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hellsburners · 2 years ago

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yellow sunrise

summary: you and peter take things to the next step. pairing: teacher!peter parker x librarian!male reader word count: 2.8k warnings: fluff, a bit of angst, eventual smut, protected sex, top!peter, bottom!reader, tears were shed you guest how, peter is a good boyfriend..kinda? a/n: part 2 to orange juice^^

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The past few weeks have been very good. Peter would occasionally visit you in the library with packed lunch, you tried to do the same but cooking was never really your strong suit. You would spend lunches eating together at the library talking about stuff going around the school, Mayday, and the library. He also took you to a new science museum in Brooklyn, the two of you stood in awe as you saw new advances in science and technology.

Mrs. Diaz, the head librarian, took note of your good performance for the past months and has said that she will give a good word for your promotion. You and Peter went out on a drink that night to celebrate. You have also stayed in touch with Mayday, the three of you would watch movies together, go to parks, and it was like you were bing included in their small family.

On the way home from work, you were carrying an Ikea bag full of art materials since the library department settled on joining in with halloween decorations. You planned on cutting up colored paper into some decor. It was cold tonight, so cold that you zipped your jacket over your two seaters as you went to a bodega to grab a sandwich for dinner. The old man in the cashier took your order and you gave him 6 dollars in return. The heavy blue bag sinking into your skin makes it hurt a little. A small TV, like the box ones with antenna, near the cash register was playing the news.

BREAKING NEWS: Multiple assailants attack a bank in Queens. The villains known as The Sinister Six attacked a local bank seeking the presence of the web-slinging hero, Spider-man. The assailants are identified by their aliases, Boomerang, Beetle, Shocker, Overdrive, and Speed Demon. Four hostages were seen in the premises but a final number has not been confirmed.

The old man gave you the sandwich and you went hurrying to your next block. A few corners from the bodega you saw smoke billowing in the street corner to your place. The beetle flying with her pink wings as Spider-man came swinging after her. A crowd of people surrounded the bank, police on hold to barricade them. You knew how dangerous this was but you’ve never seen Spider-man in person, and there he was.

Spider-man was wounded by sharp boomerangs that flew across the sky. There were five villains against one Spider-man. You saw the hostages leave the bank from Spider-man distracting the criminal, some were wounded and coughing from the smoke. Your mind went to Peter, is he safe? You tried to dial for his number but no one answered. Spider-man took the Sinister Six one by one, the crowd cheered for him.

With worry dragging on your foot you hurried home. You kept on dialing for Peter’s phone, still no answer. In your peripheral you could see a shadow creeping up behind you. You tried to walk faster but the man’s hand was already on your shoulder. “Nice phone you got there kiddo,” the masked man said. Your heart raced, he was holding a short kitchen knife. “Come on now, give it away or else I’ll hurt ‘ya!” the man swung his knife at you but you quickly fell back. You ran yelling for help as he stood up to run after you.

“You know, I was on my way home from the bank earlier but I heard some yelling and then I see you Bernard,” the man perched in a streetlamp yelled. A masked man in red and blue, Spider-man. He flicked his wrists and webs stuck to the thief’s arms binding them together. He swung down and bound the thief’s legs too. He wrapped him in webs and stuck him to the pole. Spider-man picked your phone from the man’s pocket and gave it to you.

“You saved my life,” you said.

“Yeah, just your friendly neighborhood Spider-man,” You couldn’t help but stand in awe. “By the way, this street gets a little dark at night, prone to pickpockets so I suggest you go through the other street it's safer.”

You were speechless in his presence but you managed to utter another thank you. Spider-man made sure the man was stuck to the pole and swung again. You rushed to your apartment, no more stops, you promised. Your phone rang the moment you got inside, it was Peter.

“Peter! Oh my god I was so worried, are you okay?” you put your stuff down, unzipping your jacket afterwards.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry I couldn’t pick up your phone. I was doing some laundry,” you let out a sigh of relief. “How about you, are you okay? I saw the news.”

“Well, I almost got robbed. But Spider-man saved my life!” you could hear sirens outside your winds and in Peter’s, his being a bit louder. “Are you outside?”

“Oh, I just got in. Have you eaten?” he said, diverting the topic. Your eyes glanced at the paper bag in your bag, the contents flattened, some sauce leaking through the paper.

“Well, my sandwich got smushed so I’ll try to salvage what's left of it.” he laughs.

“I’m gonna call you later, I promised Mayday I’ll let her show me her new drawings from art class,” you felt relieved knowing he gets to talk to her. Whenever Mayday is even mentioned in conversation a weight would leave his shoulders.

✎𓇢𓆸

You snuggled up in bed wearing a worn out shirt and gym shorts. You were reading a book, your eyes weighing in as you turn a new page. Your phone rings, Peter was a man of his word. You pick up the phone, Peter says he was just getting into bed as well. He groans as you hear him get down in the soft cotton sheets.

“Sorry, did I bother you?” he said. You assured that he didn’t since you love hearing his voice, especially before sleep. It was comforting. “So, how was this Spider-man? Did you finally feel like you met the man of your dreams?” he says jokingly.

“We actually kissed as he went down on his webs. It was very romantic,” you retort.

“Is that so?” he says, his brows raised. He was being playful. “That's all you did? Next time let me watch.”

“Okay, you voyeur,” you chuckle. “Snooping around me and Spider-man.” you gave him a bossy tone. You both laugh from the sheer childishness of your conversation.

“You know what I want?” his voice lowers to a gravelly hoarse whisper, like a morning voice. “I want whatever Spider-man is having.” You giggled. Peter and you have been tip-toeing on taking things to the next level. You’ve made out before, gotten to some touching, once you even straddled him while making out, but nothing more than that. Peter would always seem to restrain himself.

“You want to get hurt too? Didn’t know you had that side in you, Parker,” you hear Peter groan as he changes positions in bed.

“Would you,” Peter muttered, his voice was shaky, like he was just caught in a lie. Blood rushed through your veins. Whatever scared Peter scared you too. “Would you want to stay with me tomorrow night? I don’t know, I felt like it was time.”

Oh.

He went there, you thought. You weren’t in a rush, in a way you felt scared that doing this would change the dynamic you two had. From being flirty coworkers to something more serious. You bit your lip, thinking about the words that came out of Peter’s mouth. “No pressure of course. I’ll move at whatever pace is most comfortable for the both of us.” he said with a voice that you felt was his sincerest.

“I’d love to. I’m excited actually,” Peter was shocked with your answer, he said he was happy and would make sure you were comfortable.

✎𓇢𓆸

Peter told you to come by his apartment by 9pm since the faculty had its quarterly meeting and would probably finish late. He also said that you should wait for his text before you came, so as not to spoil the surprise, whatever that meant. So you sat on your couch, dressed for the occasion. You made sure everything was good, you looked presentable, showered, flossed and brushed your teeth, you even used your more expensive perfume a friend gave you for your birthday. You looked at the clock ticking and moving its hand at you.

For what felt like forever the clock went from 6pm to 7pm.

And then 8pm.

Then 9pm.

Then it was 11:30pm. No text. No call. Nothing.

You started to feel shame, like someone had undressed you in public, or took away your shoelaces and tied them up together. It was embarrassing, you felt like this was bound to happen. That Peter was bound to disappoint you somehow. That giddy feeling was temporary and it was pulled under you like a rug, hitting your ass on the hardwood floor like an idiot.

Thud!

You went on your feet to check the loud sound that hit your window. You took a kitchen knife and slowly crept your way to the window. The window was open, the wind blowing on the curtains hiding the shadowy figure creeping on you. You heard the figure groan. You slowly saw the man come in. Clad in blue and red spandex, the lean man entered your home. He was unmasked, a man in his 30’s with a slight stubble, his brown hair a tousled mess.

“Peter?”

He looked at you with his large brown eyes. His face had a light cut on his cheek. His gait was weak the way he walked towards you. You couldn’t fathom whatever was in front of you. Your chest heaves from thinking. How long has he been doing this? Is that why—

“Hey, I know what you think,” he gestures for you to calm down.

“You have no idea of what I’m thinking about right now.”

“Just put the knife down and we can talk. Can we talk?” the both of you sat down on your small dining set, your chairs parallel one another. “I’m sorry I was late and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”

You made the calculations in your head, Spider-man has been a hero of the city for 17 years. Peter has been doing this for that long? You stared at him speechless. He looked at you with the same sad puppy eyes he would always do, his brows raised and furrowed, his bottom lip protruded a bit, his shoulders relaxed. “I didn’t want to risk your safety.”

“But why show me now?”

“Well, to be honest, I think I got hit pretty well so I couldn’t swing back home.” he smiled. “But most importantly I wanted you to know. So you have the option to stay or to go.”

“Why would I do that?” you said, your arms crossed, your brows furrowed with confusion. Peter looked down on his hands on the table. You could see tears forming under his eyelashes. “Why would you make me choose?” You stood up and took his hands, you held them in your palms, warm and calloused. He looked up at you. You take your thumb and wipe his tears. “I choose to say Pete, because I want to. You’ve been this city’s hero for years. And I’ve looked up to you most of my life. I know you’re capable of protecting the people of this city, but I want to be here to support you. Be the guy who takes care of Spider-man when he’s hurt and to make the man underneath the mask feel loved.”

Peter stood up, his body towering over you. He placed his hands on each side of your face, bending down to place his lips on yours. It was a tender kiss, tears falling from Peter’s face. You bring him to your bedroom, his arms wrapped around your waist. His gloved hands occasionally peered under the hem of your shirt touching bare skin. He tries to grab the zipper on his nape, he struggles a bit, the two of you laughing. You helped him unzip the suit. Your eyes wandered through the landscape of his back, wide and muscular, yet it also showed who he was when the city called. Scars left and right, some new, some old, and yellowish bruises around his ribs.

Peter, now only wearing his black boxers, sat down on the bed with you standing in between his thighs. He peppered your neck with kisses. He started to pull on the hem of your shirt, lifting it above your head. Your shorts and underwear came after. With his hands now placed on the back of your thighs, he gestures for you to straddle him. Doing as you’re told he starts to caress your ass, his large hands hugging them fully.

Peter pulls you back, his back on the bed while you towered on top of him. Your arms both at the side of his head supporting your weight. You could feel Peter’s erection stirring inside his underwear, you rub yourself on the hardness, his eyes fall back as he curses. “You’re unfair,” you said, pointing your eyes at his underwear. Peter smirked, pulling his underwear until it was at his ankles.

You started to stroke his cock while leaving kisses on his neck, your room filled with the sound of grunts and moans. You go down to your knees at the edge of the bed. You take his cock inside your mouth, you hadn’t realized it was the mouthful. Saliva coats his hardness while it goes in and out your mouth. Peter sits on the edge of the bed, his hands running through your hair.

“Fuck, you’re so good.” Peter moans.

“Language Mr. Parker,” you jokingly said before continuing your task. Peter’s noises began to become louder, the grip he had on your hair became tighter. He taps your shoulder, his chest heaving, you ease down releasing his wet cock. The head throbbing and red, white liquid already forming at the tip.

“Do you have condoms?” Peter asked. You stood up to take the condoms and the bottle of lube in your nightstand. Peter takes your hand and brings you to the bed, your positions now reversed, with your back to the bed while his body towers over you. He kisses you once more before he puts the condom on his dick, stroking it with a palm full of lube.

“You ready?” he whispered to your ear. You nod, he puts a lubed finger to your hole, preparing you for his erection. With a slow thrust of his hip he sheathes himself inside you. You both let out a loud groan. You take him to you, kissing him more to ease some of the sting. After your body has acclimated to the pressure, Peter starts to push his cock in and out of you, the pressure begins to turn into pleasure, your eyes welling with tears. Peter starts to suck on the skin on your neck, not enough to mark but enough to make you a whimpering mess under him. Peter’s hands find yours, your fingers intertwined as he places them beside you. His thrusts were deep, the strokes long, you felt so full of him, his body, his scent, his essence. Your body surged with pleasure.

