#spiderman x ps reader

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I am a mother of my children. I want your help to care for them. Please, I want to escape outside the country to treat my child and

start a new life away from the destruction.I have an autistic child who suffers from chronic kidney failure. I need medicines and health care, and because of the war on my city, I am unable to bring expensive medicines.I am suffering. I see my children sleeping without adequate cover or food, and skin diseases are spreading among them and me, and no one cares. I cannot buy detergents or medicine. I have a sick child with autism, who does not speak or hear, who is physically and mentally disabled, and who has kidney failure. and Please, you are our only hope in this situation we are going through. Through your donation to us, we will find safety and meet our basic needs. Donate $10 or $20, enough to protect my family from danger. If you cannot

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jungkook in multiverse: fanfics recommendation 💌

Your neighbour? Spiderman? Best friend? Husband? Idol? Your dead ex? Yeah, he can be that guy.

ps: thank you authors! love you guys. so much. your stories means the world to me <3 (like this is art piece! no joke

jungkook masterlist.

🌟miss taken by @junghelioseok | fluff | smut | teacher!au | single parent!au | e2l | completed

summary: you pride yourself on being a professional, but sometimes your students' parents really test your patience.

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🌟clandestine by @junghelioseok | smut | fluff | brother’s best friend!au | completed

summary: forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest.

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🌟 see both sides like chanel by @michuga | best friends to lovers, sexual tension, fluff, reader is a little absentminded, jk is a damn tease | completed

summary: your best friend, jeongguk, has only ever dated boys. unbeknownst to you, (he was also into girls).

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🌟 LATE NIGHT KOO 01:15 by @guksfairy | dabble, jungkook x reader | completed

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🌟 dream encounter by @michuga | jungkook x reader | completed

summary: you meet the man of your dreams. literally.

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🌟 heartwave by @chrrybbmb | spiderkook!, spideyjungkook, spideykook, spideyjk, spideykoo, spideyjk | ongoing

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🌟 i love you — a compilation by @kissforyouu | compilation of cute, funny and delicious stuff | completed

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🌟 peach and vanilla lip balm by @httpknjoon | genres | fluff, crack,  secret relationship au, established relationship au, friends to lovers au | completed

summary: No kissing rule was made between you and your secret boyfriend when he learned how you got your lip balm. But can Jungkook win in this rule he probably brought to himself?

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🌟Third Time's the Charm by @jjungkookislife | ex-boyfriend!jungkook x ex-gilfriend!reader | genre: crack, exes to lovers | completed

summary: Jungkook will do whatever it takes to get you back.

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🌟Inevitable by @ahundredtimesover | Genre/Tags: exes au, parents au, baseball player!JK; angst, fluff, smut (18+) | completed

summary:  You convinced Jungkook to break up years ago so he could pursue his lifelong baseball dream. Now he’s back home, staring at you, and the little boy next to you who looks unmistakably like him.

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🌟to be loved is to be seen by @twilghtkoo | pairings. idol!jungkook x reader | genres/aus. fluff, established relationship, idol!au | completed

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🌟 checkmate by @kookie-krumbss | genre : fluff, angst and smut | pairing : photography major/ bartender jungkook x econ major/ accountant reader | ongoing

summary: It's been 5 years since you've last been on the dating app - checkmate. The premise of the app is quite simple: enter your bucket list, and the algorithm finds your best mate to check off your bucket list goals. With a free premium pity membership given by the app, maybe its time to hop back onto the dating scene.

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🌟está dañada by @aquagustd | genre/rating — R | angst, fluff, smut | neighbor au, slow burn, singer!JK | completed

summary: life through the eyes of someone who watches you fall apart and helps gather the shards of your heart, only for you to make the same mistake time and time again, but he refuses to accept the truth because to him, you’re infallible.

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🌟 the jeons (gym daddy) by @justarkive | family!au, non.idol jungkook, girl!dad jk, fluff | ongoing

summary: a collection of chaotic family drabbles. thats it.

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🌟Blame Morpheus for your sins by @voitier | [mini-series!] friends to lovers, college au | ongoing

summary: 𝒾𝓃 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝒸𝒽... you and jungkook had been attached by the hip since you were little toddlers learning how to live in your own bodies, which led you two to spend most (if not all) of your life together. one weird dream makes your whole view about your best friend change. how will you live with that?

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🌟the lunchbox delivery by @jincapableoflove | genre: househusband! jungkook, corporate office worker! reader, established relationship, flufff | ongoing | drabble

summary: jungkook, your soft yet badass househusband, goes on a city-wide mission—apron and all—to deliver the lunch you forgot in your morning rush.

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🌟shameless by @kooktrash | genre/au: gym instructor!y/n x jungkook. infidelity au. obsessive [she/her. afab] yandere | completed

summary: unsatisfied with your current relationship, you find yourself swept into an affair with a regular at your gym. it turns out he’s not the sweet, charming man you fooled yourself into believe he was but for some reason, you keep going back to him.

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🌟long way home by @sparklingchim | genre: dilf!jungkook, friends to lovers | tropes: single dad jk, boxer!jk, !angst! | completed

summary: jungkook's life makes an 180 degree turn when he's suddenly a single dad and while you're trying to help him come accustomed to the new circumstances, your long-standing friendship takes new turns as well.

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🌟Assistant Boy by @httpjungkookcom | Genre: assistant boy!jungkook x desk receptionist!reader, smut | completed

summary: Summary | sitting pretty at a desk all day gets boring, dealing with minimal tasks and check ins. you're unbelievably excited when a new assistant joins the office. and said assistant is a pretty boy with an even prettier personality.

🌟 lovenotes by @voyter | neighbor au. secret admirer koo | completed

summary: trying your hardest to avoid valentine’s day, you suddenly find yourself at the center of it when a secret admirer starts leaving notes at your door.

🌟 Baby Girl by @euno11a | Pairing: DILF!Jungkook x PreSchool Teacher!Reader | ongoing

summary: You always gave yourself one rule, never fall for a single dad. It would be messy and you’d never be his number one. So why did your favourite kid’s dad have to be so hot?

🌟 Broke Boy, Fake Girlfriend by @aajjks | genre: 18+, crack, roommate au | fake dating \ completed

summary: Your annoying roommate, Jungkook’s shameless fake dating act goes hilariously wrong when he thinks he can charm you into paying for his café splurge, but you turn the tables with some dangerously sweet flirtation.

🌟Dentist appointment by @hellokittykookies | genre: fluff | completed

summary: you’re scared of the dentist and jungkook comes with you to cheer you up. Unexpected words come out of you after the appointment.

🌟Instagram by @jeo9n | genre: fluff, slow burn, friends to lovers | ongoing

summary: you’ve been texting jungkook on instagram non stop ever since he opened his account as a joke. but what you didn’t expect was for him to actually text you back.

🌟NO NUT NOVEMBER by @voyter | boyfriend!jk | completed

summary: jungkook and his friends are all in on the internet's most ridiculous trend: no nut november. but you’re determined to make your boyfriend lose — and you know just how to do it.

