than ten minutes. then he will start picking up his rhythm again, moaning more freely now into your neck, probably giving lazy kisses in the whole area as his cock starts swelling again.

the second orgasm will be more violent, his eyes getting wet and his thighs squeezing you as his whole body tenses up and a line of yes yes yes yes yes falls from his mouth a little choked. when you take his hips and start thrusting up into him for round three patrick will be groaning, trying his best to keep bouncing for you, to meet your thrusts just to be filled more, and you'll tell him how good he is.

third climax for him means the end of loud noises, replaced by the casual exhale of air and whispered loving phrases attached with your name, along with more compliments to the way you fucked him. if you're the insatiable one for the night he'll even let you fuck him slowly into the mattress, pounding into his hole with your cum while he just enjoys the moment, letting you do the work now. so in most nights it takes three orgasms to turn a cowboy into a pillow princess.

still thirsty?

[the-possum-writes]

Save a horse, ride a cowboy

❥Character: Patrick O'Hara (Web Slinger)

❥Fandom: Spiderverse

❥Tags: NSFW, gen!neutral reader, unspecified g*nitalia, PWP, sweetheart as a pet name

❥Synopsis: Imagine being new to the spider society and after meeting Web Slinger you're immediately smitten and whisper to yourself. "Uff, I wouldn't mind riding that cowboy to save a horse." And next thing you know he's got you cornered and say. "I heard you like saving horses."

❥A/n: I would've liked to write relationship hcs first but I would need to investigate more, so enjoy this P/with plot. 🤠

Never in your wildest dreams would you have imagined riding a spider horse beside a cowboy in a society of spider people, as if being bitten by a radioactive spider wasn't bizarre enough. The trip on his horse Widow is undoubtedly bumpy, but after talking with Web Slinger, he's been nothing but charismatic and charming, so when he offered you a ride, you were quick to accept, especially now that you're able to wrap your arms around this athletic build.

"First time riding a horse?" You tighten your grip on Web Slinger's strong midsection as his horse suddenly turns sharply to race on the underside of a staircase. If you played your cards well, your hands might "accidentally" slide a few times simply to run them over his abdomen.

"No, but in my world, horses don't exactly gallop across the ceilings." You cough and chuckle, trying not to look down as the blood rushes to your head from being upside down.

"It's just like any other horse. Though, you're going to have to grab on tighter for this part." even though his tone is stern, you get the impression he's smiling under his bandana as Widow dashed through plenty passageways. Web Slinger climbs off first and helps you down after noting how unsteady you are after the trip after a few dizzying jumps later Widow comes to a rest as you quickly reach at the location where you file for one of those multidimensional gadgets.

"How are you feeling, partner? Widow was just trying to show off; we don't typically provide joyrides." Widow neighs with a contented breath as Web Slinger apologizes.

"I'm fine; I just need a minute or two." Even though you feel as though the world is spinning, you can't really complain because you got to share body heat with this charming guy. Web Slinger may come off as stern and unwelcome at first, but he has been an absolute gentleman. He may make fun of you occasionally, but how can you be mad when it results in a hug?

"How about you take a breather while I fetch you some water, I won't take long!" and with that he pulls out one of his guns and web swings himself to the nearest vending machine.

Leaning against Widow, you take a moment to calm yourself down. You briefly close your eyes to gather your thoughts before Widow's mane hairs begin to tickle your nose. "Heh, you're really quite something, aren't ya girl? You stroke beneath her head and hear her let out a breath, "You're lucky to be his partner, I know I'd love to spend more time with him. Between you and me, I'd definitely ride that cowboy to save a horse," you chuckle softly to yourself, realizing how ridiculous you must look chatting raunchy topics with a horse. Web Slinger returns with a bottle of water, which he throws to you as you catch it with one hand, and you immediately stop talking.

He inquires, "Are you feeling any better?"

"Definitely, after talking to your buddy here, it helped." You lightly pat Widow's side.

"Oh? Is that true? Web Slinger briefly held Widow's head in his hands as if speaking to her, and from the sound of his voice and the way his eye mask moved, it appears like he is interested in what is being said. Which you hoped wasn't a thing.

You make a joke, "Yeah... she's very talkative."

He played along, saying, "Huh, good things about me I hope."

You didn't like the way his voice changed since it seemed like he was on to you, but you had no way of knowing, so you instantly changed the subject. "Anyway! I should get moving so Miguel doesn't come up and chastise me for not wearing a bracelet, hah! By the way, thanks a lot."

"No problem, you know how to reach me if you need help with anything else." As Widow begins a quick gallop, Web Slinger taps his bracelet and tilts his hat to say goodbye before you turn around and go your own ways. However, the manner he is holding the reins behind you causes him to stop moving, and Widow stopped moving when she felt what her rider was thinking.

You anticipated that it would be some time before you saw Web Slinger again, but to your surprise, he came looking for you right after you received your new, sparkly bracelet. In fact, you were tinkering with it when he arrived. He approached you from behind, coming up to you on foot, saying, "Looking quite fancy."

"Thanks Spider "Byte said it should help with the glitching and traveling," you say as you turn around to face him. "Speaking of which, where's that partner of yours?" you ask, referring to the horse.

"Widow is at the cafeteria, she loves the empanadas there, in fact you should try them sometime." Web Slinger mentions with a small laugh before pausing briefly. "But also, she wanted to give me some privacy so we could talk."

"And what do you wanna talk about that not even your horse isn't here? You two seem inseparable." you ask of him, but while you kept questioning it inside your head you didn't notice how there was less and less people around you two.

"Well you're right on that, you see, we were both bitten by the same spider so we have this mental link I call Rider sense," while the man gave his explanation you two turn the corner in a secluded hallway. "And let's just say a little spider told me you have a thing for 'saving horses~" he purposely blocked your left side with a single arm, leaning closer for dramatic effect. Back in your universe you recognize it as a kabedon.

The realization became apparent in your expression, even if you were wearing a mask or not. But there's advantages to being cornered, especially for a spider. "What can I say? I'm quite the animal activist." you lower your voice a bit, drawing him close enough to walk you fingers up his chest.

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Riding a cowboy can't compare to riding a horse, but they sure are similar enough. The wooden headboard cracks under the pressure of your grip as you hold onto dear life, you're lucky Web Slinger took you to a secluded cabin in his universe cause it's imposible to contain the unholy noises coming from you when bouncying on the mighty steed that is Patrick O'Hara's cock.

"Slingeeer...! Fuck..." you lower your hands to his bare chest, your fingertip twitching on the few hairs scattered over his pectorals.

"Patrick, the names Patrick." he tells you with a strangled grunt. Web Slinger's is currently laying on his back as you ride him senseless, even if that spider bite gave you inhuman strength this man still has your legs cramping as you keep up with his own speed, he helps you by firmly holding your hips with his bare hands like the leather straps on Widow's harness but instead it's to keep you steady as the friction between your joined sexes becomes slippery and heated. Normally you'd hold on for longer but there's something about the angle of his raw cock inside you, the smell of sweat and the insinuating creaking of the bed that has you coming close all over this cowboy.

"God, you're so tight-" Web Slinger struggles to regulate his rhythm as he reaches his end as you milk his needy cock. He immediately sits up to wrap his tan arms around you, ramming inside you desperately as he chases his own high.

"...Patrick... PATRICK!" the edge of your climax catches up to you and doesn't let you string out anything that isn't helpless whining.

You didn't think his voice could get any hotter due to that old timey accent but you're proven wrong when he comes inside you with an array of deep growls and breathy sighs, hearing your name in between a few whispers. "That's it, so good for me, fuck, FUCK." even though he stayed still for a while Patrick still held a nice hold on you, bringing you down with him as he collapses back into the worn out mattress and tangled sheets.

"So... what you think sweetheart?" Patrick asks , propping himself on an elbow as he gives you a lazy smile.

"Wow, just wow." you exasperate. "I mean.. It's been a while since I had this much fun during a joyride." you attempt to comb your sweaty hair only to find Patrick's hat on your head, tossing it away with a laugh as you forgot you were wearing that thing.

"Expect nothing less with me sweetheart," he traces his fingertips over the side of your body, enjoying the afterglow.

[s0xmsstuff]

I want you to touch me there, Make me feel like i am breathing.

Couple – Patrick O'Hara x Gn! Reader.

Warning; smut, Petting, fingering, unprotected sex, kisses in sex, prostitute reader, overstimulation, dub-con. English is not my first language! If you see any grammatical errors, you have every right to point them out.

You closed your eyes as Web Slinger's bare, calloused hands slid across the skin of your abdomen. You felt the familiar tingle of chills seep into your back as he kissed the curve of your neck adoringly. You knew the town hero hid secrets, so you weren't too surprised when you found him in the brothel looking for some comfort.

When he had laid his eyes on your figure covered by the fine dark-colored fabrics that prostitutes used regularly so as not to lose the little dignity they had left in the eyes of hungry men, Or at least that was what Kingpin had said a few years ago. Before you would have cared because of how it made you feel when you couldn't turn to any other way to get money, but now it didn't matter.

You already knew what this way of life was about anyway.

When you heard Web Slinger, or Patrick, as he had asked you to call him, moan against the bare skin of his chest, you felt a little intrigued by the way he practically worshiped you. You tilted your head slightly on the pillow at the back of your neck as you slid your finger up your cheek.

"God, you are so beautiful..." He had moaned against the skin of your chest as his mouth trailed down your body. His hands held your waist possessively and he slid his wet, warm tongue across your navel with delight in his sighs.