He starts to stroke your cock, your arms now wrapped around his neck. Your mouths become slopier by the second. You tell him you were close, he tells you the same. With his thrusts becoming more erratic your muscles clench making your hole tighter. Peter groaned from the sudden tightness. Your arms wrapped tighter on his neck, his face on your ear letting out profanities. At the moment your moans, his hip and yours, gave out the same rhythm. The pleasure fills you up with intensity. The two of you at the same time called out for each other’s name as you climaxed.

✎𓇢𓆸

You woke up from the scorching heat of the sun on your bare skin, the room filled with yellow light. The window was open and Peter was gone. You stood up to take your shirt and your shorts, stretching your neck before getting a glass of water. In the dining table you saw a paper folded into a flower with a note next to it.

Had to go do something, duty calls (also because I stink). I didn't want to wake you because you looked so peaceful,but I will see you later I promise. Thoughts on swinging around town with me? It’ll be fun I promise! I had a great night by the way. I love you.

-Peter.

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certifiedlovergirlsstuff · 1 year ago

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mr and mrs parker

pairing: peter parker x fem!reader

wc: 1.7K

warnings: none. clean as a whistle

summary: fury has assigned you and peter on an undercover mission. as a married couple. and the two of you haven’t even been on a first date yet. used prompts 3 and 7 from oblivious pining from @mangocherri

A/N: peter and reader are aged up to 21, but there’s nothing explicit happening.

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“the both of you are going undercover at the event as a married couple. need these bugs to be planted where you deem fit. keep tabs on anyone suspicious, and stay lively and sober. be the happy couple.” fury left the tiny bugging devices and exited the room without further words.

you and peter stayed quiet while both of you sat at the giant conference table. two manilla envelopes were sitting in front of each of you with information on the targets and the object of the mission. along with the cover story, the both of you being the happy mr and mrs parker couple.

now there was a slight problem with the cover story, you were a married couple. not even a regular couple, just two friends/coworkers who have crushes on each other but are too chicken to do anything about it.

“ever been to an event like this?” peter asked. the first one to break the growing silence in the room.

you bent the corner of the folder, “uh, yeah. but only twice and both were in the shadow missions. being dressed as a waiter, passing through the crowd unnoticed. now i’m gonna be dressed nice and done up, eyes watching. still never used to that feeling.” hand leaving the card stock and falling into your lap. “you?” already knowing the answer.

he shook his head, “not my thing. usually, it’s spider-man coming in to save the day.”

“well,” you stood from your seat, “for the day we can pretend to be fancy people and a lovely couple.” hoping you didn’t show too much excitement for the last part.

“best day ever.” peter replied as he grabbed his papers, a nice red ghosting on his cheeks.

“excited?” natasha walked into your room and sat on the foot of your made bed.

you were sitting at your desk which was your temporary vanity for the time getting ready. tubes and powers, palettes and brushes were scattered over the surface, a task for future you to clean up. hair painstakingly styled from your usual combat sleek look, your arms getting their workout for the day.

you sighed at natasha’s question, “i feel sick,” grumbled as you looked for your blush. natasha just laughed at the comment, “that’s the butterflies, honey. your nervous cause of your partner. i’m sorry, husband.” she practically sang the word.

you dropped your voice, “no, it's not cause of peter. i’m just not used to being in an eye-catching position.” touching up your eye makeup for distraction.

“uh huh.” she didn’t sound convinced, “well, i’m sure my memory doesn’t fail me cause i swear, there was this girl a few months ago who came to me frantic about this crush she had on a bug superhero. but i guess i’m old since i’m in my late thirties.”

you dropped any brushes or makeup from your hand back to the table. a defeated sigh racking from your chest, “okay, yes, fine. it’s mostly cause of peter and how we’re probably gonna hold hands and maybe need to kiss or something. but there is a small part cause of the mission, that’s one hundred percent true.”

natasha stood from your bed and walked behind you, hands squeezing your shoulders, “you’re gonna do great, honey. you’re one of the youngest SHIELD agents, you know what you’re doing. and peter’s been getting better at undercover, there’s nothing to worry about. a simple bug and mingle.”

the two of you locked eyes in your mirror. natasha felt like an older sister hyping you up for your high school dance with a boy you liked, but in reality, it was an agent-to-agent pep talk for an undercover op with a web-crawling hero. tomato potato.

a gentle knock at the door stole the attention. you yelled for them to enter and peter poked his head around the gap, he sent a sheepish smile in greeting, and it made those flutters reappear.

“hi, sorry. don’t mean to bother-“ “your not a bother.” quickly interrupting peter. you ignore the look natasha sent you.

peter chuckled lightly, “thanks. uh, i was wondering if either of you could help with my bow tie? i can’t find anyone else in the tower and i wasn’t taught….” he trailed off while playing with the black fabric.

natasha patted your shoulders before moving away, “y/n can help. so i’m gonna head out and the two of you enjoy your date- sorry, mission.” leaving the both of you warm in the face and also giving peter a pat on his back before closing your door behind her. and then it was two.

you stood from your chair and made your way to peter. “sorry about her. loves messing with people.” rolling your lips and eyes shying away from peter’s pretty brown ones. again a light chuckle from him, “it’s- it’s fine. kinda used to that from my aunt.”

you nodded, “ready for tonight?” bouncing on the balls of your feet. you were still dressed in a loose shirt and shorts, planning to slip into your dress in a few minutes.

peter played with his bow tie, “physically just about. mentally… need a few more minutes to be thrown into the lion's den.” now you laughed as you plucked the fabric from him and stepped closer, “it’s not so much a lion's den, more like a… a monkey den.”

you popped peter’s stiff collar and slipped the fabric behind his neck, end pieces adjusted evenly. “what makes it a monkey’s den?” peter tilted his head back a little, chin almost hitting your forehead.

you spoke into his chest, fingers bending and twisting. “their all dressed in their monkey suits and throwing bullshit at each other. all they need is a couple of hung tires and boom, monkey den ala rich assholes.” pulling the finished bow tight.

you took a step back to admire your handiwork. peter dropped his head and his darting brown eyes made you part your lips subconsciously. peter swiped his hands down his pressed white button-up, “how- how do i look? like i’ll fight in?”

you let your eyes drift down his chest, the shirt loose enough that it wouldn’t strain when he moved his arms. the end of the shirt tucked into his black dress pants that were without a wrinkle and stopped just at his ankle. but when you went from toe to head, you only saw a boyish face with little bits of baby fat clinging to his cheeks. how he smiled awkwardly, teeth flashing white, his eyes nervous and almost blinking too many times.

“you won’t fit in.” saying the statement gently. peter deflated a bit, a crinkle in the middle of his brows. you gained that previous step back, right hand hesitantly falling over peter’s heart.

“but it’s best you don’t look like them. want you to stand out as your own.” boldly gazing into his eyes, letting your words melt into his brain for a moment before walking away. “now, uh, if you could just stay here so you could help with my dress that’d be great.”

“yeah! ye-yeah, can- can do that.” and you heard the heels of his sleek leather shoes click on your floor.

you grabbed the all-black gown from your closet and led into your connected bathroom. stripping off your casual comfy clothes, you held the dress to the floor and stepped in from the top to save your hair and makeup from friction. thick black straps sit on your shoulders and with a hand over your chest, you slide the door to shuffle back to the open space.

peter had his hands stuffed into his pockets and was leaning into your desk area, eyes taking in all the photos decorating your dirty mirror. he had a soft smile on his thin lips.

“a little help, spider boy.” sneaking up on him and not withholding the little giggle at seeing him startle in surprise. “thought you had a tingle for danger.”

“it’s called spider sense and you're not a danger, at least not to me.” you hummed as you turned your back to peter. you peeked a glance over your shoulder to see peter standing pretty close to your back, closer than would be normal to zip up a dress. he pulled both sides of the fabric tight then held them with one hand at the top of your back while his dominant hand tugged up the zipper slowly. you sucked in the sigh that wanted to escape at the feeling of peter’s touch and warmth, you kept your head forward and eyes focused on your messy bed.

peter stopped and you thought he was done but then his wrist skimmed across your neck and you couldn’t help the audible gasp. “sorry, didn’t want your hair getting caught.” his voice was low. “it’s okay.” almost breathless. “it’s- it’s beautiful. your hair and- and makeup. just not used to seeing you dressed up.”

a quick laugh, “yeah, definitely out of my comfort zone. but it’s- it’s not too bad. at least you're in the same boat, i’m- i’m guessing.” chiding yourself for the assumption, but peter quickly quelled the nerves, “definitely out of my zone. there, all done.”

turning to face peter you did the same actions as him earlier, looking down at your attire and smoothing your hands over invisible wrinkles. “not too much? not trying to draw attention.”

you waited to hear an answer but it never came. you looked away from the dress to see peter with wide eyes and a tight mouth. you stepped closer and pressed the back of your hand to his cheek and exposed forehead, “you okay?”

he mindlessly nodded, and you stepped away to look for your tiny heels. but stopped in your search at the crack of peter’s voice and the heart-racing words that left his mouth.

“what?” your own eyes blown large. peter scratched a hand on the back of his hair before shoving it into his pockets. he cleared his throat and looked directly at you while repeating, “you- you look beautiful. hard to not draw attention.” he cleared his throat again.

“uh, th- thanks, peter.”

“yeah… well i’m- im gonna wait outside. see- see you in a few minutes.” and he left before you could protest his absence.

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keepsmagnetoaway · 2 months ago

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Marvel Team-Up 100 (December 1980)

Chris Claremont/Frank Miller & John Byrne

We've read a fair few issues of the long-running Marvel Team-Up and it's always an interesting time: now, for its 100th issue, we have the treat of it featuring X-Men (or, at least, X-Men-related characters) in both its main story and its back-up, both of which are striking and important stories.

In the first of them, the featured team-up is actually Spider-Man (yay!) and the Fantastic Four (boo!), but the story also introduces the silhouetted figure you can see here, initially seemingly as a villain.

If you're thinking "fuck, these layouts are good," then you're right: it's Frank Fucking Miller! We don't have time for Miller Discourse - I will literally never have time for Miller Discourse - but Miller here was at the beginning of his imperial phase, having just started drawind Daredevil and being on the point of taking over writing on it too, and his distinctively moody take on New York City is on display in this issue. This nightmare Deco tower, at a wildly expressionist angle, is purest Miller.

Anyway, I'm skipping over most of the action here because it's Reed Richards bullshit and I hate it, but I do want to talk about that mysterious new character: it's Karma, and she's got Issues.

A beautiful panel filled with politics: that's good comics, baby. It's important to say that there is also a fair amount of tone-deaf stuff about Asians in this issue - Karma's wider family feature and they're not exactly subtly depicted, especially the villainous members, who include Karma's evil twin brother.

And yet...this is 1980, the Vietnam War is a recent memory in the US, and along comes a complex, traumatized Vietnamese character, who evolves from villain to anti-hero to something like a full-on hero in the space of this single comic when - in a moment that's genuinely shocking, coming as it does in the middle of a fight in which Peter Parker and Ben Grimm seem to be competing to make the most wise-cracks - she kills and psychically absorbs her brother. This, I repeat, is our introduction to this character, her very first issue. Fucking hell.