🌟Introvert by @avianyuh | completed

summary: Jungkook is an introvert. He enjoys seeing his friends, but he hates having to leave the house. When Jimin throws a birthday bash, Jungkook being one of his closest friends feels obligated to go. He has his whole night mapped out. He'll greet Jimin, eat some food and then leave once he's made small talk with the other guests. But when the party makes a detour and hits the club, Jungkook is plotting his escape route. Or at least he was until he met you.

🌟Winter things by @girlygguk | genre fluff, smut | golden retriever bf x black cat gf, long distance established relationship | completed

summary: it’s jungkook’s favorite time of year and the only thing on his list is you. getting to finally feel you, see you, meet you outside of his computer screen. now it’s happening. and, god, you’re even prettier in person.

🌟Hot Eve by @aajjks | smut, ex!boyfriend!jk | completed

summary: getting fucked raw by your ex boyfriend stuck in an elevator on Christmas Eve.

🌟NOT JUST ON CHRISTMAS by @girlygguk | genre established relo, college au, fluff, smut | pairing nerdy!jk x gf!reader | completed

summary: he's the first boy you've ever brought home for christmas. jungkook's nervous. you're horny.

🌟Inkling by @gguksgalaxy | AU: Tattoo Artist ›› Genre: Smut / Angst | completed

summary: Jungkook is your brother’s boyfriend’s co-worker, they own a tattoo and piercing parlour. In other words, he’s tall, gorgeous, has his passion literally etched into his skin, looks incredibly good in a man-bun, and is semi-unattainable for you. Why? Well…you’re not entirely sure but him ditching right after a very heated make-out session sure isn’t a good sign. His extremely poor mood the next week sure isn’t either, but the only way to fix it is to face the beast head-on. Right?

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🌟Better Than Him by @margotw10bis | roommate!Jungkook x reader | Genre: fake-dating; romance; smut; one-shot | completed

summary: When your boyfriend cheats on you and decides to bring his lover to the wedding you invited him to, you take vengeance by pretending you have a new boyfriend: your hot roommate.

[cherryrikis]

ONE LESS LONELY GIRL - 006 ! first time for everything

PAIRING idols riki x fem reader

SYNOPSIS fans always point out the chemistry between you and riki, and it only continues to grow after you become mc’s together on music bank. but as your feelings rise, so does the tension. and people begin to notice, so you try not to let riki know how you feel. but unbeknownst to you, he feels entirely the same way.

authors note no update yesterday (sorryyy) bc i decided to actually take a break! ps wc is 1.7k.. i got a little carried away😭

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after giving riki your number less than 24 hours ago, he wasted no time to use it. you knew that he would eventually text or call you, it just wasn’t expected to be so soon.

so you were not expecting to wake up from a text from him.

you somewhat screamed out loud, dropping your phone on the floor. but as soon as danielle came rushing in from the other bedroom, your clarity hit.

the clock next to your bed read 4:59 am. you realized, it was the middle of the night. everyone was sleeping, until you woke up the people who were now in front of you.

“what? what is it?” danielle sat on your bed with hyein following soon after.

as she moved to lay down beside you, hyein stared at the other two girls who you shared a room with. minji and haerin were still fast asleep, having been used to your habit of being loud at the slightest inconvenience. especially since you were known to wake up in the middle of the night.

“he texted me at two in the morning, and i didn’t see till now!” you squealed.

danielle groaned in annoyance. “oh come on y/n! i almost actually slept good knowing we had no schedule today. now i’ll never be able to go back to sleep!”

hyein ignored her, turning her attention to you. she lifted her head up from your pillow before taking your phone.

“if your crush texted you in the middle of the night, you’d be the exact same way.” she squinted at danielle. “too bad i don’t like anyone then.”

they both read the text from riki, examining it.

“what the fuck? you woke us up for a ‘hey’?” hyein’s mood changed as she read the message out loud.

“well i didn’t open it! i just saw the notification..” you whined.

“wait! what? look, it says he’s texting right now!” danielle pointed her finger to your phone as the bubble appeared, which indicated he was in fact typing.

‘u busy today?’

“what are you gonna say? why is he even awake right now?”

“i bet he detected that she read it. like some spiderman tingle. that’s his.. ni-ki senses.” hyein stifled a laugh.

“shut up! give me my phone.”

you smiled at the texts, before turning the phone off and tucking it under your pillow. you pulled up your blanket from the edge of the bed, but it didn’t move, feeling unusually heavy.

at the end of the mattress, laid hyein and danielle. they had fallen fast asleep throughout the duration of your conversation.

on a typical day, you would be annoyed. but today was no average morning. you had yourself a date with nishimura riki.

you couldn’t bring yourself to care about the fact that you had to sleep with no blanket. you still slept well, looking forward to what your evening will bring.

“where are you going all dressed up?” haerin sat down next to you on the couch, as she gestured to your outfit. it was nothing too special, just a tube top and some baggy cargos.

“she has a date with nishimura riki!” hyein chimed in from the kitchen.

“what?!” hanni, haerin, and minji exclaimed in unison.

“yeah, it happened this morning. but you guys were sleeping.” you shrugged, before leaning down to tie your shoes (which danielle so kindly picked out and handed to you).

“is he picking you up?” hanni questioned, suddenly intrigued.

“yes, he should be here.. around now, actually.”

as if right on cue, riki was knocking on the door of your shared dorm.

“i got it!” minji rushed as she beat danielle to the entrance.

she opened the door, which behind it, revealed your knight in shining armor. or in his case, a hoodie layered with a bomber jacket and cargo pants. but it was good enough for you. he looked good in anything he wore.

“y/n isn’t home. better luck next time.” haerin came up to him, pushing minji out the way. she began to slowly close the door, only for riki to hold it open.

“seriously haerin?” hyein scoffed. “if you actually locked him out, y/n would be so pissed.” “i was kidding! everyone knows he’s untouchable here anyway. it’s obvious that if anyone even breathes in the direction of her boyfriend-”

she slapped a hand over haerin’s mouth, pulling her away from the doorway and switching places with her.

“sorry about that. y/n’s just grabbing her phone from upstairs. you wanna come in? i think- woah, did you guys plan this?” hyein paused as you walked towards her. she examined your outfit, and then riki’s. you realized, you were basically matching with the same color scheme. even the same cargos.

“hey. you look good.” he smiled as you stood next to him. you pulled him into a hug before pecking his cheek, just like yesterday.

almost as if it was a natural instinct, he wrapped an arm around your waist to secure you beside him.

riki spoke up once more to answer your roommates question. “not at all actually, i guess we kinda matched by pure coincidence. but uh, y/n, we really should get going? it’s almost like, an hour long drive.”

as soon as those words left his mouth, danielle came up to you both from the kitchen. she disregarded hyein, gesturing for her to leave.

“get y/n home by 10, no later then. don’t get caught, or be recognized.” she paused, as she pointed her gaze towards his hand which now held onto your hip. “and absolutely no dating scandals.” danielle poked her finger at his chest to emphasize the last sentence, not caring about the fact that riki towered over her.

“home before 10, don’t be spotted, and don’t cause a dating scandal. got it. thanks dani.” he smiled, before leaving your dorm to take you to his car.