You squirmed. Never in your experience with men who crossed your path for a fuck before going to work, had you seen a man as submissive as Patrick who was literally moaning at the mere sight of seeing you lying on the bed completely naked.

Patrick smiled as he felt his cock become a prisoner of his pants that felt increasingly tight. The man bit his lower lip, clenching his fists before taking your thighs and moving them up, letting him see your beautiful sex. Patrick practically gasped and lowered his head towards your crotch.

You moaned a little when you felt his tongue on your sex, playing with you and making you shake. You closed your eyes as you tightened your grip on the white sheets with each lick Patrick gave after a hoarse moan. You moaned once more before frowning as Patrick's warm, playful tongue slid across your hole and you began to whimper.

Patrick's tongue slid across your hole, tasting the sweet nectar of your natural juices on his impure tongue. He closed his eyes as his lips stuck to your skin. You clenched your fists above your head and watched as Patrick feasted on your hole, drinking like a thirsty animal.

"Oh, dollie..." Patrick moaned before separating himself from your hole and looking into your eyes, savoring how your figure was covered in a light layer of sweat. "I want to taste you.." You felt Patrick gently take your thighs again and place them on his shoulders. The man smiled and kissed the inner skin of your thigh as a sort of soothing before sliding the head of his cock into your hole.

You stifled a moan as you closed your eyes again and trembled. You groaned as Patrick moaned softly. He could feel your warm, tight walls milking his cock perfectly, as if the two of you had been created to be connected.

Patrick closed his eyes without first hugging your body and pressing it against his while he began his slow and careful movement. You wrapped your arms around the man's back, feeling a tingle in your stomach and a warmth in your body that you thought had disappeared.

You kissed Patrick's cheek, making him shiver as he intensified the intensity of his thrusts into you like a dog in heat. The man grunted as he felt his pelvis collide with your ass. Patrick felt in heaven while he fucked you roughly but at the same time needily.

You moaned weakly as you felt your back arch as you felt extreme pleasure in your pelvis that signaled your orgasm. You closed your eyes, feeling Patrick's swollen balls eager to unload inside you.

"Fuck..." He groaned. His hands were positioned on the cheeks of your ass while he rested his knee on the mattress and his foot on the floor to accelerate his pace and reach orgasm next to you. You moaned loudly as you clawed at Patrick's back and came, feeling your body tense with release.

Patrick roared before giving a few last thrusts and cumming inside you, victorious. The man trembled before falling on his body and feeling the warmth of your embrace. You gasped breathlessly as your eyelids felt heavy.

Patrick's hand took your waist and in one movement he made your body rest on top of his, giving you the opportunity to rest properly. You closed your eyes when he kissed your forehead lovingly.

You opened your eyes slowly, wanting to see the true face of the town's hero for your own delight but the moonlight that came through the window was not enough for you to notice the smile of the man.

– Hello! It is me again! It's been a while since I've written something and the truth is I was listening to the song A Little Death by The Neighborhood and I wanted to write this. I can't find much Patrick O'Hara content, so I thought I'd do some myself. What do you think?

– Sox

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۶ৎ BENEATH THE MASK ── s. jaeyun

IN WHICH: your best friend's brother has a secret identity you didn't mean to find at 3 in the morning.

PAIRING: spider-man!jake x fem reader GENRE/WARNINGS: lowercase intended !!, one shot, fluff, slight angst, best friend's brother, emotional tension, slow burn, mentions of an injury, bleeding/blood WORD COUNT: 2.5k ₊⊹♡ EVIE'S NOTES: firstly i wanna thank claire ( @jaeyunluvbot ). i was torn between writing bsf brother jake or spider-man jake, and claire said to mix both. and that is what i did, so shout to her holy days. really loved writing this tbh. i am a huge lover for anything marvel (scott summers ily) and this was so just so much fun :3

spider-man, a proclaimed menace. at least, that’s what the daily bugle claimed. a web slinging vigilante who causes property damage alongside misdemeanors. speculations of him being a college student, didn’t help the masked hero’s case. to many, spider-man seemed like a immature kid.

but to a small majority spider-man was their savior. you were a part of that latter. your interest was just a minor curiosity. blurry photos mixed with poorly shot videos flooded your feed. or maybe it was the way the masked hero was close in your age. in the end it began to flood your mind, he was on your mind.

it wasn’t until the infamous web slinger saved you. in truth it wasn’t a life or death situation. just a minor theft, stolen back pack was all. yet spider-man was somehow there to save you instantly.

you remember the way he spoke—his tone was strangely familiar, yet out of reach. like a voice you should recognize but couldn’t quite place. that fleeting moment was enough to keep him on your mind. articles you stumbled upon? bookmarked. every post that crossed your timeline? saved without hesitation. what only started as simple curiosity had slowly turned into something more.

now here you were, crashing at yunjin’s place as usual—pajamas on, sprawled across her bed. your phone rested in your hands, screen glowing as you mindlessly scrolled, your feed unsurprisingly filled with spider-man.

“you totally have a type.”

your head turned to your best friend bewildered by her statement. her eyes remained fixed on the post displayed on your phone. sure you found the mysterious hero charming. but you wouldn’t say he’s your type, that was a bit of a stretch. yunjin, however, only giggled at your immediate defensiveness.

“come on. i’ve seen the way you talk about him. not to mention all those articles and posts you have saved. he’s totally your type!”

you rolled your eyes, heat creeping up to your cheeks. “doesn’t mean he’s my type. it’s just simple curiosity nothing more.”

“right.” yunjin hummed as she turned away from your phone. “you know instead of just day dreaming about wanting that web-head, put that focus on jake.”

your face morphed into utter shock. “absolutely not!”

yunjin snorted watching you jump up. “i mean he’s single. you’re single—“

your voice quickly cut in. “huh yunjin. i liked him one time in grade school!” you couldn’t help but stare at her like she had lost her mind. “not to mention this is your older brother we’re talking about!”

“gosh. you make him sound horrible.” yunjin pouted.

“i mean he’s not horrible. he’s a great guy. just, i was so young when i first met him. hell he was the only guy i knew at that age. so of course i had a crush on him.”

yunjin shrugged, unbothered by your words. “i mean even if you still did i wouldn’t care. plus i think it would be enjoyable watching you both bicker in a will they or won’t they kind of way.” she couldn’t help but laugh at the could have been situation.

“still not happening.”

“what’s not happening?”

both of you turned towards the doorway, where jake stood in flannel pajamas and a graphic tee. his iconic black frames perched on his nose. your face turned red, heart racing as you feared he had overheard the entire conversation.

“meh, nothing don’t worry about it. you heading to bed jake?”

“yeah just came to check on you both before i turned in for the night. just don’t forget you’re in charge of getting groceries tomorrow. i’ll send some money—“

“yeah yeah. i hear you jake. i’ll see you in the morning.” yunjin cut him off, breathing out a sigh.

jake softly laughed at his stubborn sister. “good night yunjin. and good night yn.”

your red ears perked at his voice. “yeah.. good night jake.” awkward eyes looking at him, taking note of the smile on his face.

with that jake walked away to his room. the faint sound of his closed door echoing from the hallway.

face planting into the pillows you groaned out. “god kill me now!”

the weight of embarrassment was too much for you. in truth you weren’t being fully honest with yunjin. one thing was true you did like jake once in grade school, but that didn’t mean there were no feelings that lingered.

you denied anything romantic you felt towards jake for years. only recently did you come to terms with these emotions that would never leave. the only conclusion now was to sleep it off—it seemed like the quickest way to forget, at least for the time being. future you would have to deal with waking up and remembering it all again.

later that night you stirred awake, eye lids struggling to open. finally finding your phone after blindly feeling for it. the bright light helping to wake you up. the weight of yunjin curled up next to you as she still slept soundly. you carefully peeled yourself out of the bed. making sure not to make any noise as you made your way to her door.

once out of the door, you began to head toward the kitchen. as you made your way down the hallway passing jake’s room, something made you pause. his door was cracked open, just slightly. just enough for you to see him.

there was jake, his black frames—something he always needed—no longer in sight. jake hunched over his bed, peeling his hoodie off with slow, careful movements. his shirt was stained a dark red at his side. blood swelling from a fresh gash on his ribs.

your eyes widened at the deep wound seeping through his shirt, panic rising as your mind raced with too many questions to count. then you scanned the room further, taking notice of the first-aid kit sprawled out beside him. surgical scissors along with antiseptic wipes littering the floor. evidence of a rushed attempt to tend to his injury. the sight only deepened the confusion settling in your chest.

and there, crumpled at his feet, was a torn mask. one you had seen countless times—so many that you could recognize it just from its color.

that signature red mixed with a web motif.

your breath hitched.

no.

no. no. no.

your best friend’s, nerdy, predictable, know it all, older brother was—

jake was spider-man.

your head began to spin, everything falling into place like a puzzle you stared at for so long. why he felt oddly familiar. why spider-man’s voice sounded like someone you knew. why he was in the right place at the right time.

it was jake.

all along, it was jake.

before you could even think about stepping back, his head snapped toward the door. toward you. jake’s gaze now locked onto yours instantly. panic spreading across his face as the situation settled in.

for a second, nothing moved. then, in one swift motion he shot up. stumbling slightly, knocking over the chair beside him. “shit.”

unfortunately for you, jake moved faster then you could react. one second you were standing outside his door frozen in place. the next, a strong hand was wrapped around your wrist, yanking you forward.

a startled gasp left your lips as you stumbled into his room. his door shortly closing behind you. before you could begin to register what had just happened, your back was pressed against the wood. jake’s arm braced by your head, caging you in. his uneven breathing being the only sound in the shared silence.

you couldn’t move, neither did he. all you could do was watch as his eyes scanned your face. seeking for your reactions, wondering if you felt lied to, betrayed, hurt.

you could see it in his dark eyes, worry cascading his body at his secret being out. indeed spider-man was someone you began to admire. but that didn’t mean jake purposely lied to you or even yunjin, there was a reason for it. so how could you hate him for something he felt hiding was right?

jake noticed the reflection of your eyes change. his tense body now softening. he could withstand everyone else hating him, maybe even his sister. but you? the thought of you hating him for this secret, crushed him every time he put the suit on. especially when he realized his feelings for you shifted all those years ago.

finally his voice broke through the silence, low and measured. “you can’t tell anyone.”

you nodded along, your brain still processing the last ten minutes. you felt dizzy, as if the world around you was spinning out of control. this was jake. your best friend’s older brother. the same guy you used to have a ridiculous grade school crush on—to your surprise, you still did. the same guy who now stood in front of you bleeding, battered, and very much not a nerdy know it all you thought you knew.

then he winced.

the sharp inhale made you snap out of it. your eyes flickered down to his ribs. remembering the fresh blood seeping through the fabric. your stomach churned at the thought.