And that's Karma! The story ends just after this, with her tentatively established as some kind of hero, but the reader is none the wiser about what's coming next for her: which was, as you probably know, an integration into the X-Men world and a gradual emergence as one of the most interesting and popular characters of that world (helped by the fact that she also eventually turns out to be gay, hell yeah). It's a hell of an introduction and a fascinatingly political story about the shadow of American imperialism, and it's then followed by this issue's back-up story, which is also powerfully political.

This is a Claremont/Byrne story, a little chaser after our farewell to him in the main book, and (despite the team behind it...) it's about Blackness. It's The One Where Storm and Black Panther Meet, And Also Apartheid South Africa Tries To Kill Ororo.

It's actually largely told, after the initial sequence, in a flashback to their first meeting, and I have tried and failed to work out how it's supposed to fit in with the backstory also depicted in the 2006 Storm series - I don't think they exactly line up, but the 2006 series does sort of reference and expand on this story, in particular by reusing Andreas 'The Bull' de Ruyter, the enjoyably repulsive Afrikaner villain.

In the present, it turns out, de Ruyter is still trying to kill them, and they get to defeat him all over again, and part ways in a bittersweet, ship-teasy moment (again, no idea how this fits into subsequent canon with them getting married and so forth, but, who cares).

This is a really remarkable issue, all told, and though it's all created by white men, and as ever there are some, shall we say, heavy-handed moments, but its use nevertheless of a Vietnamese heroine, her life ruined by American warfare, and of two Black heroes fighting an explicitly apartheid-supporting villain is pretty striking: on top of which, the art is outstanding. Great stuff! This is also the start of a run of half a dozen guest appearances and the like from this era that we're about to read, so let's hope the rest of them are this interesting.

#x men comics #an xmen a day #xmen #marvel team up #karma #storm #black panther

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doamarierose-honoka · 15 days ago

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Spider-Man is coming back to manga with a brand-new story from Marvel, Spider-Man Manga: Shadow Warrior

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Marvel has announced they are bringing Spider-Man into a whole new kind of manga world with the original new series, Spider-Man Manga: Shadow Warrior now in the works for a launch later this Fall. Spider-Man is no stranger to manga as Marvel has launched the hero into all kinds of manga worlds. This has even been increasing in the past couple of years as Marvel has kickstarted new partnerships to increase their footing in the manga world with unexpected team ups and new releases expanding the Spider-Verse. But this next new manga is going to be a bit different from the others.

Spider-Man Manga: Shadow Warrior is a brand new original manga story that sees Spider-Man, Miles Morales, and Spider-Gwen travel back to feudal Japan in order to stop Kingpin, who has mysteriously taken control. But upon getting there, a new surprising host bonds with the Venom symbiote to become a whole new kind of Venom. You can check out the first look at Spider-Man Manga: Shadow Warrior (as shared by ScreenRant) below to get the feel for what this is going to look like when it hits this September.

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What Is Spider-Man Manga: Shadow Warrior?

Written and illustrated by Shogo Aoki, Spider-Man Manga: Shadow Warrior will be making its debut on shelves beginning on September 16th later this year. As for what to expect from this new manga story, it begins to tease itself as such, “Travel to 19th century Japan, where the Kingpin Wilson Fisk has fled America and established himself as Governor of Edo. Peter Parker, Miles Morales, and Ghost-Spider are hot on his trail.” So it seems like it’s going to be a bit of a time travel and Isekai story putting these heroes into a new kind of world.

The synopsis for Spider-Man Manga: Shadow Warrior continues to tease its Venom spin on the story as such, “But the Kingpin has a trick up his sleeve: He’s brought an alien parasite capable of granting extraordinary powers. When a young man named Hyo accidentally bonds with the symbiote and seemingly transforms into the infamous Venom, things go from bad to worse! This new book is perfect for manga and super-hero fans alike!” And if the new series is anything like we have seen in the rest of Spider-Man’s manga releases thus far, it’s going to offer something unique for fans too.

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Spider-Man Has a Long History With Manga

Spider-Man has had a very long history with the world of manga as Marvel has experimented with all sorts of team ups and collaborations over the years. Not only did Spider-Man star in his own manga release with Spider-Man: The Manga years ago, but Marvel has also seen the character in all sorts of different collaborations over the years. These included crossovers with Attack on Titan, a special one-off with Iron Man written and illustrated by the late Yu-Gi-Oh creator Kazuki Takahashi, and even a series from My Hero Academia: Vigilantes creators Hideyuki Furuhashi and Betten Court on a Spider-Verse spin-off that ended recently.

So this newest manga is going to hit right in that sweet spot as Marvel has been really amping up their reach in this medium. Spider-Man Manga: Shadow Warrior is a great step forward in bridging that gap as Spider-Man just works in a manga context. It’s a character design that perfectly works in any kind of style, and Spider-Man has such a fun power set, allies, and a rogues gallery that manga is just the right way to help explore it all.

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edgepunk · 20 days ago

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I've been mulling over some one-off plots that could be considered like an episode of a show for Earth-2710 or just some fun multiverse shenanigans. Imagine these all happened before the Symbiote Remnant arc, i.e. Peter is his regular old self

Idea no. 1:

The one that's been hogging my brain the most is Peter traveling to a universe where his parents are alive. After the shit I put him through, I think he deserves a moment with his parents, even if they're from a different universe. In that universe, he didn't become Spider-Man - that universe doesn't have a spider-person, at all. Other superheroes exist, though.

His parents are both ex-Oscorp scientists who are now in hiding after stealing some documents that could ruin Norman Osborn's reputation, if they ever decided to leak them to the public. Peter swoops into the universe in the middle of Mary Parker being kidnapped by the Vulture who works for Norman. After saving her, his mom immediately clocks him and figures out that he's from a different universe. Then, Richard comes and there's a lot of crying and hugging and Peter is sad/happy that he gets to spend time with them and offers to help them get Norman off their backs.

They invite him for dinner and he meets his counterpart who, unlike him, is kind of a spoiled brat. They butt heads over their parents, because Peter A ("our" Peter) is adamant on helping them while Peter B claims that it's their own fault that they're in trouble because of their own actions and that they should do it themselves. So, yadda yadda Peter A helps them and Peter B swoops in at the last minute to get his own hero moment by using his brains and saves his parents from Norman.

Idea no. 2:

Okay so, I recently found out that Spider-Man: Reign did this, but I've had this idea for months and I've never read the new Reign comic. Putting that out there, in case I get called out for stealing ideas but I swear I didn't know about this until very recently.

Anyway - universe where Peter died and MJ was so struck by grief so much that she bonded with the symbiote and became Venom (yeah that's the thing that Reign did. apparently. idk you can't make me read the radioactive jizz comic come on)

When our Peter arrives in that universe, MJ/Venom immediately recognizes him and takes him with her to their old apartment where she basically keeps him hostage and is trying to woo him. Meanwhile, Peter is very, very carefully choosing his words to not to anger her, because the grief keeps eating her up and she's, well,, unhinged. (in weeb words she is uhhhh kind of a yandere,,, yeah)

Anywho, Peter does end up angering her because he's trying very, very calmly explain to her that he can't stay there, because he's not her Peter and she needs to get over her Peter's death, as painful as it is. She doesn't take his arguments well and they do end up fighting, but Peter manages to get through to her, or rather, she stops herself because she doesn't want to hurt Peter. She breaks down in tears and Peter helps her separate from the symbiote, and visits the other Peter's grave with her.

Idea no. 3

Very original idea: Peter gets thrown into a universe where he became evil. He embraced the symbiote and finally snapped after a series of tragic events (May and his friends dying) and took over NYC, spreading the symbiotes a lá Web of Shadows. It's more of a cat and mouse game where our Peter has to hide from evil Peter. In the end, evil Peter catches up to him, wanting to spread his influence in other universes and the two Peters fight. Our Peter is aware he isn't strong enough to defeat the other Peter, so he makes a run for it, barely escaping from evil Peter's universe.

#earth 2710 #sort of?#I'm just juggling ideas lol #it's a long post

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infosphere · 3 months ago

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Shadows of the City - A Spider-Man Story

Peter Parker trudged home after a long day at the Daily Bugle, his mind occupied with school and his crush, Mary Jane Watson. As dusk settled over Queens, he felt the familiar tingle of his Spider-Sense. Ducking into an alley, he shed his ordinary clothes for the iconic red and blue suit of Spider-Man. Swinging through the night, Peter spotted a group of masked men loading bags into a van. “Time to crash a party,” he muttered. He landed in front of them, quipping, “I think you dropped something—your dignity!” The thugs lunged at him, but Peter deftly dodged their attacks, using his agility to take them down with a mix of quick punches and well-aimed web shots. As the police arrived, Peter slipped away, feeling both exhilarated and weighed down by his responsibilities. He thought of Mary Jane and their plans for the weekend, knowing his double life often kept him from normalcy. Standing atop a building, he gazed out over the city, a tapestry of lights stretching before him, accepting the burden of being Spider-Man. The next day at school, he nervously approached Mary Jane. “Hey, about the movie—” “Peter, I get it. Just promise me you’ll try to be honest,” she said, concern in her eyes. Her words hung in the air, a reminder of the balance he needed to maintain. That night, as Spider-Man, he swung through the city, determined to juggle his dual life. He realized being a hero wasn’t just about fighting crime; it was also about connecting with those he cared for. Embracing both sides of himself, he felt ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, knowing he was not just a hero in a suit—he was also Peter Parker.

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aslvt4ag · 9 months ago

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Title: A healing light

Peter Parker x reader (fem)

Word count: Approximately 320 words.

Warning:

This chapter contains themes of guilt, grief, and the burden of responsibility.

Summary:

Peter grapples with guilt as he swings through the city, haunted by thoughts of y/n and Gwen. Determined to be a better hero, he vows to honor their memories by fighting for justice.

Chapter 12: A Hero's Burden

As Peter swung through the city streets, his mind was clouded with thoughts of y/n and Gwen, their faces haunting him with every passing moment. Guilt gnawed at him relentlessly, a constant reminder of the pain he had caused them both.

No matter how fast he moved, Peter couldn't outrun the weight of his mistakes. He had betrayed y/n's trust, shattered her fragile heart with his reckless actions, and the thought of her hurt and disappointed face haunted him like a ghost.

But it wasn't just y/n's pain that weighed heavily on Peter's conscience. Gwen's memory lingered in the shadows of his mind, a constant reminder of the cost of his double life as Spider-Man. He had failed her, just as he had failed y/n, and the guilt of his failures threatened to consume him whole.

As he perched atop a skyscraper, the city sprawled out before him in all its chaotic beauty, Peter couldn't help but feel a sense of hopelessness wash over him. No matter how many lives he saved, no matter how many villains he defeated, he would always be haunted by the ghosts of his past.

But amidst the darkness that threatened to engulf him, a flicker of determination burned bright within Peter's chest. He couldn't change the past, couldn't undo the mistakes he had made, but he could strive to be better, to do better, for y/n, for Gwen, for everyone he had ever failed.

With renewed purpose, Peter swung into action, the wind whipping through his hair as he soared through the night sky. And as he fought to protect the city he loved, he made a silent vow to himself to never again let his guilt hold him back, to honor the memories of those he had lost by being the hero they deserved.

For in the end, Peter knew that true redemption could only be found in the selfless pursuit of justice, in the unwavering commitment to doing what was right, even in the face of overwhelming darkness. And as he disappeared into the night, a lone figure against the backdrop of the city's skyline, he knew that his journey was far from over.