“next in line please.” the cashier called out in a bored and monotone voice. but as you two approached the counter, her face lit up.

you were almost certain she recognized you or riki when she began to whisper to the barista. but she had no reaction as she asked for your order. you second guessed yourself, as the cashiers tired expression returned once more.

“ladies first. what will you have?” riki asked.

“could i order the strawberry matcha latte, and the chocolate croissant?” you spoke, watching as she took your order.

“and for you?” the cashier questioned, gesturing towards riki.

“i’ll have what she’s having.”

“two strawberry matcha lattes and two chocolate croissants. your total is ₩32,000. just insert your card here.”

he did indeed pay for the food. but, neither of you noticed how when the receipt printed, the cashier tucked it into her pocket instead of giving it to you.

“do you like the drink?” you asked riki, as he took a sip from his cup. “it’s really good. good thing we came here, i’ve never tried something so simple but, it’s delicious. you didn’t try it yet?.”

“i’ve been eating the croissant the whole time! okay, here. see?” you paused, placing down the chocolate croissant to sip the drink out of spite. you thought riki was exaggerating, but you didn’t expect it to be even better than he described.

he chuckled as he watched your face light up. “see? it really is good, isn’t it? nice choice.”

the two of you had been out for hours, even as the cafe closed. but there was nowhere else to go that was private, so riki just settled to take you home.

you were both sat in riki’s car, parked in the underground garage of the condos where you both lived. riki had his head resting on your shoulder as you scrolled through your phones, randomly showing each other random tiktoks you thought were funny.

it was a small yet intimate moment, you cherished it. you both were having so much fun, you almost forgot being an idol was part of your everyday lives. with you, riki felt free. he was able to forget the pressures of his job. and you felt the exact same way.

neither of you noticed it was already a little past 10.

“shit. riki, we have to go. it’s already 10:25.” you exclaimed, suddenly hyper-focusing on the time on your phone.

“i’ll walk you to your dorm.” he smiled.

and so you stood in front of your door, but you weren’t ready to go in. and he wasn’t ready to leave you yet.

“i had a good time.” you said, bringing your hands up to hold onto his shoulders. “we should go out again.”

“i wouldn’t mind.” riki mumbled, before bringing his face down to meet yours, connecting your lips in one quick movement.

your breath hitched when you felt him deepen the kiss, as he brought a hand up to softly stroke your cheek.

slowly, he pulled away. but not far, as he rested his forehead against yours.

you smiled at him, leaning forward to peck his lips once more.

“thank you for today.” he whispered, pulling away entirely so he could clearly see you. “goodnight riki.” you lightly chuckled, thinking back to your texts from earlier.

“goodnight y/n.”

but as he was about to leave, the front door of your dorm is pulled open. the two of you were met with the angry faces of minji, danielle, and haerin. “get inside here! and you too riki.” exclaimed minji, as she dragged you both into the living room.

as soon as you both are pushed to sit onto the couch, you scrambled to explain yourselves. “i know we’re late, but we just last track of time. dani, we-”

“it’s not about that! look at this.” she interrupted, pulling out her phone to hand it to you.

“riki, did you just choose to throw the three rules out the window? those are three things you can never ignore especially as an idol.” minji groaned, rubbing her forehead.

“okay, yes, we missed curfew. but we weren’t recognized or anything.” he said, confused.

“riki..?” you called out. your hands began to shake as you showed him what was displayed on danielle’s phone.

riki had never been so shocked.

“you two should’ve been more careful.”

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[nieceeee]

Just For Tonight

PS: What happens when your mortal enemy shows up at your doorstep battered and bruised?

Pairing: spiderman!gojo x black!reader

WC: 1.4k

A/N: Something that was just in my head and I wanted to get it out. Not sure if I like it but I had writer's block and I needed to post something.

Tonight had been a success. 

You were just about to pull the skin tight black suit from your tired body, the leather feeling like a second skin as you gently remove it from your body. As the warm materiel comes off your skin, the cool night air hitting your bare skin. It's been a long night-- your latest heist went off without a hitch. The robbery was perfect, a clean getaway with your new favorite possession. A clear cut diamond necklace. You slipped in and out of the shadows like you always do, leaving only chaos in your wake. 

The adrenaline still buzzes through your veins, but now, there’s nothing left to do but let the rush wear off. A nice glass of wine, a warm bubble bath and your faux fur blanket is calling your name. Curling up in your bed and forgetting about the outside world was all you wanted to do for the rest of the night. After your shower, you slip into a black lace two piece set and make your way towards your bedroom. Wine glass in hand, hair tied back and skin moisturized, you walk back towards your bedroom. But just as you begin to hang the suit up, the soft sound of knocking interrupts my stride. Three taps against your front door. 

You freeze. 

Who the hell knows where I am? You think to yourself. You are for sure that you slipped out without a trace from the heist. Your heart beats a little faster, a slow pulsing warning trickling down your spine. 

There was only one person that could’ve potentially knew you location but… “That's not possible..” He wasn’t even around. Three. Little Knocks and a deep vibrato calls through from the other side of the door as you press your ear to it. “Kitty.” it speaks breathlessly. You gasp.

Gojo Satoru.

Spider-man.

You’ve faced him more times than you would ever care to admit, crossing paths in alleys and on rooftops. His mask hiding that arrogant smirk while you throw all your skill and wit at him. And he always beats you. Always. It’s absolutely infuriating—because you know what’s beneath that mask, you know the real Gojo. The real Satoru. He’s never just the hero, the do-gooder Spider-Man. 

He’s always something more, something... dangerous.

He’s the man who’s spent more time in your thoughts than you care to admit. But tonight? Something’s off. You’re not sure what it is, but the knock—three solid raps on the door—feels too urgent. Too desperate.

You try to ignore it. Pretend like you didn't hear it. But your instincts won't let you. His heavy presence sitting on the other side, waiting patiently. The air was heavy with uncertainty and pain. Do not open this fucking door. You reprimand yourself. You don’t owe him anything. He’s your enemy. Your rival. You don’t have to deal with him. 

But again, the knock comes. Three more taps, more frantic this time. Something inside of you shifts. Maybe it’s the way it feels like he’s not just knocking for the hell of it—maybe it’s the way it sounds like he’s reaching out for something, or someone, in a way that makes your gut twist.

You move before you can think it through, your hand already turning the doorknob before you even realize what you’re doing. You swing the door open, and there he is. Your Spider-Man. But not the confident, invincible hero you’re used to seeing.

His normally spiky white hair is matted down with blood, a trail of crimson streaking down his face, mixing with the dirt and grime from the streets. His iconic suit—the one that’s almost always perfect—is torn, shredded in places, as if he’s been through hell. His mask is gone, revealing a face twisted in pain, lips parted with shallow breaths.

He stumbles forward as the door swings open, barely managing to keep himself upright, and you catch a glimpse of the raw vulnerability in his eyes before he speaks. 

"I didn’t know where else to go."

You should be angry. You should slam the door in his face, tell him to go crawl back to whatever hero group he’s part of and leave you out of it. You should remind yourself that you’ve spent years as Black Cat, battling against him, using your every ounce of skill to outsmart him, outmaneuver him, to get ahead.

But instead, you’re frozen. 