“jake. you’re—“

“i know.” his voice was strained, body tensing up again. “can you help me?”

your eyes widened at his question. “me?”

“yeah.” jake couldn’t help let out a pained laugh at your expression. “i mean unless you want me to bleed out in my room. that’s fine.”

“no. no! i’ll help.”

jake stepped back, the absence of his warmth making you exhale. jake made his way to the bed, dropping himself onto the edge with a slow and careful motion. once settling down did he strip away his blood stained shirt, revealing his wounded body.

you had seen jake shirtless countless times before. he had the build of your usual nerd—slim, somewhat lanky, with a lean frame. but now, with the suit gone, he looked different. stronger. more defined than you had ever realized. the muscles that lined his torso was a stark contrast to the image of him you always carried in your mind. that alone made it hard to look away.

swallowing all your nerves you forced yourself to move. picking up the fallen chair, you pulled it up the bed side. gathering up the items from the first-aid kit, you settled it down next to jake.

your fingers trembled slightly as you grabbed the antiseptic wipes. jake took immediate note of this causing him to smirk at your movements.

“you’re nervous.”

you shot him a glare. “no, i’m not.”

“mhm.” jake let out a low chuckle. knowing you weren’t being honest.

you felt your cheeks burn at his laugh. yet wanting to prove a point, you pressed the antiseptic to his wound a little harder than necessary.

jake hissed. “okay, easy.”

“you know you deserved that.”

jake laughed lowly once more sending a shiver up your spine. you turned your focus back to his wound, ignoring the way his laugh made you feel. you took the moment to examine his side. a deep gash that would definitely need stitching, jake didn’t expect you to do it did he?

“don’t worry. i’m gonna stitch myself up.”

your head shot up to look at him. did he just read your mind? you saw the way jake let a lopsided smile tug at his lips. “it was written all over your face yn.”

you turned your face away feeling too shy to continue staring at him. carefully you went back to the task. your eyes couldn’t help but wander over to his bare chest. noting the way jake breathed deeply whenever you applied pressure, or when you brought a new wipe to the wound.

then gently you raised your fingers to graze against his stomach. mesmerized by how muscular his torso had become. before you could make contact, his hand shot out, grabbing yours. his grip was tight, trembling slightly, as if he was afraid of something.

“don’t.” jake breathed out, his dark eyes fixed on you, partially hidden by his messy brown hair. his voice came off low, strained, almost as if the simple request was harder than it seemed.

“sorry. i. i wasn’t thinking.” you whispered as you readjusted your focus.

jake’s breathing deepened as he studied your nervous body beneath him, his gaze faltered between your hands and your face. jake could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on him—knowing that if he didn’t stop you, everything they had would be ruined. the seemingly normal relationship you both had would slip through his fingers. it was bad enough you had found out about his secret identity this way. he couldn’t bear to make it worse by letting his feelings get in the way.

soon you finished, scooting away as jake took over, carefully stitching the wound. an occasional click of his tongue filled the room whenever he poked too deep.

the air was thick, charged with something unspoken. you didn’t know what it was. but there was a tense emotion that hung between you both.

you let out a deep exhale, your gaze lowering down to the floor, now eyeing the torn mask. with hesitant fingers, you reached down for it, gently picking it up. turning it over you stared at the face you’d seen countless of times on your screen. fingers grazing over the eye lenses, taking in the moment of jake being spider-man.

jake’s hand stilled. his gaze flickered to you, watching as you studied the mask.

then, he spoke up. his voice low yet quiet, breaking the silence.

“are you scared of me now?”

his words were barely above a whisper, worry laced between it.

your body jumped, caught off guard by his question. slowly, your gaze lifted to meet with his eyes. then you saw it, the jake you always knew. yet. he looked tired. worn out from all the responsibilities he had to bear alone. your fingers curled around the mask gripping it tightly.

“no.”

you swallowed hard, heart hammering in your chest. realization dawned on you at how much jake truly suffered alone. suffering so much he couldn’t even tell his sister. “i’m not scared of you jake.”

“thank you…” his head hung low as he focused on stitching himself up.

you continued to sit there, feeling as if jake needed the company—someone to distract him from the weight of his solitude. after a long moment jake finished up, carefully putting everything back into the kit before shoving it underneath his bed.

standing up from the chair, you knew this was your queue to leave. mask still held tightly in your hand you placed it down next to jake. before you could turn toward his door, jake’s fingers brushed against yours. barely, lightly, as if he was unsure he could touch you.

“yn. thank you again. just. please don’t tell yunjin..”

“didn’t plan on it.” you laughed softly, slowly pulling your hand from his touch. the feeling still lingering on your fingertips.

making your way to the door you slowly turned around, gaze locked back onto jake. “good night spider-man.”

jake chuckled at his hero alias the corners of his mouth curling into a faint smile. “good night yn.”

as you left his room the weight of it all still loomed on you. you knew for certain nothing between you and jake would ever be the same again.

yet somehow you found yourself happy with that new found outcome.

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[drc00l4tt4]

Small Web-Slinger x Reader prompt or drabble I guess? Not proof read or anything, just kinda babbling ig

He probably has nightmares about losing you. He's made enemies, and what if said enemies find you? What if they take you away from him? He hates waking up from those nightmares when you wake up before him and aren't in bed because it makes him panic. You've had to calm him down from panic attacks over this.

When he wakes up from the nightmares and you're still asleep, he pulls you close and buries his face in your hair. He needs to feel you, he needs you know you're really still here. You've woken up to this before and that ended in you and him staying in bed for a few extra hours.

Every time the nightmares cut him deep, he follows you like a lost puppy and never takes his eyes off you. He needs to make sure you stay safe, he needs to protect you. He's much more touchy in these moments, as sometimes he starts to wonder if you are gone and he's just dreaming you're still here.

Fortunately this isn't a daily or even weekly occurrence, but when it does happen, it shakes him to his core. He'd never forgive himself if something bad happened to you.

Luckily, he gets to wake up to you in his arms most mornings; and other mornings he wakes up and finds you somewhere in the house or with Widow.

[darkwicks]

Homecoming

You’re a casual fan, you think. Spider-Man is cool, and you just really like him. That’s all... until you learn that the friendly neighbourhood web-slinger is so much closer than you think.

PAIRING.⠀Xia Yizhou | Caleb x Reader

CONTENT.⠀female reader | superhero AU & Spider-Man Caleb | descriptions of anxiety, fluff, happy ending, mentions of blood and bruises, secrets, slice-of-life (as much as it can possibly be), some angst and hurt/comfort | ~7,6k words

A/N.⠀I really said "I'm going on a writing hiatus" and "I'm gonna lock in" with my whole chest knowing damn well I'm a liar ... anyway yeah this fic was inspired by this Spider-Man Caleb fanart... it made me go crazy.... I hope you enjoy!

available on AO3 | reblogs and comments are always appreciated!

@hunters-association @theseabreezestreet

You were on the verge of a breakthrough. You just knew it.

You were absentmindedly swinging your legs back and forth as you sat at the table. Your laptop was open and displaying several windows—some were images of Spider-Man, some were news articles. Your tablet, and in turn, your notes, had gone completely forgotten. Spending time passively scrolling social media was far from productive, but compared to what you were reading, exam revision was totally dull.

Developing an interest in Spider-Man had been unintentional. You saw him mentioned in the news. Out of curiosity, you looked him up, and all of a sudden, you found yourself deep in the rabbit hole. Before long, you were up-to-date with daily news, keeping up with his movements and making friends with fellow Spider-Man fans. It was swift and unexpected, but you found it more fun than whatever you were previously doing.

He was far from the first superhero Linkon City had seen. There used to be rumours about the God of the Tides and how he ruled the seas for centuries before he found the love of his life. There was also Lumière of the N109 zone, a vigilante who suddenly stopped being active about fourteen years ago. Legends of the Abysm Sovereign and the Foreseer were passed down through generations. No one had proof they existed, only the product of their labour. It was as if they didn’t want to be seen. Still, that didn’t stop your interest from getting piqued.