#andrew garfield #peter parker #the amazing spider man #tasm peter parker #emma stone #gwen stacy #gweter #fanfic #petergwen fan fiction #andrew!peter x reader

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siremasterlawrence · 1 year ago

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The Erosion Of Hero’s Free Will Part 1

Anthony “Tony” Stark is working on a brand spanking new invention tinkering away at a small cube shape device in his plan is being fixed with numerous electronic tools starting a new as the device rolls once creating a surge in.The cube lifts in the air shoots into the sky in a straight arrow reaching new heights in a beautiful display of his technological wonder it goes off projecting footage from all over the house including the many other Avenger members training in the weight room.Hours pass as Tony yawns loudly stretching his arms into the air with excitement he fist pumps and heads to bed snapping his tired finger the lights flicker off as everything he created shuts down.

Something is off as he stops in the middle of the room when the elevator shaft comes to a hault in a mid stop the floor above him suddenly all of the lights flicker off catching Tony’s eyesThe machinery shuts down with an all to lull familiar voice banging on in the background of course it’s his AI Jarvis warning him that he is being attacked.He can’t help himself staring into the main light in the center of the ceiling soon the room spinning he falls onto his back as nothing else seems to matter everything is fading.

He cannot believe his eyes the shadow on the wall appears out of nowhere growing ever larger and larger is his shape blowing up getting closer to him. It is now that he stood well over him the man knelt on the floor cupping Tony’s chin lifting him up to my lips and I press mine on his with lust.Tony blacks out completely laying mindless on the rooms floor unknowingly Peter Parker stood in the glory of the light shining on him at last.

He is gleeful so excitedly he takes Tony by both of his hand pulling them in front of him he yanks him forward dragging his body to the coldest slab.Tony is thrown on to it locking him set in to place be is completely at his mercy the boy gets to work strapping him down into place with chains.One more Spider-Man crawls down from a sheet of long length spiderweb hitting the floor as he wraps his legs on it and flips into the air landing.

“You arrived finally?” Peter A

“Sorry! Late for duty” Peter B

“Where is Peter C?” Peter A

“It’s pizza time” Peter C

“Are you guys ready?”

“Commence”

“This is him?”

“Filthy rich”

“Sexy indeed “

“Powerful”

“He is all ours”

“Let’s play with our new jungle gym”

They snap their fingers creating a gigantic wave of energy in forum of spider web into the air shaking Tony up stirring him up from his slumber.His eyes pop open as he raises his head into the air he sees what’s about to happen took into an account pressing his hand on the bed and he flips off. Before he can make a quick escape all three Peter’s form their signature hand stances as they synchronize an ultimate spider web lock him in.

“Guy on my count.”

“Together in one…two….three”

“Aaaaahhhhhhhh”

“Yes Masters Peter! I am at your service.”

“Mwahahahahaha.”

The end

#tom holland #rdj #andrew garfield #tobey maguire #hypnosis #mind control slaves #mind corruption #Free Will Erosion

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romancomicsblog · 2 years ago

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Who should be the new lead of the MCU?

Ever since Avengers Endgame, the MCU has not had a clear protagonist. Whether you preferred Iron Man or Captain America, it was clear both held key roles in the larger narrative of the first three phases and in the Avengers in universe.

While it has been fun to see the various different sides of the Marvel Universe, at some point the lack of direction has made most of the stories feel disconnected and disjointed.

I propose it's time for one character to take the lead and become a central point in the story and more importantly, in the Avengers.

I want to run through some picks that are pitched and may come to mind, and why I think they aren't a good fit, and eventually get to my winner. But first, let's look back at what made the leaders of the Avengers good leads.

Tony Stark - Iron Man

What made Tony an interesting protagonist was how flawed he was compared to the heroes around him. His fear of the future often lead to impulsive decisions that manifested in villains, conflicts, and even the disbanding of the Avengers.

A protagonist with clear distinct flaws is something the MCU is currently lacking. Think of your favorite new phase 4 MCU character, what are their flaws? Because usually it's they go it alone, or they think only they can handle a fight.

While this isn't always the case, there are few that do the flawed hero better than Tony.

His flaws and mistakes often drove the plot of the entire MCU in big ways, so I want a character who decisions can have a similar impact.

Steve Rogers

Steve worked as a lead for the exact opposite reasons Tony worked. He had no flaws. Steve was the moral compass of the team, and the inspiration of the other heroes.

While there are a few heroes who I think can pull it off, maybe even better than Evans, no one has gotten the opportunity yet.

I think one of the benefits of Steve Rogers in the MCU was him being sort of baked into the Avengers/SHIELD. Because he had no other life, he became integrated into every Avengers story.

So a moral hero who is devoted to the life in the same way could help as well.

So let's start with some big hitters:

Peter Parker - The Spider-Man:

Seems like a no brainer right?

Spider-Man being the spiritual successor to iron Man in the MCU and Marvel's biggest character, it makes sense why he would be the new lead.

He is a flawed character who's mistakes often drive the plot. He is a moral compass to other heroes like Doctor Strange, and currently has no life outside of being a superhero due to the events of No Way Home.

And it doesn't hurt that he led the 3rd highest grossing MCU movie of all time.

So we're done right?

Well, no.

Due to Sony's presence and the overarching shadow that is SPUMC (Sony Pictures Universe of Marvel Characters), the threat of pulling Spider-Man can come any day. So having a lead that can be pulled from the universe at any moment doesn't seem wise.

Sorry Tom, next time.

Sam Wilson - Captain America

Speaking of successors, Sam Wilson is a beacon of hope.

While he has only had a little time as Captain America, Sam has exemplified Cap qualities for a while.

He was the moral compass to Steve and Bucky in the Captain America trilogy and Falcon and the Winter Soldier.

While he doesn't have any particular flaws, this worked for Steve, and I think it works for Sam.

My main concern is Anthony Mackie isn't a scene stealer in the same way Evans was. Hell, Steve has another partner with more of a fanbase in The Winter Solder.

While in universe Sam Wilson makes sense, and he should be the leader of The Avengers, I think we can do better for leads of the franchise.

Carol Danvers - Captain Marvel

Who better to lead than the inspiration for The Avengers themselves?

While Carol hasn't had much time in the MCU, she has definitely made an impact. Her movie made over a billion dollars, sparked a spin-off Secret Invasion series, and she played a pretty big role in the final battle in Endgame.

Her flaws are pretty obvious, she is cocky and powerful and believes she can take on any threat solo. While this hasn't been proven wrong yet, I'm sure this will come to a point in The Marvels where she needs to learn to be a part of a team.

My main reason against Carol, and several space heroes, is that they feel disconnected from the MCU. (This is also my way of saying if you thought Thor, Sersi, or Star-Lord were showing up on this list, they are not).

Carol is human, but has spent surprisingly little time defending earth.

We also haven't seen enough Carol where I feel she is the right person to lead. My tune my change after The Marvels, but for now, I'd say we're closing in our lead.

Stephen Strange - Doctor Strange

The (hopefully one day) Sorcerer Supreme has a lot of the qualities a good lead may need, especially for this phase of movies.

Doctor Strange has been a flawed hero, much like Tony, who has had to learn to outgrow his flaws and demons to become a better hero, but often falls short.

Strange has dreams of future mayhem, strong ties to multiple heroes and even has tangled with the multiverse, our next big world ending threat.

As the sworn protector of the Multiverse, and at one point the host of the time stone, Strange is set up nicely to be a threat to Kang.

Where Strange fails me is he feels too closely to what came before. The goatee, the smartest person in the room, the arrogance, this is just Tony 2.0.

While I think he will be crucial to the fight and probably the end of Secret Wars, I think Strange feels too much like echoes of what came before.

Scott Lang - Ant-Man

Scott Langs Ant-Man has been surprisingly crucial to the MCU narrative. He played a big (see what I did there) role in Civil War, was the catalyst that brought everyone back in Endgame, and has recently been the only hero to fight the new big bad, Kang the Conqueror.

Scott has become a fan favorite due to Rudds comedy and heart in the films. He has strong ties to the original Avengers, a direct connection the next villain of the phase, and has become a fan favorite.

But if there's anything the MCU has taught us about Scott Lang, he is much better suited as a team player than a main hero.

The movies where Rudd plays a part tend to be beloved and make money, but as a lead, his franchise is widely considered one of the worst. Like Strange, I think he is set up to play a big part, but should not be the lead.

At this point you may think that I have run out of options, or I never intended on picking a lead, as most actors/characters are likable but don't feel like they have that star quality/character combo we need.

But you are wrong.

Because there is only 1.

Kamala Khan - Ms. Marvel

Kamala Khan is a kid from New Jersey who is an Avengers Stan. This ties her close to all the New York battles and the Avengers.

Her main flaws come from youth much like Spider-Man. She has not been doing this a long time, but she wants to take on the world and be a hero like The Avengers.

While Ms. Marvel has not been around in the MCU for along time, she has become a huge character in comics, animated television, and even the lead of the Avengers video game.

Much like Captain America Kamala uses her hero persona Ms Marvel to inspire her friends, family, and community, which I hope continues on with Photon and Captain Marvel in the Marvels.

Having a young hero lead the Avengers would be a major shift, that leads to more young heroes stepping up, (maybe forming some sort of Champions or Young Avengers).

Most importantly, Iman Vellani is a ridiculously talented actress. Through her show Ms. Marvel, Iman showed heart, comedic timing, and basically carried the show. Imagine what she can do with The Avengers.

Having a young character who was inspired by heroes before, portrayed by a young actress inspired by Marvel and the MCU, playing one of Marvel's most iconic characters feels like an absolute slam dunk.

It honors what came before by creating something new.

Iman Vellani is the right actress, and Kamala Khan is the right character.

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j-w-blerd-bulletin-board · 1 month ago

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Why Miles Morales Spider-Man Has to Be Cured of His Vampirism

By Wayne "Royale" Berry

Miles Morales has undergone some thrilling transformations over the years, but one of his latest challenges—a temporary bout with vampirism—has proven to be among his most dangerous. For readers who have been following his journey, it's clear why Miles needs to be cured. This isn’t just about restoring his humanity; it's about ensuring his future as a unique and positive hero in the Marvel Universe.

Vampirism and Its Impact on Miles’ Powers

In a twist that surprised fans, Miles recently acquired vampiric abilities. According to Screen Rant, Miles’ transformation granted him classic vampire traits, like enhanced strength, agility, and healing. However, it came with dangerous side effects that risk undermining his identity. Vampirism altered not only his physical form but his psyche, adding a sinister edge that doesn’t align with the ideals of Spider-Man. While his increased power might sound appealing, the darkness within risks corrupting Miles, potentially making him a hazard to those he aims to protect.

For a hero like Miles, whose moral compass is his guiding force, this vampiric influence threatens to derail his character. As Spider-Man, he's known for his dedication to doing good and respecting life—a core philosophy tied closely to the legacy Peter Parker set before him. Yet vampirism pulls him toward violence, hunger, and moral ambiguity. This transformation stands in stark contrast to the bright, empathetic hero fans know and love, which is why curing Miles is crucial.

The Vibranium Spider-Suit: A Gift of Protection and Identity

Another crucial element to Miles' story is his Vibranium Spider-Suit, a gift from Black Panther. This suit, made from the rare, near-indestructible metal Vibranium, symbolizes Black Panther's acknowledgment of Miles as a vital figure in the Marvel Universe. Vibranium, with its unique properties, provides Miles with resilience, durability, and protection that amplifies his power while safeguarding his identity as a defender.

This suit isn’t merely a tool; it’s an emblem of Black Panther’s faith in Miles. By equipping him with Vibranium, T’Challa has entrusted Miles with technology typically reserved for Wakanda’s most elite warriors, acknowledging his potential as a protector of his people and all humanity. As Spider-Man, Miles carries this suit as a badge of honor and responsibility, which vampirism threatens to corrupt. If Miles remains under the sway of vampiric influence, this gift could become tainted, casting a shadow over Black Panther's gesture and undermining the symbolic importance of Vibranium as a force for good.