You stare at him for a moment, processing the sight of Spider-Man broken, desperate for help, standing on your doorstep. The man who’s always made you feel inferior, who’s always been one step ahead, now crumbling in front of you as though you’re his last hope.

Your thoughts clash. You can’t help him. You shouldn’t help him. He’s your enemy. You know his secret identity, and he knows yours. Every time you’ve crossed paths, it’s been a battle of wits, a dangerous dance, one that always ends in defeat for you. You’re Black Cat. He’s Spider-Man. The line is drawn in blood.

But there’s something in his eyes that makes the usual anger and frustration dissolve into something... softer. Maybe it’s the way his shoulders are slumped, or the weakness in his voice. The vulnerability that you’d never thought he had. He takes a hesitant step forward, and you can’t help but instinctively step aside, making way for him to enter. You hate yourself for it. You shouldn’t do this.

He stumbles past you, falling to one knee as soon as he’s inside, his breath ragged and shallow. You watch him, heart racing for reasons you can’t understand.

“Shit, Gojo,” you mutter, your voice catching in your throat as you kneel beside him, almost against your will. “What happened to you?”

“I—” He hisses through gritted teeth, clearly struggling to stay conscious. “I didn’t... I didn’t think I’d make it. Thought it was the end this time. They got to me... some of the others—" He winces, his hand instinctively clutching at his side where a deep gash bleeds through his suit. 

You feel a sharp pang in your chest, but you push it down.

“Stop talking, Gojo.” You grab his arm, helping him upright, guiding him toward the couch. “You’re bleeding all over my floor.”

He laughs weakly, eyes glazed with pain. “You’re not exactly a hero, pretty kitty. You’re not supposed to care.”

The words cut deeper than you expect, because they’re right. You shouldn’t care. You shouldn’t be helping him. You should be pushing him out the door and leaving him to fend for himself. And yet, here you are. Tending to him like he’s not the person who’s ruined your plans for years.

You pull his torn suit away from his wound, your hands brushing his skin with surprising tenderness as you assess the injury. “Who did this to you?” you ask, your voice low, cold. “Tell me, so I can make them pay.”

He lets out a ragged breath, eyes flickering with confusion. “Awe kitty. Sounds like you’re really starting to like me.”

You don’t look up, focusing on the wound as you start applying pressure to stop the bleeding. “I don’t. I’m going to kill them for making sure you come here and bleed out on my couch.”

His chuckle is weak, but there’s something behind it, a thread of something you can’t name. It feels too intimate. Too... real.

For a long moment, the two of you sit in silence, the only sounds the faint rustling of fabric, the steady drip of blood onto your carpet, and the quiet, rhythmic breaths coming from his chest. You work in silence, knowing that every second you spend here is a second you’re walking a thin line—between enemy and ally, between Black Cat and Spider-Man. The distance between you, the walls you’ve built over the years, feels like it’s dissolving as you stare at him, seeing the man behind the mask in a way you never have before. It’s complicated. Dangerous. And yet, you can’t seem to make yourself walk away.

You should hate him. But... you don’t.

Instead, you just finish what you’re doing, your fingers trembling ever so slightly as you secure the bandages around his torso, your breath catching when your skin touches his. “Thanks,” he says, his voice strained but grateful. You don’t respond right away. You just... breathe. “You’re welcome,” you finally murmur, and the weight of that phrase settles between you, leaving the question hanging in the air: What happens now?

But for now, it’s enough to simply exist in this strange space between hero and villain.

Just for tonight.

[greenparker]

In the Stillnes. Tasm!Peter Parker x reader

Tasm! Peter Parker x Reader. Warnings: None? Absent mother... if that counts lol. Summary: After being ditched by your mom for a date, Y/N waits alone for a bus in Queens, where you meet Peter, a friendly stranger. Their conversation sparks a blossoming friendship.

No pronouns used for reader :) A/N: Ive worked on this for so long and I just want it to be finished. And perhaps I will make a part 2 if needed, it was really fun. :) Enjoy

If this continues just know it will be a slow burn 😝

Also ps…. i will be accepting requests if anyone would like.

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You were exhausted and cold, yearning to escape to the warmth of home after a long day at work. The last thing on your mind was taking the bus, but then your phone buzzed. It was your mom, her sweet voice breaking through your fatigue with surprising energy.

“Something came up,” she said cheerfully. “I can’t pick you up. I finally found a date I’m not going to miss!”

You felt a knot tighten in your stomach. “What if something happens?” You hissed, worry flooding your voice. The world felt cruel and unpredictable, and the thought of being alone in the middle of Queens sent a shiver down your spine.

She laughed lightly, a sound that felt distant and infuriating. “You’ll be fine! That’s why we have Spiderman!” Her high-pitched cheerfulness grated on you. Your heart sank as you realized how little she seemed to care. “The man of my dreams will be here in ten minutes, so I have to go. Be safe! Love ya!” Before you could respond, the line went dead, leaving you staring at the screen, feeling more alone than ever. The bench you were sitting on was cold, your legs twisted together trying to gather warmth as you wait for a bus. To say you were impatient would be an understatement.

The street was eerily quiet, save for the occasional car speeding by. Your breath fogged in the chill air, and you pull your coat tighter, glancing down the road for any sign of the bus. Time seemed to crawl. The distant buzz of streetlights flickered inconsistently, casting long, unsettling shadows that made your heart race with every gust of wind. Your mind wandered back to your moms words—her carefree dismissal of your worry over a man she has never met. How could she be so relaxed? You checked your phone again, half-hoping she’d call back and offer some reassurance, but the screen remained dark. Suddenly, footsteps echoed faintly from behind. You froze, your muscles tensing as the sound drew closer. You slowly turned, and there—just another commuter. He gave you a quick nod, barley acknowledging your presence as he passed by. Relief washed over you, but it was short-lived. The street still felt empty, and you still felt exposed. You glanced up at the dark sky, closing your eyes and taking in a deep breath, hoping for the bus lights to appear around the corner. Just as the tension in your chest began to build again, the distant hum of an engine reached your ears. Your eyes open and there it was—The bus, its headlights piercing through the had settles in your bones. The bus slowed to a stop, its brakes hissing as the doors creaked open. Warm air spilled out, inviting you inside. You didn’t hesitate, quickly stepping up and scanning your card before finding an empty seat near the back. The heat from the vents hit your face, thawing cold cheeks and fingers. You let out a shaky breath, leaning back into the worn seat as the doors closed with a soft thud. As the bus pulled away, you glanced out the window, watching the dark streets slide by. The city felt a little less overwhelming now, its harsh edges softened by the gentle hum of the engine beneath you.  You were still scared, still tired but at least for the next few stops, you were moving toward home. As you settled into your seat, you noticed a man a few rows ahead, slouched in his seat, staring blankly out the window. He looked about your age with tousled brown hair and a jacket that seemed to be a but too light for the weather. His foot tapped nervously against the floor, and every now and then, he’d glance at his phone before shoving it back into his pocket. The bus hit a small bump, jolting you forward. Your heart leaps as you grab onto the seat handle, the sound of your bag tumbling into the middle of the aisle. Before you could react, the man leaned over, scooping it up and handing it back to you with a half-smile. “Rough night?” he asked, his voice low but friendly. You gave a nervous laugh, clutching the bag. “Yeah, something like that. Thanks.” “No problem.” He shifted slightly in his seat, clearly not in a rush to turn back to his window. “Missed the last train, so here I am.” You made a face, sympathizing. That must’ve been annoying, though he didn’t seem particularly bothered. “Maybe I should have taken it as a sign to just head back and binge-watch something,” He added with a soft. As he spoke, his lips curled into a half smile, and for a second, he bit his lip thoughtfully, as if truly considering the option.