The difference between Spider-Man and the past legends of Linkon City was that Spider-Man was still active. A web-slinging genius with a no-kill rule, he made the streets significantly safer. Photos and surveillance footage of him were constantly shared, but no one had any luck finding his identity yet. You weren’t investigating him for malicious reasons. You were just, for the lack of a better word, nosy. You wanted to know the man behind the mask instead of the neighbourhood guardian the news always talks about.

You looked at your screen. There was a rough timeline of his appearances the past week. He was in different parts of the city, catching robbers and other criminals with his presumably handmade technology. There wasn’t a strict pattern to how he operated. It seemed that he liked to lurk before making a move. It was how he brought down the corrupted colonels of the Farspace Fleet. Fighting crime appeared to be easy for him, and he wasn’t as destructive as some were. It was impressive. Everything he did had you in awe. His dexterity and swiftness, his strength and courage—he was just what Linkon City needed, you thought.

Just as you were about to go into another deep dive, a hand pushed your laptop shut. Caleb was towering over you when you snapped your gaze to him, brows furrowed as you gave him an offended look. He lightly jabbed your forehead and only smiled in response, seemingly pleased with your reaction.

“You’re supposed to be studying.”

You sputtered. “I was studying!”

“No, you weren’t. You were looking at Spider-Man again.” He tapped his fingers on your tablet, reilluminating the screen once more. “Your exams are next week. You need to focus.”

“I can multitask,” you argued half-heartedly. “And, I’ve never let you down, have I?”

Caleb took the seat across from you with an exaggerated sigh. “I guess not.”

“Why do you hate Spider-Man so bad anyway?” You frowned, trying to move his hand away. He didn’t budge. “He’s keeping the city safe. That’s a good thing!”

“I don’t hate him, but you’ve been distracted. I’m trying to help you.”

“You sound jealous,” you joked. Resting your cheek in the palm of your hand, you looked up at him with a mischievous glint in your eyes. “Are you sad I’m not giving you enough attention?”

He pursed his lips, visibly unimpressed. “Set the table. Dinner’s ready.”

“You’re no fun!” you whined. “It’s not my fault there’s finally something interesting!”

You begrudgingly moved your items to the side and got up to make your way to the kitchen, slippers sliding against the floor. The savoury aroma swirled into the air, making your stomach growl involuntarily. Your irritation now forgotten, you made quick work of setting the table and pouring two glasses of water. With your job finished, you waited at the table, eyes drifting over to the TV on the wall. The screen displayed two reporters behind a desk beginning the evening segment. It faded into a clip of men webbed stuck to a lamppost, undoubtedly the work of Spider-Man himself. They were looking to rob an innocent passerby before the webslinger caught them red-handed.

“Huh. That’s where we live,” you spoke up after rereading the headline.

Caleb placed the plates on the table. “That’s why I always tell you to be home before curfew.”

“It’s not like I break curfew anyway,” you grumbled. “You know I hate being out when it’s dark.”

Distracted, you kept your eyes on the screen. The public had mixed opinions about Spider-Man himself. You, along with your circle of friends, thought of him as a hero, feeling safer knowing that he was out there protecting innocent people. From helping an old woman cross the street to busting evil plans, he was using his talents and intelligence for good. He worked tirelessly every day to keep the streets pristine and harmless. The police, on the other hand, weren’t as fond of him. The LCPD openly expressed their distaste for Spider-Man, citing that he was an obstacle in their investigations. Some people thought he was just another guy with a gimmick. These criticisms didn’t seem to bother him at all. If anything, every time someone said anything negative about him, he’d work even harder just to prove them wrong.

You knew it was far from wise to idolise a public figure, but with Spider-Man, he inspired you to do your best every day. You liked to imagine he’d be proud of you if he knew you. You worked hard and powered through no matter how many setbacks you had. As silly and childish as it sounded, he made for great motivation. He was a good guy, he was cool, and—

Caleb waved his hand in front of your face, a warning tone in his voice. “Pipsqueak.”

You jolted, snapping back to the present. “Sorry!”

“Why do you like Spider-Man so much?” he asked, poking at his food. “You got a crush on him?”

You sputtered. “What? No!”

He gave you a look that urged you to continue. Heat rose to your face as you felt a spotlight shining down upon you, giving you the floor. It was hard not to feel embarrassed about something that felt so childish. You hummed thoughtfully, trying to think of words to say. Knowing you were going to sound like a child regardless, you sulked, defeated, and finally gave him a response.

“It’s just… I really like superheroes,” you mumbled timidly, fiddling with your fingers. “I admire people who use their strength for good. Like you!”

The corners of his lips twitched. He seemed pleased. “So do you like me or Spider-Man more?”

“You are jealous!” you said with an accusatory tone. “Caleb, it’s not like that! It’s like… You know when you have a favourite celebrity? That’s what Spider-Man is to me.”

He made a face, though he ended up relenting. “Okay. I get it.”

“Yeah! It’s kinda like how you used to like—”

“Your food’s gonna get cold,” he interrupted, flustered. “I put all my effort into making your favourite. Don’t let it go to waste.”

“Fine,” you drawled out, unable to hold back the smile from stretching across your lips.

Spider-Man eventually faded to the back of your mind throughout dinnertime. You found yourself engrossed in conversation with Caleb, slipping into the normal banter and routine with ease. Somewhere in between, he changed the channel to natural documentaries instead. When you gave him a questioning look, he just shrugged and said that you should take a break with him. Not one to deny his requests, your laptop went forgotten as you spent the remainder of the night on the couch with him.

It was nearing midnight, and from the way that you yawned, you were nearing your limit as well. The documentary was long finished; the past few minutes were just advertisement after advertisement, regular products with unnecessarily catchy jingles. You glanced over at him, suddenly curious. Unlike you, he didn’t seem to be tired at all. If you were more awake, you’d notice the anxious bouncing of his leg or the worried furrow in his brow, but fatigue was catching up to you fast. With another yawn, you pushed yourself to your feet, taking the throw blanket with you.

“Goodnight, Caleb.”

He smiled at you. “Goodnight. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Fully sated and worn out, sleep came as easily as breathing. Images flickered behind your eyes, displaying dreams and vignettes in film reels. You dreamt of endless summers and sweetness, of growing up and exploring the world. When you woke up the next day, only a fragment of those memories remained. Caleb was already gone when you left your room. He left a note saying he’d left early and that breakfast was in the fridge. After treating yourself to his homemade cooking, you set off for classes and got the day started. It wasn’t very eventful. Classes weren’t particularly interesting. Lectures were about things you already knew, and a majority of your classmates were absent, leading to little to no conversation. Before long, the academic day was over, and it was time to return home.

The streets were bustling with activity as you waded through the crowd. Clamour and chatter were more than loud, people surrounded you, and the scent of car fumes mixed with savoury food bombarded all of your senses. You were starting to see now why people liked to say that Linkon City never sleeps. With everyone getting off work, the city was beyond crowded. Restaurants were fully seated, as were the cafés. Traffic went by incredibly slowly. Dogs barked to the sound of car horns and people were emerging from the train station in groups. You gripped your bag tightly, anxiety clawing at the back of your mind. News and posters about pickpockets were nearly a regular occurrence; it was better to be safe than sorry.

You managed to make it to a street where there were less people. You recognised some of the vendors out and about, offering them warm smiles as you walked past. Occasionally, you stopped by and bought a few snacks to take home. Now having your hands full, you were more than ready to go home and unwind. You hummed a catchy pop tune under your breath, leisurely walking down the path when the TV screens in the electronic stores came alive. You came to a stop, standing in front of the clear glass. It was a news segment. You couldn’t hear what they were saying, but the screen displaying surveillance of Spider-Man was context enough.

He single-handedly stopped a burglary, moving with inhuman agility and fighting with incredible strength. It showed a group of men bound together by his webs, cursing and fruitlessly struggling to break free. It took a few seconds before the familiarity of the background sank in. The convenience store, the townhouses and the DVD store… The incident happened not too far from home. A frown overtook your features. Despite the crime rate being significantly lower thanks to Spider-Man’s efforts, the curfew was still in place, and the unrest remained. It was not any different for you.

As you made a move to continue your walk, you felt something being snatched from your grasp—your bag. The thief ran at full speed, deftly navigating through the crowd as you yelled for help and followed him, aggressive footfalls slapping against the concrete. Absentminded apologies left your lips whenever a complaint was heard from a passerby. Your chest was beginning to ache, but you needed it back. It had everything. Your phone, your wallet, your house keys with the chain Caleb bought for you. You couldn’t afford to lose it.

The traffic light turned red just as the thief crossed to the other side. You contemplated just dashing through, but anxiety kept you rooted to your spot. They were going further into the distance. You bounced on your heels nervously, eyes glaring at the timer. 40, 39, 38…

It was now or never.

Cars honked at you as you ran to the other side, the combination of noise nearly sending you jumping out of your skin. You pushed through your fatigue and kept running until you tripped over your shoelaces, collapsing to the ground with a loud thud. You hopelessly reached out, watching the thief’s silhouette disappear into the distance. Tears of frustration sprang up to your eyes and you buried your face in your hands, uncaring of how you looked to other people. You weren’t fast enough. All your important things were gone, about to be left somewhere you could never find, and your information would be stolen—

“This yours?”

Your bag was dangling in front of you. Were you so distraught that you were hallucinating having someone come to your aid? You blinked and stared at it dumbly, your mind trying to grapple with the situation. The person crouched down to your level, and Spider-Man’s face came into view.

Wait…

You screamed in surprise, frantically pushing yourself away from him. “What—”

“Hey, hey, It’s okay. It’s just me. I webbed him. He’ll be stuck there for another three hours,” he said casually, speaking as though he was just another regular pedestrian and not the famed vigilante of Linkon City. “I had to look at your ID card to make sure it was you, but I’m glad I got to you in time. Here, take it.”