The Need to Cure Miles

A cure isn’t just about returning Miles to a human state; it’s about restoring his heroic legacy. Spider-Man’s essence—whether Peter Parker’s or Miles Morales’—is about responsibility, empathy, and sacrifice. Vampirism disrupts that legacy, pulling Miles into a dark realm that contradicts everything Spider-Man stands for. Marvel’s heroes are defined not just by their powers but by how they wield them. For Miles, the cure represents a choice to reject darkness and embrace the light—solidifying his commitment to the ideals that define him.

Moreover, curing Miles reaffirms his commitment to Black Panther and the Vibranium suit. By ridding himself of vampirism, he proves himself worthy of Black Panther’s faith and can wield his suit as a true force for good, rather than risking it as a tool of destruction under vampiric influence.

Conclusion

Miles Morales’ journey has always been about defining himself as a hero who stands on his own while honoring the Spider-Man legacy. Curing his vampirism is essential to maintaining that balance. By seeking a cure, Miles reaffirms his commitment to heroism, protects the legacy of Black Panther’s gift, and keeps himself aligned with the core values that define Spider-Man. In a universe filled with temptations and dark paths, this choice solidifies why Miles Morales is—and always will be—a hero to believe in.

Miles Morales: Spider-Man #27 - "Webs of Wakanda" (2024)

written by Cody Ziglar art by Daniele Di Nicuolo & Bryan Valneza

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Spectacular Spider-Man (vol. 1) #215: The Monster Within

Read Date: June 07, 2023 Cover Date: August 1994 ● Writer: Mike Lackey ◦ Tom DeFalco ● Penciler: Sal Buscema ● Inker: Sal Buscema ● Colorist: Glynis Oliver ● Letterer: Clem Robins ● Editor: Mark Powers ◦ Danny Fingeroth ●

**HERE BE SPOILERS: Skip ahead to the fan art/podcast to avoid spoilers

Reactions As I Read: ● why is a well-dressed dude just hanging out in a sewer? ● aww, Pete and MJ are married in this one ● whew, Pete is in a dark place ● who is this heroic stranger?

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Synopsis: In the sewers below New York City, something has scared the rats that make it their home. The racket also attracts the attention of some slimy creature that also dwells in the sewers. Not far away, the Scorpion is on a rampage because he is on his wit's end. He has grown tired of being the Scorpion, as his transformation has made him incapable of having a normal life. Now he has to spend his time on the run from the authorities and super-heroes, all because of J. Jonah Jameson. He considers giving up on it all, but his rant is interrupted by a man named Phillip Cussler, Sr. Cussler suggests that the Scorpion crush his enemies, and offers his support. Cussler, a self-made millionaire, feels a kinship with the Scorpion because he is wary of the law-abiding world. Needing protection, Phillip invites the Scorpion back home to discuss business. Intrigued by the man's story, the Scorpion agrees to accompany him. As they wade through the sewers, a strange creature lurks in the shadows.

Meanwhile, at the Daily Bugle, Phillip Cussler, Jr. is making an appeal to J. Jonah Jameson and Joe Robertson. He explains that his father has gone missing and he wants the Bugle to publish a story asking for help, and that he is offering a large reward. As Jonah and Cussler the elder go way back, Jonah promises all of the Daily Bugle's resources to help him find his father. Joe leaves the office to get a photographer on the case. As Peter Parker has seemingly gone to ground, Joe suggests that Kate Cushing hire their new cub photographer, Angela Yin. Still, Kate tries to call Peter Parker. Surprisingly Parker answers the phone, but with his Aunt May's frail health and the villains that have been threatening his home, he has too much going on and declines the offer. However, when he hears about Phillip Cussler's disappearance, Peter asks more about it.

That evening, the Scorpion is brought to one of Phlillip Cussler's china shops. there Phillip, Sr. tells the Scorpion that his son has forced him out of the family business and weeks to utterly ruin the boy. When the Scorpion asks if Phillip wants the store trashed, he refuses. Cussler then begins hacking into one of the company computers in order to erase the financial records so he can later sick the IRS on his son. Watching Cussler work, the Scorpion is impressed and figures that this genius will be able to help him come up with a way of defeating Spider-Man once and for all. With the records eliminated, Phillip then turns the Scorpion's attention to the safe. The following morning, When Phillip, Jr., discovers the damage done to his business and calls the police and the Daily Bugle. Arriving on the scene are J. Jonah Jameson and Angela Cheng. When Angela suggests that this is the work of the Scorpion, Jonah dismisses her at first. Then he thinks that the capture of the Scorpion could be the story that will give the sales boost the Daily Bugle needs.

That afternoon, Spider-Man is scouring the city looking for the Scorpion, unimpressed having to deal with him so soon after their last battle. Meanwhile, a mysterious man has just walked out of a grocery store to get some food. His worries are quickly put aside when he spots a child running across the street about to be struck by an oncoming car. This man is able to leap across the width of the road, pulling the child out of harm's way. After handing the boy over to his father, the man runs away before someone recognizes who he is. Meanwhile, Spider-Man has forced information about the Scorpion out of a local stoolie. He learns that the Scorpion is trying to get a group of men for a job. Figuring this is going to be an attack on another Cussler china shop, but with eight franchises in the city, the wall-crawler wonders what is happening next. While down in the sewers, Mac Gargan is enjoying a meal prepared for him by Cussler. This has given him the opportunity to take off his costume and act like Mac Gargan for the first time in forever. He wonders if it is time to leave the life of the Scorpion behind and go straight, but he owes Cussler and decides to continue with this next score.

By this point, Phillip Jr. has connected his stores computers with the Daily Bugle so they know which one of the stores his father will target next. When they get an alert to that the store located at Herald Square. As Jonah, Phillip, and Angela rush to the scene, it is the last store that Spider-Man is checking that day. There he spots the Scorpion's hired goons and attacks them. Inside the store, Phillip, Sr. is working on erasing the computer files on the computer. Hearing the battle outside, the Scorpion goes outside to face his long time enemy. The Scorpion allows Spider-Man to see him go into the sewers, luring the hero into a trap. There the web-slinger is swarmed by more armed thugs. As Spider-Man fights off these attackers, Jonah and the others arrive on the scene and spot Phillip's father watching the battle from a manhole. When Phillip tells his father to stop, the elder Cussler warns them to stay away, brandishing a wrench as a weapon to keep them at bay. Down in the sewer, Spider-Man fights through the gang to battle the Scorpion. As the pair battle it out, a strangle sentient pile of slime attacks the Scorpion's hired thugs. Spider-Man beats the Scorpion into submission and then notices that the thugs have been completely consumed by the pile of slime that suddenly appeared in the sewer.

Dismissing this as a minor concern, Spider-Man begins to clilmb up to the surface to try and find Phillip Cussler's father. His spider-sense begins to warn him of danger above. Before he can turn and see who is attacking him, he strikes out. The web-slinger realizes too late to stop himself from striking Cussler the elder. The strength of the blow sends Cussler slamming into a wall. This moment is photographed by Angie Chang, much to the delight of J. Jonah Jameson. As Phillip rushes to his father, Spider-Man is horrified by what he has done. Jonah gloats that the wall-crawler has gone too far and this will be the end of his career. Fleeing to the rooftops, Spider-Man watches as Cussler is being loaded into an ambulance. Blaming himself, Spider-Man reminds himself of the most important lesson he ever learned, "with great power comes great responisibility", however in this brief moment he has failed in maintaining this motto.

(https://marvel.fandom.com/wiki/Spectacular_Spider-Man_Vol_1_215)

Fan Art: Spider-Man VS Scorpion by RyanLord

Accompanying Podcast: ● Untold Talks of Spider-Man - episode 12

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cherienymphe · 3 years ago

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Forget Me Not (Peter Parker x Reader)

WARNINGS: Spider-Man No Way Home Spoilers, DUB-CON touching, NON-CON, jealous!Peter, infidelity

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summary: Peter’s road to hell is paved with good intentions.

Despite the fact that you were 3 weeks into this course, this was the first day that you’d ever taken notice of Peter Parker. You had been confused when his name was announced alongside yours, put together to write a paper that shouldn’t take any more than a week. The name was unfamiliar to you, and while the class was relatively large, you had at least been able to faintly put a face to the names of your classmates. However, that name brought forth no fuzzy features in your mind. You started to wonder if the professor had made a mistake, but the fault was all yours.

A shadow had been cast over you as the class ended, and you sharply inhaled when your eyes rose to meet dark brown ones. Not only were you mildly shocked that there was a Peter Parker in your class, but you were rendered speechless by the sight of the handsome young man. His dark brown curls were messy, giving him a boyish allure, but the sharp lines of his face and jaw were anything but. His smile was soft, a far cry from the dim nature of his eyes. Peter Parker was a handsome contradiction.

“Peter,” he finally introduced, offering his hand to you as you stood.

You briefly shook it, a shudder passing through you at the feel of his skin against yours as you gave him your name. The dark-haired man eyed you, and you cleared your throat.

“I feel like a terrible person,” you told him with a sheepish smile.

He tilted his head at you, smile growing a bit.

“Why…?”

“I didn’t even know you were in this class. When the professor said your name, I was positive that he’d made a mistake,” you confessed.

To your surprise, Peter wasn’t offended. In fact, he even let out a soft laugh as he waited for you to grab your stuff.

“I like to keep to myself,” was his simple response, shoulders shrugging.

“Well, you have done a great job of that.”

“Oh, thank God,” he dramatically sighed as you left the classroom. “I was worried that I was getting a reputation on campus.”

You found yourself chuckling, something you hadn’t been doing a lot of lately. You couldn’t help but to eye the former stranger as he started to ramble on about possible paper topics. His t-shirt clung to him, and at first glance, he didn’t seem like the kind of guy who should have muscles of any kind. He struck you as someone who played a lot of video games and read a lot of comics, but the more you stared at him, the more you realized that his toned appearance suited him just fine.

“What about Spider-Man?” you suddenly wondered.

He stopped mid-sentence, and you watched the way he tensed. It only lasted for maybe half a second, and the tautness in him was gone just as quickly as it came. He pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek, straightening his backpack on his shoulder before looking to you with a faint smirk on his pink lips.

“Spider-Man? Why are you interested in writing about a criminal?”

“It’s funny that you say that because that’s what I want to explore. Some people see him as a hero, and some people…not so much.”

He held your gaze as you continued.

“No one can deny what he’s doing though, but if the legality is the only difference between a hero and a vigilante, then why does such a distinction even exist if they both do the same thing? Furthermore, shouldn’t it make people look into their own legal authority figures if some random man in a suit can do their job better than them? Shouldn’t people question the people they’ve placed in charge of their safety?”

Peter looked away, smirk growing, and something about it was familiar to you. You had the strangest sense of déjà vu.

“Supporting Spider-Man means supporting anyone who decides to take the law into their own hands because they feel they can do a better job. It’s a slippery slope into being judge, jury, and executioner,” he argued, eyes darkening just a tad as if he were looking at something you couldn’t see.

“…and that’s an excellent point that can be brought up in our paper.”

He glanced at you out of the side of his eye, and you sent him a hopeful smile. His feet slowly brought him to a stop, and you did the same, turning to look at him as he seemed to think it over. With a deep sigh, he returned your smile, and yours grew. You didn’t miss the way his eyes briefly fell to your lips before connecting with yours again.

“Alright, partner. We’re doing our paper on Spider-Man,” he agreed.

Your excitement must have been contagious because he softly laughed with a shake of his head as you eagerly gave him your number, taking his too.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m kind of swamped this semester, and the last thing I want to worry about is a paper. I say we knock this out as soon as we can,” you proposed, eyes briefly drawn to your screen as a familiar name popped up.