There was something about the way he said it—so casual, like he was used to rolling with bad timing—that made your chest feel a little lighter, even though you still wished you were anywhere but here. His ease with the situation made it seem less annoying. Almost. You found yourself smiling, just a small one tugging that the corner of your lips, despite the lingering bitterness of your own night. “Yeah, I get that,” you said, meeting his gaze for a brief moment before glancing back at your bag.” My ride bailed on me last minute so… here I am too.” Peter raised an eyebrow, his smile widening as if he could relate a little too well. “Ah, the last-minute ditch. Classic. Makes you feel like you’ve got great luck, huh?” You gave a short laugh, shaking your head. “Something like that. Though I’d prefer good luck at least once in a while.”

His eyes softened as he leaned back in his seat. “Well, if it makes you feel any better, at least were not waiting in the cold anymore.” He gestured to the warm bus around you both, then added, “And, you know… we could be stuck with worse company.” There was a slight, playful edge to his words, but the sincerity in his voice caught you off guard. You looked at him again, and for a moment, the exhaustion and frustration you carried all day seemed to ebb just a little. There was something… familiar about his presence, though you couldn’t quite place it.

You really did not want to be here especially when it could’ve been avoided, if you had a mother who cared. But his lighthearted words make a small smile form on the corner of your lips.

“Guess youre right,” You murmured, feeling a warmth that had nothing to do with the bus. There was a moment of silence, and you could hear the faint hum of the bus as it rolled over the uneven streets. Then he spoke again, breaking the quiet. “You headed far?” “Not too far. Just trying to make it home in one piece,” You replied, fiddling with your fingers as you spoke. It was nice to talk to someone who didn’t seem to mind the awkwardness of the moment. He nodded, a hint of mischief in his eyes. “That’s the goal. One piece and warm.” A smile flickered across his face, and for a moment it felt like the bus had cocooned you both in a little bubble, separate from the rest of the world. You returned the smile, surprised by the warmth it sparked within you. “Yeah, definitely,” you agreed, though a part of you was still battling the lingering chill from being outside. The bus rumbled along, and you glance out the window at the passing city lights, momentarily lost in thought. When you turned back, you noticed he had shifted in his seat, now slightly angled towards you. “So, what do you do?” he asked, breaking the brief silence. Caught of guard, you hesitated. ” Oh, um, I’m a barista,”  You said, feeling a mix of pride and self-conscious. “Its interesting, I guess. Lots of coffee and conversation.” “Coffee? Nice! That’s like lifeblood of the city,” he replied, his enthusiasm evident.” Do you get to experiment with new drinks?” “Sometimes! It can get pretty creative, especially when we have seasonal specials,” you explained, feeling a little more animated. “But mostly it’s the regulars and their usual orders.”

“I can see how that could be fun,” he said, nodding. “I’m Peter, by the way.” He extended a hand, and you shook it, feeling a spark of connection.

“Nice to meet you, Peter. I’m Y/N,” you replied, a hint of shyness creeping in as you caught his gaze.

He smiled again, and there was something about his expression that made you feel more at ease. “So, do you have any crazy coffee stories?”

You chuckled, thinking back on the oddities of your day-to-day. “Oh, you have no idea! Just last week, someone ordered a triple-shot, extra-hot caramel macchiato with a sprinkle of cinnamon—while wearing a cat costume.”

Peter laughed, clearly amused. “That’s amazing! Did you get a picture?”

“Not a good one. I was too busy trying to keep a straight face,” you admitted, your laughter mingling with his. “But it was definitely a highlight.”

As the conversation flowed, it felt surprisingly easy to talk to him, like you were already old friends despite just meeting. There was something about his laid-back demeanor, a quiet confidence that made you feel at ease, though you couldn't quite place why someone like him would be riding the bus this late.

“What about you? What do you do?” you asked, genuinely curious, eager to keep the conversation going.

“Oh, I’m into photography,” Peter said with a smile, his eyes lighting up with a kind of quiet enthusiasm. “I love capturing moments—cityscapes, random things, people who stand out. It’s like, you see something ordinary, but in the right light, it becomes extraordinary.”

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “That’s an interesting way to look at it. So, do you just walk around the city with your camera all the time, looking for those moments?”

“Pretty much,” he replied, his smile growing. “I kind of like to get lost, y’know? Sometimes you find the best shots when you aren’t really looking for them. The city's like a living thing—it changes every time you see it.”

You chuckled softly, amused by his almost poetic take on photography. “Sounds like a bit of an adventure,” you said, leaning in slightly. “Do you have a favorite spot to shoot, or is it all just… wherever the city takes you?”

He paused for a second, tilting his head as if considering it. “There’s this spot near the Queensboro Bridge. Great views of the skyline at sunset. It’s quiet too—hard to find that in New York. I like to go there when I need to clear my head.”

You could sense there was more to that answer than he was letting on, but you didn’t push. There was a certain charm in the way he kept things casual, even when it felt like there was more beneath the surface. You nodded, impressed. “That sounds… amazing. Maybe one day I’ll see that view for myself.”

“Maybe,” Peter said, his smile shifting to something a little more knowing, his eyes glinting as if you had passed some invisible test. “Though you’d probably prefer to be sipping a coffee while watching it.”

You laughed at his comment. “Oh, trust me, I can appreciate a good view with or without coffee. But yeah, coffee helps.”

“Does it ever,” he replied with a chuckle. “I’ll have to stop by your coffee shop sometime—get the ‘barista special.’” He made little air quotes, and you found yourself grinning.

“Oh, you definitely should. Maybe I’ll make you something off the menu,” you teased lightly.

Peter raised his eyebrows. “Off the menu? Now I’m intrigued. Got any secret recipes?”

You shrugged, leaning back. “Maybe. Or maybe I’m just trying to bribe you for a private photography lesson. I could use some pointers,” you added playfully.

His eyes lit up at that, and he chuckled softly. “Deal. Photography lessons in exchange for secret coffee recipes. Sounds like a fair trade to me.”

You smiled, feeling the tension between you both ease even further, turning into something comfortable. “So, what got you into photography anyway? Is it something you always wanted to do?”

Peter hesitated, glancing out the window for a moment before looking back at you, his expression softening. “Yeah, I guess. It’s always been a way for me to… focus. There’s a lot going on sometimes, and photography—it helps me slow down, appreciate things. Makes life seem a little less… complicated.”

His words hung in the air, and for a second, you sensed that same hidden depth in him, something that went far beyond a guy with a camera wandering the streets. There was more to Peter Parker than he was showing, but you liked the way he made you feel—at ease, like you didn’t have to rush or force anything.