You barely managed to catch the bag as you were still gawking at him. What felt like a thousand questions were popping up rapidly in your head. How did he know? When did he get here? What was going on? How was he so fast? Caught off guard by your stunned silence, he brought a hand up to scratch the back of his head sheepishly, feeling awkward under your stare.

“Everything okay?” Spider-Man asked tentatively, waving a hand in front of your face. “Are you hurt?”

You shook your head, your reaction slightly delayed. “N-No.”

“Listen, I have to go. There’s gonna be a robbery on Ninth Street.” He helped you get on your feet, carefully making sure you had your balance. “Get home safe, okay? And don’t leave past curfew.”

“Okay,” you said, dumbfounded. It didn’t take long before you managed to snap yourself back to awareness. “Yeah, okay. Thank you for getting this back to me.”

He did a casual salute before aiming his web shooter at a building, swinging away with ease. Digging through your bag, you were relieved to find that everything was intact. Once the confusion went away, excitement came rushing in. You hastily grabbed your phone and dialled Caleb’s number, lips curling into a grin. He picked up after the first ring.

“What’s up?”

“You will not believe what just happened to me,” you said in one breath. “I just met Spider-Man.”

A loud crash was heard in the background.

You hesitated. “Are you busy? It sounds like you’re in the middle of something…”

“Everything’s fine, don’t worry about it. So, you met Spider-Man?”

You nodded, forgetting that he couldn’t see you.

“Uh, pipsqueak?”

“What? Oh, yeah. I did! I’m walking home right now. Someone tried to steal my wallet and I couldn’t catch them, but Spider-Man did and he got it back for me. Isn’t that crazy?”

“Someone tried to rob you?” You could practically hear the frown in his voice. “Why didn’t you call me?”

You blinked. “You’re at work. What were you gonna do?”

He fell silent. It took a couple of beats before he spoke up again.

“Well, I’m glad you got your stuff back. Just make sure to be home before sundown. Tell me when you’re back, okay?”

“Okay.”

“I’ll be back in time for dinner, I promise.”

“It’s okay! Take your time,” you reassured him. “I’m heading home now. See you.”

You had a pep in your step for the rest of the way, feeling in high spirits after the encounter. The weight on your shoulders was lifted, leaving you feeling lighter. You didn’t realise how much you needed to breathe. Relieved would be an understatement—it was as if everything fixed itself in front of you. You didn’t generally consider yourself a lucky person, but today, you had won. The encounter with Spider-Man replayed itself in your mind, echoing his voice, reminding you of the proximity you shared.

After sending Caleb a quick text to let him know you got back safely, you began to cool down from the day. You tossed your keys on the counter and went straight for your room, determined to change out of your sweaty clothes. Since he was normally the one to cook dinner, you didn’t have to do much preparation in the kitchen. You put away the clean dishes, washed the leftover ones in the sink, and decided to tidy up a little. With your tasks done, you returned to the living room and flopped down onto the couch with a groan. Though you didn’t hold high expectations for what was on TV, you turned it on for background noise anyway, half-listening to the dialogue in the show that was playing.

The clock on the wall continued to tick. Caleb would get off work soon. You ended up smiling to yourself, excited to tell him about your day. Lying comfortably on the couch, you continued to passively scroll through social media to kill time. You were beginning to hear the telltale sounds of people returning home. The sound of a car door closing, your neighbour’s doorbell ringing, eager dogs overjoyed to see their owner home. Considering the traffic you’d seen earlier, Caleb returning a little later than usual wouldn’t be that irregular.

With that in mind, your worries were eased a little. But as minutes faded into hours, nighttime came, and not a single call or message from Caleb was seen. Worried, you sent him a text, only for them to be left on delivered. Calling him led straight to voicemail. Growing increasingly agitated, you called him again and again, only to achieve the same result. He always told you if he was going to be late. He always picked up after the first ring. But your attempts to get through to him went unseen, and it was getting harder trying not to sink into your anxiety the longer his silence went.

You paced around the room, fingers clutching your phone as the call went to voicemail again. Your eagerness for dinner had long dissipated and was replaced by immense dread. Worst-case scenarios were starting to appear in your mind, fuelling your panic with its increasingly violent visions. You chewed on your nail as you paced back and forth, trying to reach Caleb to no avail. The situation was growing more dire with each passing second.

You glanced at the time. It was three in the morning. You were wide awake on pure adrenaline and distress. You couldn’t bring yourself to feel tired. It was as though all of your senses were on high alert. Everything was too loud, too much, and your clothes felt rough against your skin. Instinctively, you made your way into his room and crawled into his bed, hugging his pillow and rocking back and forth. The smell of his detergent and perfume soothed you enough to have you breathing normally again. Your fingertips dug into the material, knuckles going white and shaking from how rigid your grip was.

The world started to feel less daunting when you finally calmed down. You felt exhausted, completely boneless. Your eyelids were getting heavier, and as you lay there surrounded by everything he owned, you found yourself falling slowly. The room is dim with only the city lights outside peeking in through the curtains. You felt a cold draft coming through the window, sending shivers running down your spine. Fabric rustled and you felt the mattress dip, immediately jolting you awake. A mixture of relief and fury washed over you.

“Caleb?”

His breath hitched.

You blindly patted the nightstand in search of the lamp switch. Once the room was illuminated, you squinted at him through half-lidded eyes. “Where the hell have you been?” you asked groggily. “I’ve been—”

Your eyes dropped to his outfit. It was the same suit that Spider-Man wore, although more torn and worn down. Whatever tiredness was left in your system dissipated when you saw him. You sat still for a few moments, trying to contemplate whether you were imagining things or if this was real. You didn’t know where to begin. It was as if time stopped. There he was, the person you had been waiting for, standing at the foot of the bed like a deer caught in the headlights. You stared at him with your mouth agape, your mind struggling to put the pieces together despite the obviousness in front of you.

You didn’t know where to begin. Did he always sneak back home like this? What happened to him? In the end, you settled for the most urgent one in your mind—

“How long have you been hiding this from me?”

He forced a smile, the gesture awkward and tense. “A couple of months.”

“Months?” you asked, voice rising in volume. “You’ve been—you—god, I don’t even know what to say.”

“I’m sorry.”

You pursed your lips. “Come here.”

He tentatively complied, sitting down in the spot next to you. Your hands cradled his face, thumbs brushing over the bruises and making him grimace slightly. He didn’t say a single word. It was as if he was also dumbfounded himself. You were still upset, but the longer you looked at him, the more the anger faded. At least he was home. Injured, but still home in one piece. It was leagues better than the thousands of scenarios your mind was conjuring up earlier.

“You have a lot of explaining to do.”

“I know,” he murmured, voice uncharacteristically meek. It was unlike the Caleb you grew up with.

“But it can wait,” you said, pulling him into a hug. “I’m just glad you’re okay. I was worried about you.”

His arms wrapped themselves around your waist and he held you close to him, a shaky breath escaping his lips. He held onto you with a desperation you’d never seen before. He relaxed into your touch just the slightest, reassured by feeling your warm body against his. You pressed your cheek to where his heart would be, feeling its steady rhythm remind you that he was here—that he was home.

Your voice was meek when you spoke. “I thought you left me.”

“I didn’t want to worry you.”

“So you decided with radio silence?” you snarked back. Something in his expression flickered, making you calm down once again. You frowned at the amount of bruises visible on his face and the dried blood on his split lip. Softening, you told him, “Go take a shower and get changed. I’ll patch you up.”

He didn’t argue. He only nodded and disappeared into the bathroom, walking sluggishly. The sound of running water filled the stifling stillness as you took a proper glance around the room. There was an evidence board, several open books, and a well-used first aid kit on the desk. Your heart sank. Just how long had he been doing this, getting himself hurt and having to mend himself? Didn’t he trust you? Why did he keep this a secret from you? You heaved out a sigh and hid your face in your hands, frustration and sadness simmering beneath the surface.

There were a lot of questions you wanted to ask, but this wasn’t the right time. Right now, all you could do was be there for him.

He emerged a handful of minutes later, dressed in comfortable clothes. You scooted over and patted the space next to you, lips pressed in a taut frown. Now that the suit was off, you could see the hits he’d taken more clearly. Splashes of blue and purple were scattered across his skin, some big and some small. There were a couple of cuts and scrapes close by, both old and new. It was the worst you’d ever seen him.

“Sit,” you urged timidly. You gingerly applied the ointment on his bruises, careful not to hurt him as he stared up at you. He looked so vulnerable and so fragile that it made you feel like your heart was going to burst out of its confines. “Talk to me. Please.”

“It was Gran,” he said. “She made a serum. I didn’t know it until a few days later. I was stronger, faster… I could hear everything. I could feel everything.”

“How come I never knew this?”

“I didn’t want to worry you. I’m supposed to be your hero, remember?” He laughed in a self-deprecating way, avoiding your gaze. “I had to stay strong. Figure things out, get stronger… Make sure you’d always be safe.”

Setting the first aid kit aside, you pulled him into your arms once again. He held onto you tightly, fingers grabbing the fabric of your shirt so tightly that his hands were trembling. You raked your fingers through his hair and brushed them back, keeping them away from the wounds on his face. For a moment, it felt like there were only the two of you in the world. All you could hear was his quiet breathing as he latched onto you, unwilling to let go.

It broke your heart to see him this way.