“You and me both. I need to get to my next class but send me a good time and place to meet up,” Peter said, already in the process of walking away.

You were grateful for that, smile smoothly slipping from your face as soon as he turned his back, swallowing down a sigh as you answered your phone.

Peter raised one dark brow at you, and you rolled your eyes at the look he gave.

“You sound like the kind of person we should all be watching out for,” he said, tapping his pen against the keys of his laptop.

“Think what you want, but if I had any kind of supernatural or superhuman talents, I don’t think I’d be doing anything differently from Spider-Man. Let’s face it… The law can only do so much. Humans can only do so much, and I think people’s lives are more important than the law,” you said with a shrug.

He didn’t respond, simply smiling down at his laptop, and you suddenly realized how comfortable you had become around the other man within the last week. He was incredibly smart, an unsurprising conclusion but still impressive, nonetheless. Peter was easy to talk to, sometimes interacting with you in a way that was almost too familiar, like he’d known you for years instead of a matter of days. However, instead of feeling strange, it felt relaxing. Such a thought had you frowning, and you suddenly felt like you were doing something wrong.

You hardly knew Peter. In fact, so much of him was a mystery to you. He didn’t talk about his family or any friends, not even a random anecdote about his childhood. The man was practically a blank canvas, and you found yourself wanting to fill it with some color. You felt guilty that you were more comfortable around this stranger than your own boyfriend in months, but you knew that the mystery surrounding him created the pull. It was what contributed to your ease because you were so focused on knowing more.

Peter’s own actions didn’t exactly help.

The man was so intense, the kind of intensity you didn’t normally see in people your age. Whenever you talked, he looked at you like he was ensnared by the very sound of your voice, hanging onto your every word like it was gospel. He gave you his full attention, dark eyes so deeply focused on your face that if you didn’t know any better, you’d swear he was staring into your soul with your eyes as the windows. One look made you feel more alive than a whole slew of touches from your boyfriend, and there were moments where he’d let his guard down. They wouldn’t last more than seconds, but something would briefly slip, and he’d have the kind of eyes that had seen a lifetime of things you couldn’t even begin to understand.

Peter Parker was a mystery that you desperately wanted to figure out…and that was bad.

“I didn’t realize how late it had gotten,” you suddenly said as you glanced at the time.

Peter hummed, stretching a bit, and you glanced away.

“Is that your subtle way of telling me to leave?”

You shook your head, fighting back a smile and stood.

“Not at all. I was actually about to make some tea to help me stay awake, but I’m just not too sure how my boyfriend would feel about coming home to this so late at night. He can be…moody,” you mumbled.

Peter nodded, eyes glinting with something unfamiliar at that as he stood too.

“Flash, right?”

You had only mentioned him a few times, maybe two, and you struggled to remember if you had ever said his name.

“Yeah,” you quietly said, once again stewing over your relationship when Peter spoke again.

“I can make your tea for you. Lavender, right?”

Your fingers hovered near your laptop, frown deepening as you glanced at him. His face was even, albeit a bit inquiring, and held no indication that anything was out of the ordinary. If anything, he seemed to be staring at you strangely now, and you blinked when you realized why.

“Uh…yeah,” you finally answered.

You watched him, mind whirling and brain scrambling.

“How did you know that?”

His reply was seamless, not even missing a beat.

“You mentioned it the other day, I think. Something about it helping your anxiety, right?”

You blinked, eyebrows raising as he said this. It was the truth, and even though you didn’t remember telling him that, it was the only explanation as to how he knew. Not even Flash knew, and again, you were forced to briefly reflect on your relationship. Peter was still practically a stranger, and you had mentioned it in passing so easily to him? Maybe it was finally time for you to come to terms with what you’d been debating for months. You mumbled a ‘thank you’ when Peter finally brought you your tea, brows furrowed a bit as he sat back down.

Peter only stayed for another hour or so, leaving your apartment long before Flash finally came home. Like always as of late, his greeting was lackluster, far too preoccupied with his phone as he texted his frat brothers about whatever upcoming event they were hosting. You sighed when you heard him go into your room, wondering to yourself when you had fallen into this depressing routine. Your relationship with your boyfriend had never been bad. Even now, it wasn’t ‘bad’ per say. A relationship had to exist for it to be considered bad, and yours was practically nonexistent.

You were sure he didn’t mean to, but he hardly paid attention to you anymore. These days, he never asked about your day or told you about the latest frat incident or even talked about your future like he used to. Part of you wondered if he was taking you for granted, growing so used to your presence that he didn’t see the need to work for it anymore. Even as you slipped into bed later in the night, you somehow knew that you’d feel less alone if there was one less person at your side.

“Flash-.”

“Five more minutes,” he called to you, doing nothing to prevent himself from being dragged away by someone else yet again.

Your face fell, and you resisted the urge to huff as you waited by the door. The party was supposed to end hours ago and you and Flash were supposed to leave 40 minutes ago. Neither of those things happened, and you felt your mood worsening as the seconds ticked on. Too fed up and annoyed, you turned and exited the rowdy house with a shake of your head. Your apartment was quite the ways away, and Flash had drove, but you didn’t care. Hopefully the walk home would actually improve your mood.

You needed to break up with Flash.

The truth of what needed to be done had been staring you in the face for a while now, and you weren’t even sure why you let it go on for this long. You were unhappy, and you were sure he forgot you existed half the time. What kind of relationship was that? Your anniversary was coming up and instead of feeling excited, you only dreaded the day. At the moment, you wanted nothing more than to go home and make a cup of tea before sinking into bed. At that, your thoughts drifted to Peter, and your stomach simultaneously sank and fluttered.

The paper was finished with a few days to spare, but the brief project had bloomed a gradual friendship that you still didn’t know how to feel about. You and Peter weren’t besties or anything, far from it, but you felt like you’d been talking to him more than you had your own boyfriend. The other man made you feel like you were more than your dying relationship. As if you’d conjured him up, you watched as he stepped out of the store you were in the process of passing, and his smile was instantaneous when his eyes met yours.

“You’re a little dressed up for a late-night stroll,’ Peter teased, drinking you in with a small smile on his face.

You felt your face heating up as he eyed you, struggling to hold his gaze when your eyes met again.

“I just came back from a party,” you told him.

His face fell a bit at your tone, and your eyes found the sidewalk.

“Frat party?” he guessed, and you sadly nodded.

Neither one of you needed to say what went unspoken, and you watched the way his face hardened just a tad, jaw briefly clenching in time with his eyes narrowing.

“Well,” he breathed, shoulders sagging. “At least let me walk you home.”

You started to protest but thought better of it, relenting with a nod and an appreciative smile. The walk home was quiet, and despite the fact that you’d walked home with Flash numerous times, you felt safer with Peter at your side than anyone else. Even though neither one of you spoke, what went unsaid was still heavy in the air. Where was Flash? Why did he let you go alone? Why are you still with him? Peter never indicated as much, but you got the feeling that he didn’t care for your boyfriend, and you found yourself running out of reasons as to why that should upset you.

When you made it to your place, you invited Peter inside. There was no telling what time Flash would finally return, and at the moment, you really didn’t want to be alone. Peter seemed to hesitate, like he was fighting with himself, and you were just about to relieve him of the burden when he agreed. He refused your offer of anything to drink or eat, but you definitely needed something to do, and that was how you found yourself on the couch, nursing a drink while Peter comfortably sat on the other end.

“How did you and Flash meet?” he suddenly asked you, and you couldn’t tell whether or not he was trying to distract you.

“We met in high school,” you told him. “Didn’t date until senior year.”

“Midtown…”

Your eyes met his, and you tilted your head at him.

“I didn’t realize I’d told you what high school I went to,” you said, more to yourself than him.

Peter cleared his throat.

“You didn’t. I know Flash went there.”

While you were relieved that your memory wasn’t that bad, you were thrown however that Peter knew that. The question must’ve been in your gaze, and again, Peter looked like he was debating with himself, lips pressed together before he spoke.

“I briefly went there,” he confessed.

You perked up at that, a curious smile on your face.

“Really? I think I would’ve remembered you, Peter,” you chuckled.

He shrugged, a small smile on his own lips as he stared at the cushions of the couch.

“Like I said, it was briefly. I don’t remember you either, but Flash Thompson is a hard name and personality to forget,” he mused.

You couldn’t bite back your smile at that, nodding in agreement. You both fell into a comfortable silence, just enjoying each other’s company as you took another sip. You glanced at the clock, mood falling a bit as you realized that your boyfriend still wasn’t home.

“Do you love him?”

Peter’s question shocked you, but it did not offend you, and it took you a while to answer. Peter’s gaze was intense, almost seeming desperate as he awaited your answer.

“I did. At least…I thought I did, and sometimes I still think I do, but I’m starting to realize that maybe I don’t know what love is,” you honestly answered. “He is my first boyfriend, after all, and I’m slowly accepting that maybe I’m too young to think I have it all figured out.”

You couldn’t tell if Peter was satisfied with your answer or not, and you suddenly straightened, your curiosity to know more about Peter getting the best of you. So much of him was still a mystery.

“What about you? I feel like you know way more about me than I intended for you to, and I hardly know anything about you…”

Peter seemed to freeze, dark eyes widening just a little before he blinked. He pursed his lips, looking away as he leaned back into the seat. His eyes were thoughtful, and his brows were drawn together as he seemed to contemplate your question.

“I had a girlfriend…”

You noted his word use, a frown of your own forming. Peter seemed so far away as he stared past you, and you desperately wanted to know what he was seeing, who he was seeing. He licked his lips, sighing.

“…but circumstances made it so that we didn’t work out, and even though there isn’t any bad blood between us…”

His eyes met yours then, softening with a vulnerability that made your chest ache.

“Sometimes it feels like she doesn’t remember me, at all.”

You softly exhaled, gazing back at him with a somber expression.

“I’m sorry. I…I can’t imagine what that must feel like,” you genuinely replied.

Peter’s only reply was a sad smile, and your relationship ‘problems’ suddenly seemed so insignificant. All you had to do was break up with someone who was clearly already halfway out of the relationship, and yet Peter couldn’t be with someone he evidently still wanted to be with. You did not envy him one bit.

You were drunk. It wasn’t something you made a habit out of, but even the most incompetent person could realize when they were inebriated, and you were so drunk. Another frat party that carried on hours after it was supposed to end, another hour after that of empty promises, and somehow, you’d made it home. You didn’t even remember leaving nor how you managed to get home, but here you were, hair soaking with tears as you stared at the ceiling that was moving just a little too much. And you were alone. That was the kicker.

You were alone once again.

You’d tried to talk to Flash, tell him about how neglected you’d been feeling for months. You tried to tell him that you felt ignored and taken for granted and like a stranger to your own boyfriend. You told him that you felt more alone when he was sleeping right next to you than not, and what did he do? You closed your eyes, a sour taste in your mouth as you recalled his laughter.

He’d called you silly, needy even. He’d made you feel like you were the one in the wrong before ignoring you for his ‘frat bros’, essentially proving your point. You couldn’t remember a time where you’d been so angry and hurt and embarrassed all in one. Only Flash could accomplish such a task, and before you’d known it, you’d thrown your drink all over him. If you weren’t over before, you had to be now, and you wondered what this meant for you. This was what you wanted, right? What you’d been psyching yourself up to? You didn’t have time to come up with an answer because someone was knocking on your door.

Truthfully, it was more like a pounding. You were grateful that the alcohol was still in your system because if you’d been hungover, the person on the other side would’ve dealt with everything you really wanted to take out on Flash. There was hardly a pause in the knocks, and they almost sounded hurried. Desperate and frantic. Peter Parker was the last person you expected to see when you opened the door, and your eyes were just as wide as his.