You nodded, appreciating his honesty. “I get that,” you said softly. “Life can get overwhelming sometimes. It’s good to have something that helps you focus.”

He gave you a small smile, one that felt almost... grateful. “Yeah, exactly.” Then, shaking off the somber tone, he added, “Plus, it gives me an excuse to get out of my apartment. I can’t just sit around all day, y’know?”

You laughed at that, feeling the conversation lighten again. “I feel that. If I stayed home too long, I’d end up drowning in Netflix.”

Peter chuckled, his eyes twinkling. “Yeah, but that’s dangerous. One episode turns into ten before you know it.”

“Exactly!” you replied, grinning. “And suddenly it’s 3 AM and you’re wondering where your life went.”

“Guilty,” Peter admitted with a sheepish smile. “That’s why I prefer wandering the city with my camera. At least then I feel productive.”

“Hey, I might have to join you on one of these photo adventures,” you said, feeling a surge of boldness. “I could use some of that productivity.”

Peter’s eyes lit up at your suggestion, and for a brief moment, you swore you saw a hint of something deeper in his gaze—interest, maybe? “Anytime,” he said, his voice warm and inviting. “Just say the word.”

The idea of spending more time with him, exploring the city together, made your heart skip a beat. But for now, you were content just sitting beside him, talking and laughing as the bus rolled on, the city outside your window feeling just a little less lonely.

As the bus rumbled on, you realized that despite just meeting, there was something about this conversation that felt special—like it might be the beginning of something unexpected.

The conversation flowed effortlessly; you felt a connection brewing between you two. Time seemed to fade away until you caught a glimpse of the city lights outside, realizing your stop was approaching.

“Looks like were on my street,” you said, glancing out the window.

“Ah, just when we were getting into it!” Peter replied, his smile faltering just a bit. “Guess we’ll have to continue this another time.”

“Yeah,” you said, feeling a twinge of disappointment. “Maybe I’ll see you around.”

“Definitely!” he replied, as if trying to hold on to the moment. “Take care!”

Before you could think to ask for his number, the bus slowed to a stop, the doors hissing open. You grabbed your bag and stepped out, a mix of warmth and regret swirling inside you.

As you turned to wave goodbye, you caught his gaze one last time—his expression was bright with possibility, but there was a lingering sense of ‘what if’ in the air. You walked away, a small smile on your face, feeling like you’d just shared something special, yet with no way to continue it.

As soon as you stepped off the bus, reality hit you like a freight train, the biting cold air sending shivers down your spine. You took a deep breath, the chill filling your lungs, and quickly wrapped your arms around yourself, as if trying to ward off the creeping sense of isolation that settled in.

The walk to your apartment building was brief, just a few seconds that felt stretched into eternity. Each step felt heavier, a stark contrast to the fleeting warmth you had shared with Peter on the bus. The anticipation of returning home, once a comfort, now felt like a weight pressing down on your chest.

Once inside, the silence enveloped you like a thick blanket, amplifying the emptiness that echoed in the corners of your mind. Stripping off your jacket, you furrowed your brows, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. The dimness of the apartment hit you hard; your mother had left all the lights off, a clear sign of her absence. It stung, a reminder that she had chosen a night out over being there for you.

You sighed, the sound reverberating in the stillness. Each room felt like a shadow of what it once was, and the lack of warmth and light only deepened your sense of loneliness. The walls seemed to close in, and in that moment, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were utterly alone, the echoes of laughter and warmth fading into the background.

You fumbled for your phone, activating the flashlight as you navigated the darkened apartment, each step feeling heavier than the last. Once you finally reached your bedroom, you didn’t even bother to turn on the lamp. Instead, you kicked off your shoes and fell onto the bed, a sigh of relief escaping your lips as the soft mattress enveloped you.

But then it hit you like a cold wave crashing over your warmth: you hadn’t gotten Peter’s number. A sudden wave of sadness washed over you, tightening your chest, even though you barely knew him. It was his kindness that lingered in your mind, the way his smile seemed to light up the dreary atmosphere of the bus, making the chaos of your night feel a little more bearable. You closed your eyes, imagining the easy laughter you had shared, and felt a pang of regret. How was it that someone you’d just met could leave such an imprint on your heart? You wished you could have captured that fleeting moment in time, to hold onto it a little longer, to have the chance to get to know him better. But now, as the silence enveloped you, all you could do was lie there, feeling the weight of your unspoken feelings settle heavily in the stillness.

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A/N: This is my first fic in a long time so Im sorru if this is bad? I didnt want it to get too long so I will be posting a second part, mostly because I need to feel a hole in my life lmao. But i hope you like it, if you have any ideas you want me to add to this lemme know. And if anyone wants a tag list i will make one lol.

[stickymolasses]

Hello! Can you write a nurse reader x harry osborn? :)

MAKE YOU BETTER

an: hello! i love reading ur harry fics so much, thank you for this prompt! i hope u like it <3 ps: reader does not know peter is spiderman, they just think peter got injured somehow and the symbiote transferred over to him. spiderman having a black suit, in their eyes, is just a coincidence. just imagine reader being totally oblivious, lol.

summary: You're Harry's nurse and you can't help him feel better physically anymore, so you resort to playing therapist. (fluff/a little angst if you squint) pairing: harry osborn x reader warnings: sick & irritable harry

You knock twice as gently as possible, trying not to disturb Harry too much. He mumbles something that resembles “come in,” so you allow yourself to slowly open the door. You close it upon entering and lean against it.

“How are you feeling today, Harry?” you ask, wishful thinking taking over, though you think you probably know the answer.

Harry shuffles a little in his bed and leans his head back. He swallows hard, and his Adam's apple bobs in his throat. His form has gotten frail over the past couple of days.

He breathes in deeply and his words come out in a whisper, “Never been better.” He smiles sarcastically and breathes out his nose, a laugh that does not require him to flex his stomach.

You can see his pain. You can feel it too. You don’t want to pry, but as his nurse, you have a job. You are supposed to make him feel better, get healthier. He can’t get any better, physically, that is. Your real task now is to change his mindset.

“What’s been bothering you lately? Any serious pain I should know about?” You cross your arms, still leaning on the door.

Harry is sitting up now, giving you a better view of the dark purple bags under his eyes. You wince and look down, avoiding his gaze. “The usual. My pain lately has been in my head. I’ve been mulling things over, got lots to think about.”

He looks down at his lap, twiddling his thumbs. His boredom has reached a new peak, having filled out four science-themed crossword books.

You nod at him as if to say “Go on.”

He furrows his brows in thought, still looking down at his hands.

“It’s Peter.” He looks up at you swiftly. “He’s… changed.”

You move towards his bed and take a seat nearer to him, to make him more comfortable. Your words come out slowly and very quietly, “Changed, how?”

He sighs, “It’s complicated. After his little… accident, having the symbiote- um, the suit- affects him in a way that it hadn’t done to me. He’s angry.”

You know he’s telling the truth. You’ve seen it. When Peter blew up on Harry and told him he should “pop some more pills.” From knowing Peter for a few months now, you would never have expected him to act that way towards anyone, let alone his best friend.

“Has he ever been angry like that before, with you?” You inquire, still pushing.

“Never. I was usually the one with the temper.”