“I’m sorry I made you feel like you couldn’t rely on me.”

“No, that’s not it,” he sighed. “I’d go through anything for you. I just… I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“Then don’t keep any secrets from me anymore.” You pulled away. He looked up at you with a pained expression, years of secrecy and isolation making themselves known in his glossy eyes, the quiver of his bottom lip. “Can you do that for me?”

He nodded weakly.

“I need words, Caleb,” you said, your voice firmer than intended. You cupped the side of his face, feeling him clasp your hand with his own, warm and calloused. “Can you promise me that?”

“I can,” he exhaled shakily. “I promise.”

The tears you were holding back brimmed at the corners of your eyes, small droplets sliding down the sides of your face. A hushed whimper broke out of you. Caleb held on to you like you were his lifeline, refusing to let go for even a split second. The gravity of his words weighed heavy, as did him baring his heart. He melted in your embrace, sinking deep into your comfort as you gently scratched his scalp, easing every worry he was holding.

“Don’t lie to me again, okay?” you murmured into his ear.

“I won’t anymore. I swear.”

—

Though months seemed to have passed in the blink of an eye, the emotional turmoil stayed deep in your heart the entire time.

Life had turned completely upside down. With the new knowledge of him being Spider-Man looming over you, you were having trouble placing yourself. Some days, you felt excited and happy for him. He was more open with you when it came to his successes. He’d tell you about the petty criminals he caught or the passersby he helped while swinging through the city. He was passionate about his identity as Spider-Man, and he was committed. You wanted to support him in every step of the way. Some days, you’d feel like you were sinking. You previously didn’t worry all too much when Caleb returned home late, but since that day, fear and anxiety kept you company on lonely nights.

He didn’t always return looking completely beat up. Sometimes he was unscathed. Sometimes it was just a couple of bruises. But you hated being home alone, especially in the dark where everything seemed to get much worse. You were losing sleep because you’d stay up to wait for him to come home. You needed to see him with your own eyes, otherwise you wouldn’t be able to go to sleep in peace. He tried to give you estimated times to soothe you, but it didn’t always work. You’d wait in the living room, rock yourself back and forth as you wondered if he was coming home.

Your mind wouldn’t let you forget that he lied, either. You already forgave him a long time ago, but you remembered. You’d question yourself, question him, and what would come after was an overwhelming sense of guilt. He was trying. He was more open. He was showing you an important part of himself, bringing you along with him on his journey, yet doubts still lingered in your mind. He kept his cheerful disposition, constantly reassuring you that everything was going to be fine, but your mind was filled with what-ifs. What if he was hiding more from you? What if he was lying? What if he thought of you as a burden?

It was irrational to feel this way. You knew that very well, and yet, you still felt like you were fading out of his life. You talked to Caleb normally, interacted with him like you always did, but something felt different. It was as if he was drifting further and further away from you. Your outstretched hand, desperately trying to reach him, and his fading silhouette. Everything had changed. You felt like you were losing him in real time and there was nothing you could do about it. Everything had changed, yet it was all the same. You still had breakfast together. He still picked up the phone after the first ring. He still smiled at you, looked at you like you were his whole world. You were teetering between security and uncertainty. You didn’t want to feel this way, but you were helpless. These feelings came by themselves, and the more time you spent alone, the more difficult it became to ignore them.

Your sentiments towards Spider-Man had only grown stronger with the knowledge that Caleb was him. His name was more well-known in the city, growing popular among kids and women, and he was constantly being praised by the press. You supported him. You had total faith in him, trusted in him and his strength. But sometimes you’d stay awake stressing about how safe things truly were. More fame meant more notoriety among criminals, and you’d often wonder how long it would be before something drastic happened. You wanted the best for him, you really did, but something guttural gnawed at you. The desire to keep him to yourself, the need to protect him. You wanted to sink your teeth into his flesh, to keep him in your maw. You wanted to hide him away somewhere only you knew.

You dreamt of it sometimes—of risking your life for him just to keep him safe. You constantly wondered if things would be easier for him if you left. You knew there was much that he wasn’t sharing with you yet. You knew it would take time regardless of how much he trusted you, Still, you felt as though you were being kept in the dark. Being Spider-Man seemed to be so easy for him. It suited him, even. You couldn’t see anyone else doing the same thing that he did. But you didn’t know what you were meant to be. You felt for him very deeply, as did he, but the vagueness in the air bothered you more and more every day.

Were you only being selfish?

You thought back on one of the mornings you spent with him. A full spread of breakfast lay across the table and the news played in the background. The sun was shining bright, peeking through the gap between the curtains, and the weather was good. But there was a sense of foreboding that loomed over you, one that you couldn’t keep to yourself. You called his name softly, leading him to look away from the screen.

“Are you okay?” you asked. He blinked at you, confused by the question.

“Yeah. Everything’s fine.”

Somehow, it wasn’t enough.

“Are you okay?”

You didn’t know.

“I’m good. Sorry, I just thought you looked a little distracted.”

The lie slipped out of you with ease. You felt childish. You felt burdensome for needing reassurance from him that he wasn’t going to leave you behind, but you could never bring yourself to say it. Between your pride and the overwhelming fear of rejection, the words you desperately wanted to stay would remain within the confines of your mind. He didn’t seem to be convinced by any means, but he didn’t push the matter. A part of you wished he did.

It wasn’t a fight. There was nothing wrong. Even when he returned home blood and bruised, exhausted out of his mind, you took care of him with love and care. It didn’t matter that you didn’t understand why he was risking his life. Caleb never broke his promises or broke away from the path to his goals. He wasn’t about to let you stop him. With great power comes great responsibility, he said. But was this responsibility thrust upon him, or was he doing it out of his volition?

You hated feeling helpless. You knew he didn’t need you to do anything, but you felt like you weren’t an integral part of his life anymore. You felt like a bystander, like someone he was slowly forgetting. You shouldn’t feel this way. You should feel happy that he still cared about you, that he cared about the city to give his all into protecting it, yet your mind just wouldn’t let you. Your thoughts on Caleb hadn’t changed. You still thought he was the most important person to you, but what used to be admiration and even love for Spider-Man was turning into resentment little by little.

Some days, you hated him. You felt like a little kid without her favourite toy. You felt like a lonely child in a class full of people. You knew it was useless to dwell on these things, so you tried to occupy yourself. You put all your effort into your studies. You kept yourself busy doing chores even on the days when it was his turn. You didn’t wait to eat dinner with him; you went out for food and drinks with your friends, came back a bit later than the sunset. It wasn’t as if he’d notice. He wasn’t home when you needed him to be.

His name was constantly trending on social media. Spider-Man rescues bus from hijackers. Spider-Man stops bank robbery. Spider-Man comics and merchandise releasing. His name became the talk of the town, earning the attention of the rest of the country. The newfound fame kept him even busier to the point where people were starting to dig deeper into his true identity, leading fans and investigators to wait outside your home. You kept ignoring them, but they were persistent. Your declining of their questions only made them more curious. Not only did you feel like he was slipping out of your grasp, but also like the safety of home was in jeopardy.

It wasn’t his fault. You couldn’t blame him for it. But sometimes you wondered if he knew just how much this was affecting you, as self-centred as it seemed. The satisfaction you expected from uncovering the truth about Spider-Man never came. The final piece of the puzzle was right in front of you, living and breathing under the same roof as you were, and all you could harbour was disappointment.

What Caleb was doing was major. He was keeping the city safe—keeping his home safe, for you and everyone. You found yourself sinking further into guilt and bitterness, the light at the surface growing smaller as you fell deeper and deeper. It was childish of you to be throwing a tantrum over something like this. So, you decided to grin and bear it. He understood you like the back of his hand; doing the same to him was the very least you could do. You pestered him less about his missions, stopped trying to call again and again when he didn’t respond. He’d always come home, even if it took days. He never broke promises. He promised he wouldn’t.

If he noticed the change in you, he didn’t mention it. His actions, however, said otherwise. He did his best to pay more attention to you. He tried to spend as much time with you as he could despite your conflicting schedules. He listened to everything you spoke about, promised you to be careful when you asked, and continued to protect you in his own way. You didn’t know exactly what it was that seemed to switch the dynamic completely, but at a certain point, you were no longer drowning in the pool of negativity. The sun seemed to shine brighter, the flowers in full bloom, and your cheeks ached from how much you’d been smiling. The lingering sense of foreboding faded into nothingness, replaced by pure optimism and trust. The future didn’t feel so glum anymore.

You supposed all you needed was time.

Time to heal, time to process everything. Time had a way of turning wounds into scars, healing phantom pains into a comfortable stillness. The claws that had your heart in a death grip had loosened, letting go of the chains they wrapped around it. You felt lighter, happier. Some semblance of normalcy had returned—as normal as it could be considering his dual life, but you weren’t going to take it for granted. You felt like you could finally breathe after being underwater for so long. Even here, where you were alone in the apartment, you didn’t feel lonely. It was… normal. A relief. It didn’t feel so suffocating anymore.

It was quiet save for the sound of your nails tapping against the keyboard. It was a sunny afternoon. Having had a productive morning, you aimed to finish the rest of the day in the same way. You were focused and determined to finish the essay quickly so you had more free time. But as the hours went by, that determination waned, and you found yourself at a dead end. You blankly stared at the blinking cursor on the word document. It almost felt like the thing was mocking you. Fatigue and boredom were catching up to you increasingly quickly. You knew the material by heart. You knew what you wanted to talk about. Yet no words came to mind—you were drawing a blank, and the thoughts in your mind were already drifting off elsewhere.