“Peter…? What… What are you doing here?”

He frowned, eyes pooling with concern as he looked at you as if you’d grown a second head.

“What am I-? Y/N, you texted me. A lot,” he replied.

You blinked, mouth parting. He dug around in his pocket for what you assumed was his phone.

“None of it made sense, and your voicemails made me even more confused…”

You pressed your hand to your forehead with a sigh.

“I got worried, and I… I had to check on you,” he quietly finished, showing you the texts and missed calls.

Embarrassment flooded you, and you scratched the back of your head, sheepish.

“I’m sorry, I…”

You trailed off, struggling to gather your thoughts and form them into words when Peter spoke again.

“Are you okay?”

His voice was soft, tone gentle as he inquired about your wellbeing, and it just hit you how long it’d been since someone asked you that. A few tears escaped without your consent, and you didn’t object when Peter pushed his way inside. He urged you to go sit down, and you did, listening to him tamper around in the kitchen. You sat there for a while before he returned with a cup of lavender tea. You sent him a grateful smile, and despite your unsteady hands, you were able to take a few sips. Peter’s gaze remained on you the entire time.

Neither of you spoke, and you were beyond thankful that Peter wasn’t pushing you to talk. He just sat there in his grey sweats and grey hoodie, dark curls unruly as if he’d just gotten out of bed, and with a start, you realized that that’s probably exactly what happened. As if you didn’t feel bad enough already.

“Stop that,” he murmured.

You blinked at him, and he ran his dark eyes over you.

“Whatever it is you’re thinking. Stop it,” he repeated.

Your eyes fell to your lap, and you sniffed.

“I talked to Flash about…well, everything…”

You set the cup down, and briefly glanced at Peter, finding his dark gaze resting intently on you.

“…and he laughed at me. Somehow he made me feel worse than I already did, and I didn’t think that was possible.”

You looked at him again, and his face was cloudy now, brows furrowed and jaw clenched as he listened to you. Peter didn’t look happy, and as he glanced away with an exasperated sigh, you noticed that look again. He looked as if he was fighting with himself. About what, you didn’t know.

“Why couldn’t you have been my boyfriend?”

The words escaped before you had time to register them, and it was almost impressive how quickly Peter’s gaze snapped back to you. More tears spilled over, and you wiped them, tongue darting out to wet your lips, and Peter’s eyes seemed to be drawn to the action.

“I know that’s not nice to say or think, but… You listen to me and remember things that Flash would think are so insignificant. You don’t make me feel useless or unimportant…”

You trailed off at the thunderous expression on his face, and Peter was suddenly up and kneeling before you, hands on your face. His eyes that normally concealed so much were bleeding with an anger and desperation and regret that confused you. Your confusion was put on a halt when his lips met yours.

You had the strangest sense of déjà vu when he kissed you, soft lips moving against yours in a way that reminded you of what it was like to be kissed like this. His thumbs traced patterns into the skin of your cheeks as he breathed you in, and you noted that Peter kissed you like he was somehow trying to both forget and remember you at the same time. It was a kiss that made your head spin, and even though alcohol was swimming through your system, you noted that this was wrong. Your feelings may have been justified, but your feelings didn’t justify this.

Peter allowed you to breathe when he trailed his lips down to your neck, tasting your skin with fingers kneading at your flesh. You felt the seat of the couch at your back, Peter pressing down on you between your legs. He was tasting any part of you that your dress would allow, and your lashes fluttered, fingers twisting into his hair. Heat surrounded your entire frame, body on fire with ecstasy, the spell only breaking when Peter’s fingers crawled up your bare leg, grazing the skin beneath your dress.

It was like a switch, your reaction instantaneous as you pressed your hands to his chest, pushing against him. Peter’s face was pinched, dark eyes staring you down as you forced him to sit up. Both of your breathing was labored, and your eyes were wide with the guilt of what you’d just let happen. You opened and closed your mouth, struggling to find the right words to say after that.

“Y-you should go,” was all you could settle on.

You watched Peter’s face fall, a pain in his eyes that was far too strong to make sense of. His own lips were parted, breath shaky as he reached for you. His fingers ghosted over your jaw, and you couldn’t hold his gaze anymore.

“I’m sorry that I worried you and made you-.”

“You didn’t make me do anything.”

His tone was firm, and you got the feeling that there was some other meaning behind his words. You wrapped your arms around your frame, closing yourself off to him as your eyes found the floor.

“Please go,” you quietly urged him, and after what seemed to be much struggle, Peter finally pulled away.

You kept your eyes down, unable to look at him as he did as you asked. You only allowed your shoulders to droop when the sound of the closing door reached your ears.

You were alone when a knock sounded on your door a few weeks later. You were busy sorting through old photos of you and Flash and old remnants of your relationship when you were pulled away. With a sigh, you dropped a photo and moved towards your door. You froze at the sight of the other person on the other side of the peephole, hesitating for only a moment before deciding to stop being a coward. You hadn’t seen nor talked to Peter since that night.

A backpack was slung over his shoulder, and his dark eyes were the most expressive you’d ever seen them. He sent you a small smile, and you hesitantly returned it. You were unsure of where you stood with him, but Peter was a nice guy, a good friend, and you didn’t want to lose him. But considering your rocky relationship, and your unsure feelings about Peter, you knew that he was the last guy you should be friends with.

You silently stepped aside to let him in, and your eyes fell onto that backpack again. You could feel his eyes on you, and you lifted yours to meet his gaze. There was such a storm of emotions there that you didn’t even attempt to identify them all. Only opting to watch as he set it down. With a deep breath, you figured that you should be the one to say something.

“Peter-.”

“Let me…let me go first,” he softly interrupted, gaze heavy. “…because I have a lot to say.”

You blinked, having not expected that, before giving him a slow nod.

“…okay…”

Peter seemed unsure of how to go about this, and you curiously eyed him, watching the contemplation on his face. With a purse of his lips and a shake of his head, he reached out, flicking his wrist, and your eyes widened as familiar webbing snapped your open window shut. Your mouth fell open, shock coursing through you as you looked at him again. You didn’t know what to say, and so you said nothing, simply sitting down as you processed what he’d just silently revealed to you.

You knew that Spider-Man was someone walking around just like you, an every day individual just with a gift. However, you never could’ve imagined he’d be so close. Oddly, you weren’t that surprised, and you slowly exhaled, eyes meeting his again. Peter was obviously waiting for some kind of reaction, good or bad, and all you did was send him a comforting smile.

“You’re Spider-Man,” you stated the obvious.

“I’m Spider-Man…and…could you have believed that I was Spider-Man before I showed you?”

His question threw you, but you shook your head, nonetheless.

“No…probably not,” you said with a chuckle.

Peter licked his lips, grabbing his backpack before hurriedly sitting next to you. Your curiosity grew, and you watched him dig inside before pulling out a scrapbook. He stared at it for a while, resting it in his lap and resting his hand on top of it before looking into your eyes.

“We went to high school together,” he began, making you frown. “In fact, we dated. We were together for years, but then I had to make you forget me for a lot of reasons, but mostly to make things right, and I had the opportunity to-.”

“Wait, wait,” you interrupted, head spinning as his words hit you. “I’m sorry, what?”

Clearly, he thought that repeating himself was useless, and he instead opted for opening the scrapbook. You didn’t think it was possible for you to be even more shocked and confused, but you were proven wrong as your eyes fell onto the pictures before you. You felt like you were having an out of body experience as you stared at them, movements robotic as you flipped from page to page. Your frown deepened, and it was hard to describe the emotions that hit you.

The pictures captured moments of a happy couple. A couple in love. Sometimes they were laughing, always smiling, and usually at the camera. Some were taken by a third party, usually when one or both members of the couple weren’t looking, but in some… In some, the couple were staring at each other with a look you’d never even seen in the mirror before, and the one thing they all had in common were the subjects. Every single one of these photos starred Peter…and you.

“We were happy…”

You were. You could see it.

“…and there’s so many other things I want to tell you, but none of that is as important as this.”

You continued to stare at the photos, knowing they weren’t photoshopped. They couldn’t be, and you were slowly accepting the truth of Peter’s words. You had so many questions. Why did you forget? How did you forget? Did you know he was Spider-Man? Did anyone know? However, there was one question that stood above the rest.

“Why are you showing me this?” you asked him, eyes meeting his again.

Peter blinked, brows drawing together as his face clouded over.

“I was only supposed to look after you, you know?”

You frowned.

“When I found you and realized that your life would be better off, that you’d be safer, if you didn’t know the truth, I was only supposed to watch after you. That’s all I was going to do…”

His eyes shone.

“I was going to make sure you were happy and safe and better off. Even when I realized that you were with Flash now, it hurt like hell, but all I cared about was your happiness.”

You brushed your fingers over a picture.

“…but you’re not happy,” he spat, and you looked at him again.

He looked angry, regretful.

“He’s treating you like shit, and you’re miserable and feeling neglected, and I told myself that it would get better. I told myself this was just a bump in the road for you, but it would get better because I did the right thing, and it has to work out.”

Peter’s voice shook.

“…but then you said you wished I was your boyfriend-.”

“I was drunk-.”

“But it was the truth. You meant it because deep down, you know that’s how it should be.”

You set the book down, shaking your head.

“Peter… I’m with Flash. No, our relationship isn’t perfect, but I’m with him, and if I really wanted to leave him, I would’ve broken up with him that night instead of trying to talk about it,” you honestly said.

“You’re not supposed to be with him. You’re supposed to be with me,” he said through clenched teeth, eyes glistening.

The change in atmosphere unnerved you, and you suddenly wanted to be anywhere but here.

“I was going to let it go, let you go, but nothing is right. None of this is right-.”

“Peter, I think you should-.”

“May is gone,” he choked out, and your eyes widened. “I don’t have anyone.”

You didn’t know who May was, but the despair in his eyes was hard to miss, and your heart clenched as you watched Peter fall apart before your eyes.

“I thought I could make it better by just looking after you and making sure you were happy, but I can’t. He’s not treating you right, and it makes me sick because you’re not even supposed to be his!”

Peter was standing now, towering over you, and you were frozen in place.

“You’re mine! You were mine first, and you would still be mine if I hadn’t-!”

He cut himself off, pressing the palms of his hands against his eyes. You didn’t know what to do, truthfully too afraid to do anything, and you jumped when Peter suddenly fell to his knees before you. His hands settled on your waist, and your discomfort grew.

“Do you remember the first day we met?”

You shook your head, and his desperation grew.

“No, I-.”

“Our first kiss? The first time we had sex?”

“Peter, I-.”

“I remember all of it. I remember what it was like to touch you and hold you and-.”

“Peter, please. You’re scaring me…”

He paused at that, staring at you for a long time before his hands tightened on your waist.

“Something in you remembers. I could feel it when you kissed me, and I see it in the way you look at me sometimes,” he whispered, jaw clenching.

You opened your mouth to protest, but your words died in your throat as Peter slowly pushed himself up, pushing himself closer until his nose was brushing against yours. You leaned back, wincing at his tight hold on your waist just as his lips barely brushed yours, so feather light that you could hardly feel it.

“I’m going to make you remember me.”

He swallowed any words you had left, covering your mouth with his own in a hungry kiss that took your breath away. You pushed against him, but unlike last time, he didn’t budge, only pressing himself against you as he forced you back. You were forced to know the extent of his strength as he pinned you beneath him, curving his hips into yours as he dragged his hands down your frame.

It was like your hands were air, doing nothing to deter him as his determination grew. In your fight against him, you lost your shirt, and it wasn’t long before your bottoms followed. The sound of your tearing underwear filled the room, and it almost didn’t feel real, what was happening to you.