“If you’ll allow me to play devil's advocate, I think you might need to give Peter the benefit of the doubt because-”

Harry gripped his comforter until his knuckles turned white.

“He wants me to die.” The words came out like a curse, laced with venom. His face falls into his palm, and he rubs his temples.

Once he finds himself calm, he opens his mouth again to speak, but no words come out. He looks at your face, eager to listen. Something about the way you look at him helps him find the words.

“I’m sorry. You’re right, he’s fighting his own battles. We all are.” He looks up at you, awaiting a response. You fall silent.

Your gaze is morphing under his. You feel like you’re melting rapidly under a heat lamp, but you’re just looking at each other. This moment feels more meaningful than the actual verbal conversation you were having just moments before. You’re beginning to feel different about him, and the feeling is dangerous, fatal even.

“Stop looking at me like that. Like I’m some sick child.” Harry turns his head away from you, like an actual child. A child who doesn’t want to listen to his guardian.

You scramble, “Like what? I wasn’t looking at you like anything; I was just-”

“You were pitying me; I can see it with my own two eyes.” The moment was fleeting, but you could see him changing his mind mid-sentence. Something about you kept him sane.

You breathe loudly, and he can hear the gears turning in your head. You were calculating a response so as not to irritate him further.

“I wasn't pitying you. I was just… I was thinking about how you were before. You were so full of life, seeing you like this makes me wonder what you would be doing if you weren’t in this position.” You reach for his hand and clasp it gently. His hand is cold, in contrast to your warm ones. Your thumb moves in circles over his knuckles.

“Can you help me stand up, please?” He flashes doe eyes at you, waiting for an answer. You grip his hand tighter and help him rise from the bed. When he is fully standing, he pulls you into a hug so swiftly that you wobble a bit.

He buries his head into your neck and mumbles something incoherent, and you don’t bother to ask him to repeat himself. You hold each other for just a second too long.

“Sorry, I just wanted to look out the window.” He hobbles over to the giant window and stops in front of it, placing a hand on the frame and leaning on it.

“New York City used to be so beautiful, don’t you think?” He continues to stare longingly at the world outside his room.

“I think it’s still gorgeous.” You stand next to him, placing a hand on his bicep to make sure he doesn’t lose his balance.

“Of course you would. Any world with you in it should be grateful to have you.” He turns towards you and removes your hand from his arm, placing a hand on your waist. He looks down at you with an unreadable gaze.

You look up at him and cup his face in your hands, smoothing your thumb over his cheek. His brown eyes sparkle with an ambition that you haven’t seen in all of your days of knowing him. He looks down at your lips and you notice. He leans in, and you follow suit, connecting your lips in harmony.

“You are the most beautiful thing in all of New York City, Harry.”

an: hello! i hope this was what you were looking for, i got a little carried away. this was a lot of fun! thank you for the ask again!

[more harry content here]

[catboymoonknight]

FELICIA HARDY BLSCK CAT PLEASE PLEADE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE (I can give u ideas over discord….)

Little Spider

Felicia Hardy x Reader

Y/N used once

Attempted to use they/them pronouns and nonbinary/gender-neutral reader

Words: 1,100+

Notes: Idea stolen from the newest Spiderman game bc I think the new game is pretty good. I am not from France, so if you hate how I describe things, then too bad. Also, reader is a writer for a newspaper bc I thought it was a little silly funny joke.

PS: God she's so fucking pretty

The breeze blows her bangs back as she lands on the rooftop of a random building in Pairs. She lets out a forced breath, looking around the area. She quickly walks over to the rooftop's edge, looking down at the street. Squinting, she starts jumping from roof to roof, clearly on a mission to find something.

Vrr vrr.... Vrr vrr.... Vrr v-

"Hello? This is Y/N sp-"

"Little spider?"

You freeze as her voice rings in your ear, your fingers freezing in place on your keyboard. "F-Felicia...?" You say in a shaky whisper, quickly standing up from your desk.

"Baby, is that you? Are you okay? What's going on?" You ask quickly, making your way to the bathroom to find somewhat more privacy to talk with her.

"I'm fine, little spider. I'm fine, I promise." You can hear the breathlessness in her tone, panting as she waits to hear you again.

"Cat, w-what happened? You know you can't just message me that someone is after you and then go MIA like that ." You scold her softly through the phone, making your way through people, smiling at certain coworkers to not raise suspicion.

"I'm sorry, cutie. I just couldn't risk them finding you. I smashed my other phone but I managed to get my hands on a new one to call you." She smiles softly as she speaks, her eyes trained on the windows of the building in front of her.

You let out a sigh, managing to calm your racing heart. "Where are you now? I promise to get the next flight out of Paris to see you. I can't stand not having you here with me right now."

"Well if you look out the window then you'll see." You can hear a bit of amusement in her voice as she speaks.

You freeze again, feeling a warmth slide up your spine as you slowly turn toward the window. Looking out of it, your eyes scan the rooftops of the nearby buildings, looking for any sign of movement. Then you see it. Her signature black suit, that moonlight-colored hair in the ponytail swaying behind her.

You feel your heart rate pick up, a warmth flooding your face until it hits the tips of your ears. A soft breath leaves your lips, almost trying to convince yourself that it isn't her you're looking at right now.

"Felicia?" You whisper into the phone, your voice shaky.

You can practically grin in her voice as she answers, "Yes, little spider?"

You can feel the tears burn your eyes, the growing in your throat as you try to swallow back your tears.

"Meet me at the apartment." You say quickly, wanting to get a hold of her as quickly as possible. Hanging up the phone, you quickly make your way back to your desk, picking up your stuff. You make some bullshit excuse to your boss, saying you need to head home early. After some conversation, you manage to get cut loose.

You quickly make your way out of the building, almost tripping over yourself a few times. Practically bursting through the front doors of the building, you glance around the street, looking for a taxi. You manage to flag one down, giving the driver your house address.

The drive seems to take ten times longer as you fidget in the backseat. You hold back every urge to bring your hand up and bite your nails as you watch the buildings pass by. Not soon enough, the driver comes to a stop in front of your building. Thanking them quickly, you pull out the money, telling them to keep the change.

You quickly step out, making sure not to run into anyone or anything else. You pull your keys out, making your way into your building. Your heart beats in your ears as you push the button for the elevator. Every second feels like eons as you wait for the doors to open. Once it finally does, you politely smile and nod to the people that walk out before quickly stepping in. You push the button to your floor, feeling your cheeks flush with excitement. The elevator moves way too slow for your liking, feeling like it takes years for it to finally open on your floor.

You quickly step out, taking long strides to your door. That is until, one of your neighbors steps out. You manage to stop, a few inches of space between the two of you. Josh, a nice enough college student who's living in France with his parents money, stands in front of you.

"Woah. Sorry, I was just on my way down. You okay?" He asks with a smile, looking at you.

You nod softly, flashing him a quick smile. "Yup, all good." You step around him, trying to make it to your apartment. He watches, clearly debating something in his mind.

"Hey um.. actually.." He says, leaning against the doorway.

You turn to look at him, a few steps from your front door. "Yes?"