The counter was littered with snacks, surely something Caleb would chide you for. Your tumbler was long empty, left with nothing but melted ice cubes at the bottom. The dishes awaited cleaning in the sink and the TV remained turned on, playing a rerun of some generic soap opera. Defeated, you closed the word document, eyes drifting to the window beside you.

Outside, the skyline was painted in hues of orange and blue. Birds flew over the horizon, ready to migrate elsewhere for the upcoming spring. Your chest rose and fell with your exhale as you let your mind wander. You used up your creativity for the day, you thought. You haven’t made significant progress on the essay since you started it a few hours ago. Before you could beat yourself up about it, three loud knocks were heard from the window. Caleb’s masked face peeked over the wall as he gave you a gentle wave. Giddy, you got off your chair and skipped over, fingers deftly undoing the lock on its doors. You slid it open, allowing him to crawl in.

“I thought you were busy fighting crime,” you teased, watching as he took the mask off. His hair was tousled and his cheeks were flushed from exertion. “Are you slacking off?”

He huffed, amused. “I can multitask.”

He unhid his hand from his back and handed you a large bouquet of sunflowers, the gesture immediately making you melt. Flowers weren’t that out of the ordinary. Caleb liked bringing you gifts and trinkets he thinks you’d like. You got an equally large bouquet during your high school graduation and another one when you were accepted into university. You took it with a smile, murmuring a quiet ‘thank you’ and curiously looking at him. He bounced on the heels of his feet, seemingly nervous about something. His brows knitted together.

“You okay?”

He met your gaze. “Do you still think Spider-Man is better than me?”

You blinked a few times, confused. From the way he said it, it appeared that it wasn’t the first time he thought of something like this. You chuckled and crossed your arms over your chest, shifting your weight to the other leg.

“Getting jealous of yourself, Caleb?” It was your turn to be amused. “I never said he was my number one hero.”

“You never said I was your number one hero either.”

You sighed in mock exasperation. “Why is this important? You’re the same person.”

“I just wanna know,” he said, uncharacteristically sheepish.

“First of all, that happened once,” you corrected, pointing an accusatory finger at him. “Second of all, I love you. Spider-Man or not.”

His lips curled into a smile. “You love me?”

Warmth blossomed across your chest, rising all the way up to your cheeks as your lips parted in surprise, sputtering incoherent syllables. You awkwardly turned your head away, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye. Love had never been discussed, not really. It just felt like an unspoken commitment since you were children. He was the most important person to you, and you were the most important person to him. You never really thought about labelling your relationship.

Your eyes widened when you remembered you always referred to him as your partner whenever you spoke of him to your friends. You already gave it a label without realising it. You opened and closed your mouth like a fish, struggling to come up with a reply. You could feel his gaze on you, hear the satisfaction and mischief in his words. Clearing your throat, you tried to compose yourself and decided to follow through. You couldn’t take it back anyway, and even if you could, you didn’t want to.

“Yeah. I do,” you said, feigning indifference. “I thought you knew that.”

He couldn’t stop the smile from expanding into a grin. A breathless chuckle left him. His cheeks seemed to be getting even pinker as he fidgeted in his spot. He scratched the back of his head with flustered giddiness, struggling to keep eye contact with you. You didn’t think you ever saw him this shy. He was always your brave hero Caleb, the same boy who held you when you had nightmares, the same boy who held your hand when the thunderstorms got too loud. He was the same boy who defended you from bullies and got into trouble for getting into a fight with them. He was the same man who held nothing but affection in his words for you, the same man who would fall into playful banter with you.

You sighed softly, the corners of your lips twitching up. “You’re not gonna say it back?”

Though he didn’t need to, there was still a hint of insecurity in your tone. You looked at him expectantly, still watching as he tried to maintain composure. You weren’t used to seeing him this way, but you thought you could learn to do it. It made for a rather nice sight.

“I love you too, pipsqueak,” he finally said.

You beamed at him, placing the bouquet on the counter before leaping into his arms, delightfully laughing when he caught you effortlessly. You looped your arms around his neck and hooked your chin on his shoulder. Your legs were wrapped around him, your body supported by his arms around your waist. He held you as if you were as light as a feather. He nuzzled into your hair, letting out a content sigh. The air felt so light, so carefree. The remnants of your worries disappeared into the air, replaced by pure joy and unbridled affection.

“So… What’s the plan? Are you done with the day?”

“I’m going back to work. They need me,” he replied. With a jovial tone, he continued. “But I’ll be back for dinner.”

“You mean it this time?” You pulled away, searching into his eyes for honesty. You were still prone to worrying. His vigilante lifestyle was full of unpredictable moments, so it consistently kept you on your toes, leaving you unaware of what to expect. You were desperate for his words to be true. You felt as though you’ve been away from him for way too long. You craved his presence, his warmth—you craved him.

He gave you a boyish smile. “Yeah. I do.”

And that was a promise.

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ YELP REVIEWS [tasm!peter parker x reader]

pairings: tasm!peter parker x reader

⇢ ˗ˏˋ SUMMARY ୨୧ a fan decided to make an unofficial yelp page for spider man as a joke. A lot of clients...or citizens had so much to say.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ WARNING ୨୧ none

A/n: Just a random short fluff. I'll go back doing dark stories once I feel like it. I haven't really used Yelp, but my friend gave me this idea lol, so credit to Angelina lol. Don't steal this coz I'll shave your head.

Peter slumped on the couch scrolling through his phone. He frowned intensely and tapped a link you had just sent him, headlined as "Spider-Man Yelp Reviews"

You leaned against the door with a stifled grin. "Found it while looking at reviews for that new pizza place. Thought you'd get a kick out of the comments from your…clients."

Peter groaned. "Clients? I'm not running a business. What is this?"

Thumbing through the reviews, he cycled through disbelief, frustration then finally wounded pride.

2 stars

"He saved me from a mugger, but he sailed so quickly I didn't even manage to get the chance to say than you. Really rude."

3 stars

"I appreciate the help...however, he left me dangling from a lamppost for 20 minutes until the cops arrived. You could have just dropped me on the ground bro."

4 stars

"Brilliant rescue, but my phone screen got cracked when he yanked me into a speeding car. Thanks, I guess"

Peter threw his head back, exasperated. "Cracked phone screens? I'm sorry, Janet, would you prefer to have been hit by the car?"

"Peter, this is gold," you dropped beside him taking the phone to scroll further. "Ooh, look at this one!"

1 star

“I yelled for Spider-Man to come help me when my cat was stuck in a fire escape. He didn’t show. What’s the worth of a superhero when they won’t even help the little guy from time to time?”

"That wasn't even a crime," Peter exclaimed with hands thrown up. "What do people expect me to do run a cat rescue hotline?"

"I mean…isn't helping people your whole thing? Even the little guys? Or, in this case, little cats?"

He narrowed his eyes at you. "You're enjoying this way too much."

"Oh, I'm loving it." You scrolled to another review.

3 stars

"Got my purse back after it was snatched, but when he handed it to me, he just said, 'Here ya go,' and left. No photo, no autograph. Kinda rude."

"Oh no, Peter, how dare you not stay for selfies mid-crime fighting?" You snickered.

Peter dragged a hand down his face. "Am I supposed to throw a meet and greet after every mugging? Should I bring merch? Web-slingers for kids? Spider-Man action figures?"

You wiggled your eyebrows. "Don't tempt me to start a side hustle."

He shook his head, scrolling further. His eyes widening in disbelief at the review.

1 star

"I yelled for Spider-Man to help me with my groceries. He didn't show up. Ended up dragging six bags up five flights of stairs by myself. What's even the point of having a superhero if he doesn't help the little people?"

Peter let out a strangled laugh. "Groceries? I have to save people from groceries now?"

"Be honest," you teased. "If you would have heard her, would you help?"

He hesitated. "…I mean, maybe. If I wasn't busy."

"Softie," you said, poking his cheek. "You're gonna carry someone's Costco haul one day; I just know it."

Peter groaned louder and clicked on another review, muttering, "It can't get worse. It can't possibly—"

0 stars

"Spider-Man swung by my building and broke my balcony railing. Now my landlord's charging me for repairs. Thanks, webhead."

"Oh," you managed a stifled laugh. "Isn't that the guy from your last patrol? You know, the one who yelled at you when you were chasing that car thief?"

Peter buried his face into his hands. "It's not my fault that balconies are so flimsy in the city. It's very hard to swing around without hitting something."

You patted his shoulder soothingly. "Don't worry, hero. I'm sure you'll get your Yelp rating up again. Maybe even start a loyalty program? Save five, get a free coffee?"

Peter shot you a look, betraying irritation and amusement. "You're impossible." You just grinned menacingly at his words.

"Hey, look at this one," you said, stealing the phone and scrolling to a five-star review, finally. "Finally, some love."

5 stars

“Spider-Man saved my dog from traffic. My girlfriend thinks he's cute. I do too, honestly. Would let him rescue me any day.”

He blinked. "What…what does that even mean?!"

"It means you’re the city’s hottest, most eligible bachelor,” you said, draping an arm over his shoulders. "Even dogs are falling for you. Can't blame them."

He rubbed his temples. “I think I need to retire. Or move to a quieter city. Do they need Spider-Man in, like, Ohio? Whadoyo think baby?”