“I’ve missed this,” he whispered, his fingers finding a home between your legs, dragging them over your core before pushing them inside.

Your mouth parted, hands pulling at him, trying to pull his away while the other dug your nails into his arm. Before you could say anything else, his lips found yours, tasting the inside of your mouth with vigor. You grew wet from his ministrations, soaking his fingers and the couch below you. You couldn’t stop yourself from clenching around him nor your lashes from fluttering, and he hummed into the kiss, curling and twisting his fingers in whatever way he liked. Really in whatever way you liked, because your body greedily tried to pull him back in every time.

You could feel him pulling at his sweats with his other hand, and that was all the warning you had. The air was knocked out of you when he sank into you to the hilt. Your nails pressed further into his arm, your other hand twisting the back of his shirt against him as you tried to pull him off. His thrusts were slow and gentle, his head into the crook of your neck, and you sank your teeth into your lip.

“I love you,” he chanted against your skin as he peppered kissed over your face and neck and shoulders.

Every slow drag of his cock had your legs shaking, fighting with everything you had to swallow your moans. You squeezed your eyes shut, your walls clinging to him, refusing to let him pull away, so eager to welcome him every time he slid back in. Peter lifted his head, pressing his forehead to yours as he fucked you, brows furrowed in concentration as you blinked. One hand pressed into your stomach, holding you in place so that he could reach behind his head and tug his shirt off. You wrapped your fingers around his wrist, trying to pull it off, but he merely leaned back in to kiss your jaw, his free hand ridding him of his pants completely, hips still slapping against yours.

“Do you remember? How good I made you feel? How happy I made you? We were so happy,” he brokenly moaned.

“Peter, please-.”

“You don’t belong to him,” he whispered. “You’re not supposed to be his.”

You gasped, trying to fight off the pleasure he was filling your body with.

“You’re mine, and I tried to pretend like you’re not,” he sounded pained. “I tried to let you go, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t, baby, I just couldn’t.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, a shaky moan escaping your lips. Your nails dragged down his dewy back, and he groaned at the feel.

“That’s right,” he breathed. “I’m yours.”

“Peter,” you panted. “Please, stop. You h-have to stop.”

You pushed your hands against his arms, feeling the chords of muscle and power beneath the flesh. He kissed you again, shaking his head as his hands found your wrists, pinning them beside your head. A sigh left him before he sharply inhaled, breathing you in.

“Never,” he said. “I lost everyone. I’m not losing you- I can’t lose you.”

One of his hands let you go, firmly gripping your face to hold you in place as he forced another kiss onto your lips.

“If I can’t make you remember,” he started, voice gravely and thick with longing. “…then I’ll make sure you never forget.”

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Made for Him VII

Warnings: this fic includes dark content including rape/noncon, blood and gore, violence, death, grief, and other potential triggering elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

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

Summary: Peter finds himself alone after the loss of those around him, so he decides to find a cure to his grief.

Characters: Peter Parker

Note: Sleepover today! I am tryna prioritise this because Halloween is already here and it is a themed sort of fic. Anyway, this chapter is kinda rough. Sorry.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. Thanks to everyone who reads this one and thank you for all your energy.

Love you all like Garfield loves lasagna. Take care. 💖

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Peter was startled when he realised. When he looked over the top of his book and realised she was gone. He sat up, nearly dropping the book entirely as he twisted in the chair and looked around. The television played the credits as the wobbly orchestra played over the columned text. He dumped the book in his seat as he stood, heart thrumming behind his ears.

The creak from overhead drew his eyes up. He huffed as he calmed, just slightly. The heavy stomp of her feet assured him she was not far, though he didn’t remember why she left. Had she said something to him? He found it hard to concentrate the longer he waited and their talk hadn’t inspired her to let him do more than his usual kisses. It was as if it had only scared her further away.

He went to the stairs against the wall and listened to the clamour from above. Curious, he tilted his head as he heard her giggling. He climbed carefully, keeping his steps light as his superhuman abilities aided in his silent ascent. He gripped the railing at the top and looked down at his white knuckles. The wood groaned in his grasp.

Sometimes, he forgot what he was. Who he used to be. A hero. He was Spider-man and here he was tiptoeing around this creature… woman. What was he so afraid of? She belonged to him. He gave her life, he gave her everything. It only felt more offensive that she should act so distant.

He continued down the hall and saw the top of her shadow as he neared the bedroom. He slowed and peered around the frame. The bed was a mess, the blanket half off and draped down to the floor as the sheet was totally stripped away. She held it around her body, swathed like a dress as she looked at herself in the mirror and turned, admiring the way she’d wrapped it. She was smiling at her reflection.

He watched her calmly, quietly. She didn’t notice him as she pulled the top tighter and tried to fluff out the tails. Her clothing was littered on the floor and the sheet drooped down her back as she tried to fix it. She was growing frustrated as the length weighed down the rest and she couldn’t get the top to hold with just a tuck. Peter let out a wispy breath as he felt the twitch in his pants.

“Where’d you go?” He said at last, spooking her so that her eyes rounded and she barely caught the sheet before it dropped entirely. It opened down her back and revealed her round ass and the curved arch of her back. She faced him with a bashful trill.

“Peter!” She clustered the sheet around her front.

“What are you doing in here?” He asked as he entered, unashamed as he felt himself bulging in his pants.

“Nothing,” she lied.

He grinned, trying to ease her, “Let me help.”

“No, I… dumb!” She proclaimed in embarrassment.

“No, it’s okay,” he neared her and reached for the sheet. He barely got a hold of it as she tried to avoid him. “Here, turn around.”

He pulled the sheet away and she clung to it, just for a moment before she obeyed. He noticed more and more how she hesitated to listen to him. But in the end, she always did. He let the sheet fall straight as he held it over her shoulders to hang in front of her. She turned to face her reflection again as he lowered it and pulled it taut to her chest.

Her nipples poked against the cotton and for a moment, he didn’t move as he took in the silhouette of her figure through the fabric. He swallowed a hum and put the end of the sheet to the middle of her back. She held her arms up as he began to wind it around her figure. She watched him as he came around her front and overlapped it, wrapping her nearly three times before securing it under her arm.

He let his fingers trail down what would be the bodice and she wiggled her shoulders and leaned to the right as she tried to see around him. He sighed and stepped aside so she could see his work. She tugged at the lower half, trying to fluff it out. He turned to check out the view from the side and she looked at him again.

“You did it,” she exclaimed and clapped, “pretty!”

He kept his lips sealed as his dick ached. If she noticed the outline of his need, she didn’t let him now. She was too focused on her makeshift gown to care. He hated that. There was always something more interesting to him.

“You’re welcome,” he said as he framed his hip and watched her.

“Oh!” She furled her fingers and looked at him guiltily, “thank you. I forgot.”

“It’s fine,” he said, dully.

“I like. Thank you.” She repeated, “you nice, Peter. Always give.”

Once more, she was looking at herself. She stepped closer and her smile wavered as she reached to trace the scars around her neck. She shrugged as if to forget them and dropped her clumsy hands.

Peter’s heart swelled and his groin knotted. It wasn’t exactly the best moment for it but when was the moment? After their talk, she was too confused to let him touch her and in the days since, she’d flitted away from him several times. And when she let him kiss her, she stopped him for some other distraction.

“Will you do something for me now?” He asked quietly, so low he wasn’t sure he actually said it.

She bounced as she broke away from the mirror and turned to him. His hand ran without thinking across the front of his pants. Her smile wavered as her eyes followed the movement. She twiddled her fingers before her and raised her brows. The dark bob she chose that day neatly trimmed her face and brought out her beauty.

“What do?” She asked in a tremor as she watched him squeeze himself through his shorts. He gasped as he couldn’t control himself, the pulsing of his dick throbbing through every part of him.

“You remember before?”

“I…” she looked to the floor, “yes, remember.”

Anger surged in him, for just a moment. How could she not want him? She owed him. After all he’d done and she acted so afraid. She was his! She was made for him.

“It hurts, again,” he went to the foot of the bed and sat, “and you love me, don’t you? You want to make me feel good?”

“Yes, love. Feel good but… why feel bad?”

“Because,” he pinched the button of his fly, “because I want you, precious. Don’t you want me?”

Her lashes flicked and she nodded frantically. She grabbed the sheet around her hips and lifted it as she came towards him. She stopped in front of him and folded her hands.

“I do what want,” she tried to smile and her lip tugged from within as she bit it.

He was annoyed. She was making him feel rotten for asking. But he needed it and he’d asked now. A yes was a yes.

He picked open his fly and pushed down the zipper. He lifted himself and rolled his pants to his thighs, just enough to pull out his aching length. He twitched as he brushed the bulging vein along his shaft and sat back down. She stood, waiting, staring at her hands.

“Here,” he stroked himself, just to feel the tingle, “get down.” He pointed to the floor, “on your knees.”

“Knees?” She wondered aloud.

“Trust me,” he said, “don’t you?”

She nodded and kept her gaze down. She moved the bottom of the sheet as she lowered herself and he held his hand out to her. She took it and he guided her closer as she settled on the floor. She wouldn’t look at what he was doing, even as he placed her hand around his dick.

“You don’t have to–” he huffed as he held her fingers tight.

“No, love,” she brought her eyes to his, “I do.”

She pumped her hand suddenly, slipping from beneath his and he spasmed in surprise. He slapped his hands onto the bed as his stomach tightened and she did it again, to his tip then back down. She gripped him tight, so tight. Fuck.

He grunted as he watched her but the methodical rhythm of her strokes irritated him, making it hard to latch onto the ultimate end. He whimpered at the sensitivity of his head as her fingers passed over it and he grabbed her wrists, stilling her. He couldn’t cum like this, not with this dry friction.

“Precious,” he purred as he leaned forward, brushing her chin with his fingers as he made her look at him, “will you try something else?”

Her eyes nearly popped out but she nodded again. “What make happy?”

“I told you, sometimes, that… we– you can—” he ran his knuckles up and down her neck and rubbed her chin again, “use your mouth.”

“Mouth…” She reached to touch her lips.

“Yes, um, on me,” he looked down as she squeezed him so tight he exclaimed, “fuck.”

“Sor–” She took her hand away as he released her, “I hurt?”

“A little,” he said, “but if you…” his heart flickered and he tilted his head and pointed to his mouth, “I did it to you, remember?”

Her eyes drifted in thought. She swallowed and shifted closer on her knees. Her lashes batted and he circled his fingers around his base, angling his tip as she watched his dick. She looked scared but she didn’t stop him.

“Just open your mouth, precious,” he coaxed, “alright?”

She parted her lips and he moved his hand behind her head, his other still firmly around his length. He urged her down and poked past her soft lips. She squeaked in surprise but let him keep going. He nudged her slowly onto him, her wet tongue sliding down as her warmth welcomed him. He touched the back of her throat and she tried to pull away.

He held her down, gripping her head harder. She pressed her hands to the rumple of his pants across his thigh and he pulled up and back down, coating his dick with her saliva, easing his intrusion. He bobbed her up and down, her wig slipping in his grasp. He ripped it off entirely and clamped her head between both hands, feeling the ridges of her scars.

“That’s it, precious,” he groaned as his eyes rolled back and he felt his peak rising, “fuck, that’s so good.”

He felt her squirming as he pushed her head down, past the resistance of her throat. The slick noise of her around him added to the pool of heat in his core. He squeeze his thigh, sinking her nails in as she gagged around him. He moved his hand down to her jaw and cradled her face as he fucked it. He felt warmth leak onto his hand. She was crying.

He didn’t care. He couldn’t. He was going to cum. He need to cum.

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