You smiled and opened the Yelp app. “There, there, hero. I’ll fix your reputation." You assured him as you patted his back

Peter leaned over, squinting as you typed. “What are you— '5 stars. Spider-Man is amazing. Handsome. Athletic. Definitely has a great butt' Babe!" He read out everything you typed for him as you clicked the submit button

You winked. "Just telling the truth. Besides, if you're going to be stuck here, you might as well be a five-star hero."

"Unbelievable," he muttered, but the corner of his mouth twitched up in a smile.

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[itzkirav]

JEALOUS WEB-SLINGER

jealous web-slinger x reader

Summary: web-slinger is jealous of spider-cat…..

Lately, you’ve been spending a lot of your time with Spider-Cat. You've been giving the cat kisses, feeding it, cuddling with him, petting him and letting it sleep on you. Spider-cat was always with you. Though someone wasn’t happy with this, Your boyfriend Peter Parker aka web-Slinger....

You guys were in the cafeteria. Web-slinger would’ve sat right beside you but Spider-cat would hiss at him if he got close to you, so he had to sit across the table. Web-slinger has been glaring at the cat for a while. The cat was in your arms. That should have been him instead. you were carrying him like a baby. He was purring loudly, You were feeding him. Web-slinger would question himself why hasn't Spider-cat hiss at you, he usually hisses at people and wants to be alone.

Web-slinger is mad at you because you would love that thing more than him? Plus he has Widow(his horse) why don't you love Widow as much as you love Spider-cat? He’s confused. “So uh... Are you ever gonna let go of that cat?” he said. You looked up at him confused “What do you mean?”. “Honey you've been carrying that cat like a damn baby the whole day” “But I can't help it look at him” You picked up Spider-Cat And held your arms out to show your boyfriend. “See?.... Look at him,” you said excitedly. Your boyfriend let out a sigh.

Web-slinger was making eye contact with the cat and was glaring at him. *Shockingly* the cat started to glare back. “Are you glaring at the cat right now hun?” you couldn't see that the cat was glaring back at your boyfriend. “W-what?... No of course not honey... That's crazy talk, I'm not jealous of a cat” “ I didn't say if you were jealous hun... Are you?” looking at him. “Like I said I'm not jealous honey. So how come you don't show this kind of love to me or Widow?”

“Well widow is yours and spider-cat is mine and he's just so cute.” “Honey he can take care of himself he’s a Spider-Man, just please let him go”“Fine” you let go spider-cat, he seemed sad when you let him go once he was walking away he turned and glared at your boyfriend. Your boyfriend was looking back at him and smirking under his bandana. “You know” you start off saying making your boyfriend look at you “you could've told me that you were jealous of Spider-cat, I would’ve hung out with you instead” “Fine, I admit I was jealous of him” you smiled and got up from your seat and sat next to him. “I like it when you’re jealous… especially from a cat” “Now will you cuddle with me?”.....

I'll probably make another version with Ben Reilly :>

[brokebonewritings]

Dinnertime Confessions

Matt Murdock x Reader

Tags: 18+, Slice of Life, Fluff, Domestic Bliss

Summary: You invite your cousin Peter over for dinner. Peter and Matt become aware of each other's after hour hobbies. Song: Young Tonight by Plain White T's

Word Count: 1.2K

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Peter shifts in his seat uncomfortably as the silence around the table becomes deafening. It felt like the air was just hanging. You had invited your cousin over to have dinner with Matt and yourself since they seemed to hit it off well on their first encounter. Maybe it was some weird teenager thing.

You clear your throat and turn to Peter, “How’s school going? You’re at that fancy tech school right?”

“Oh!” He jumps in his seat a bit, “Yeah, Midtown High. Yeah! It’s great, I love it there.”

You nod happily and turn my head to look at Matt. He also looks very uncomfortable but in his own grumpy pout. You tap his leg under the table and see a soft smile replace his frown.

“A-are you guys planning any wedding stuff yet?” Peter asks quietly, and you smile.

“Not yet, but I will call Aunt May when we do!” you reply, “I know you both want to be apart of the process.”

“Of course! You’re our family.” He says simply.

Matt then clears his throat, “So, Peter, Do any sports or extracurriculars?”

Silence falls over the table at his sudden question. You look to my cousin who looks extremely uncomfortable.

“Pete, you alright?” You ask

“Huh?” He says coming out of his small daze, “Oh! Yeah! I’m fine… Uh I do Academic Decathlon, and I intern…”

“You intern?” You ask, “Where at?”

“Stark Industries.”

“Huh.” Matt lets out.

“Okay, what is going on with the both of you?” You finally ask, looking between your cousin and Matt.

Earlier that evening

“You’re on the wrong side of New York, Spiderman.”

Daredevil stood on the rooftop near your apartment. The unwelcome visitor sat on the light fixture nearby. It wasn’t every day the web slinger was around Hell’s Kitchen

“Sorry, Mr. Devil. Was just in the area!” He replied.

“Don’t stay too long, it’s not safe for a kid like you.”

“What? Hey man, I’m not a kid!”

Yes he was. Matt knew exactly who Spiderman was. Thanks to his “super devil hearing” as you liked to call it. 

It took one Spiderman visit after meeting your cousin for Matt to figure out who it was. Was he surprised? Yes, very. Did he trust Spiderman? Not in the slightest. Did he trust Peter Parker? The boy had his charm.

“Get back to Queens, Kid.”

“I’ll have you know that I’m looking out for someone.” Spiderman said sternly. “So I'm just gonna hang out for 15 more minutes then I'll leave, promise!”

Matt sighed loudly before nodding. “You have 15 minutes. Then get out of my part of town.” With that, he disappeared into the smoke.

Weird dude. Peter thought. He didn’t normally don his webslinger outfit in Hell’s Kitchen, but he figured he would patrol before having dinner with his favorite cousin. 

He still couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched though. Deciding it was time to head to your place, he swung to the top of your building and changed into his streetwear.

Peter rushes down the stairs to your floor and enters your hallway. Stopping dead in his tracks, he sees a familiar figure standing next to your door. It was Matt, dressed in what seemed to be his work attire.

“Hey Matt!” Peter called out and ran down the hall. He saw the older man turn to him with a frown on his face.

“We need to talk.” He said simply, causing Peter to stumble a bit.

“Yeah, sure. Everything okay?”

“I know who you are, Peter Parker.” The gruff voice replies. “I know you’re Spider-Man.”

“Huh?”

Peter felt his heart stop at Matt's words. He had always been cautious about revealing his identity to anyone outside of his close circle, and the fact that Matt, his cousin’s fiancé, knew his secret was unsettling.

Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Peter tried to play it cool. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Matt. I'm just a regular high school student."

Matt's expression remained impassive, his blind eyes seemingly staring right through Peter. "Don't insult my intelligence, kid. I can hear the timber of your voice clear as day.”

The teen realized that there was no point in denying it any longer. He nodded slowly,

"Okay, fine. You caught me. I'm Spider-Man."

Matt nodded in acknowledgment before speaking again. "You need to tell your cousin.”

“What? No way!”

“You never know, they might be more accepting of it than most people.”

“I can’t! I can’t, not now, not ever.”

Matt sighs, “Do it, or I will.”

“No! Wait, please!” Peter grabs Matt’s wrist. “Does she know about you?”

“Of course.”

Peter stands back for a moment, thinking, Matt’s words echoing. He’s brought back to reality as you nudge his arm.

“Peter, what’s going on?” You push gently. “Are you alright?”

He stands quickly. “I think I have to go!”

“What?”

“Yeah, Like tons of homework and band practice.”

“It's Saturday at 8pm.”

Matt stands suddenly, “Wait.”

You and Peter turn to look at Matt as he gets up.

“He’s upset because of me.” He confesses, “I may have run into him earlier while coming back home from…work.”

Peter shifts uncomfortably as you turn to look at him.

“You know about…”

“Yes.” He starts, “but…I…”

He trails off and you place a hand on his shoulder.

“I have a secret too.” He continues. “I did see Matt…but only because I was also ‘working’”

He lowers his head and you nod in understanding. “So you too?…”

The younger man nods and looks up at you, “I’m Spider-Man.”

You stand there gawking at Peter for a moment before turning to Matt. He stood quietly as you and Peter had this interaction.

“Matt…did you?…”

“No.” he says roughly before you turn back to Peter.

“Does Aunt May know?”

“No! At least, not yet…”

As you stood there, trying to wrap your head around the situation, Peter glanced nervously between you and Matt. Your fiance’s presence beside you was a grounding force as you processed this new reality. You glance at Peter and you can see the fear in his eyes. The uncertainty of how you would respond to his truth was evident. Taking a deep breath, you stepped forward and enveloped Peter in a tight hug.

"I'm proud of you, Peter," you whispered, your voice filled with emotion. "I can't imagine the weight you've been carrying on your shoulders all this time."

Peter was taken aback by your response, his eyes widening in surprise. Slowly, he returned the hug, feeling a wave of relief wash over him at your acceptance.

“I just… I was scared how you would react, and I don’t want to put you in danger.” Peter mumbled, his voice muffled by the embrace.

You pulled back slightly to look into Peter's eyes, a reassuring smile on your face. "You're family, Peter. And family supports each other no matter what.”

Matt stepped forward, placing a hand on Peter's shoulder. “I told you she would be understanding.”

Peter let out a nervous chuckle, feeling lighter than he had in a long time.

After dinner, you all washed the kitchen and sent Peter home with leftovers. When you and Matt were finally alone and settled in bed you finally said, “I knew this whole time.”

You see Matt’s lips form into a smile, “Heard us through the door?”

A small laugh escapes your lips.

“Yeah, you both are really loud for stealth heroes.”

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