"T-There's... a-a new movie that's releasing soon... I wanted to know if...," he pauses. "If you wanted to go.. with me. Like a date, if you want."

Your stomach clenches a bit as you bite the inside of your lip. "I'm actually dating... I was rushing to my apartment to see them.."

"Oh... Oh!" He sulks a bit, before straightening his posture and clearing his throat. "That's nice. H-Have a good day..."

You smile and nod, wishing him a good day as well. You hear him curse softly to himself as you walk further down the hall, a small giggle bubbling in your throat.

You fumble the keys a bit once you reach your door, almost dropping them before finding the right key. The door swings open quickly, your breath almost leaving your lungs as you're suddenly pulled into the apartment and pressed against the door.

Your eyes widen as you look up at Felicia, her face bare as her mask lay somewhere in your apartment. The two of you pant softly, tension building as her hands slowly roam up your arms.

The things in your grasp suddenly fall as your hands reach for her hips. Her arm wraps around your waist and pull you closer, as her other hand cups the back of your neck and pulls you into a kiss. Your hands paw at her hips as your mind quickly becomes drunk off her kiss.

There's so much emotion behind it: yearning, love, possessiveness. She pants as she pulls away, her nose gently nudging against yours.

"There's my little spider..." She whispers with a grin, her eyes looking into yours.

You grin, your hands coming up and resting on her back. "There's my cat..."

[savvthedate]

🤍Upcoming Works🤍

- Yandere!videogame character Jeongin (DONE)

- Skz MTL (a whole bunch)

- Skz!small town AU (ot8) ON HOLD

- There's a space between us (Jeongin x reader)

- Camp counselor fic (possibly horror? Based on the game the quarry) ON HOLD

- Domestic attendant (Android!Felix x Reader) (inspired by the game Detroit: become human) ON HOLD

- spiderman!Lee know ON HOLD

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• these are just the scheduled works for now, also usually I'll put surprise member when I don't know who to write for so if you have suggestions don't be shy and let me know!

• PS I'll try my best to upload at a steady pace but these works will be posted before the end of the year

• if anyone's reading this and wants to help me out could you guys like say which works you want to read more/first so I can have a strong motivation

[lara4eclipze]

hiii! I'm the one who sent that g!p dom sophia x fem!reader in a spiderman suit request

Like imagine reader is someone who is dresses in baggy/oversized clothes and the spiderman suit really and I mean REAALLY highlights her curves and a few more but yeah that.

AND care to involve a little bit of backshots(if yk what I mean)

Love all your other works xoxo

PS: can I be 🫢anon

Love you<3

STOP IT IM GONNA CRY THANKSS , and yes I will def be adding this to what I already wrote :)) welcome 🫢anon!!

[spiritfrvr]

Miles (1610) x Ftm Reader!

miles was done with his spiderman duties when he wanted to come over and play Mario kart! (short dribble)

As you got done washing the dishes you heard a knock on your door, your parents were out and you know better than to open the door for strangers but still curious you open the door to see Miles. “ hey um can I come in?” said Miles as he looked away embarrassed, you thought about it before telling him to come in; he stood near your window and you noticed he seem exhausted, “Are you okay”? you asked before he nodded saying just said Spider-Man duties. Ever since he told you he was Spiderman it seemed like he was extremely busy and didn't have time to hang out with you.

Feeling bad you decide to sit on your couch before looking at him. He looked back at you before smiling then asking “ what do you want to do ? ”, you got off the couch and got two gaming controllers giving one to him and then saying “ you want to play Mario Kart”? He nodded his head and then proceeded to sit next to you as you both played Mario Kart until he got tired.

(ps he mostly won the rounds, also lmk if y'all enjoyed thissss)

[pookiebeary]

ooo i love ur spiderverss x dc thing so far, if u ever decide to write something similar maybe you could give the reader a symbiote! I think itd be interesting :0

Like a really emotional person w a symbiote who enhances their anger/emtions, i havent watched anything on the new spiderman game but after peter gets the symbiote he seems angry/aggressive. imagine that in gotham with a vigilante who refuses to kill villains that actively harm the city (and have a habit of breaking out of arkham/jail), it could be a motivation for them ultimately (not spiderman, get it?) becoming a vigilante with the symbiote & killing ppl n then have the batfam intervene. I have more idea’s/could go more indepth abt jt but i dont wanna clog ur inbox ^^

pls dont feel pressured to write anything for it :D i just wanted to share my idea bc no one in my circle has the same interests as me —🐙

Tysm! This means a lot to me!!! (I run on validation 🥺🥺)

Also YES I ABSOLUTELY ADORE YOUR IDEA, I wouldn't mind if you sent something more in depth cuz honestly man that sounds amazing and it'll really help paint the picture! I'll see what I can write up when I have the time!!

Ps, I think the symbiote would have a fcking mukbang in gotham assuming reader has the "you can eat humans but only criminals" rule. Plus, can you imagine reader speaking with absolutely no filter like bully maguire or like the spiderman venom from the game 💀💀💀

[tamashithe2nd]

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I do: Smut, fluff, angst to fluff, fluff to angst, character x reader, dark Themes (only dub-con and con), Pregnancy fics, Domestic fics Squirting kink and Breeding kink, yandere fics, threesome, foursome, Masturbation

Don’ts: Character x OC, Character x Character, Uncomfortable kinks like Armpit kink, piss kink, Feet kink, Any harmful kinks directed to the character or reader, Shota/Loli, Themes like killing, Aged up characters, non-con, Birth Kink, Incest, Step-dad/step-bro/step-mom/step-sis kinks, Gangbang smut, asian/Hispanic fetishizing, sex with an actual animal (I will consider characters that seem more human but if its like Lycaon than no.)

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-PS. I have no plans to write about Epic The Musical. Its about the Odyssey, I will likely only write topics about It. Never an fanfic.

[rikiws]

ot7!enha x spiderman-fem!reader

꩜ Turns out Spiderman isn't really spiderMAN...Tada! The power of nanotech and voice-modulators. But it was only you who knew that, it's your secret to keep, along with your identity, and nothing could change that. Unless... PS: I have absolutely no set schedule for making these so please be warned that this might take ages, school is crazy man

✰ 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲. neighbour!heeseung x spiderman-fem!reader┆

꩜ Your nosy neighbour loved snooping into your business. And you loathed it. Besides, you had a ton of secrets to keep, and there was no way you’d let him find that out. Well, tough news you see…he might have already known.

Release date : tbd

✰ 𝐈 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤. academic-rival!jungwon x spiderman-fem!reader┆

꩜ You were so awesome. Not only did you save the city every day, but you aced every exam your way too. How else would you have come up with that awesome web-shooter? Your life was great! Great, until that douchebag Jungwon decided that it was his life's goal to knock you down a few pegs. And things have never quite been the same since.

Release date : tbd

✰ 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐝, 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬. hallway-crush!sunghoon x spiderman-fem!reader┆

꩜ A literal prince, that’s what Sunghoon was to you. “Who?” That’s what you were to Sunghoon. Passing by each other down the halls, or sneaking little glances here and there at the cafeteria was all you knew about him- but you were smitten. That was until a little birdie told you that he was the ultimate Spiderman hater, and you were going to change his mind.

Release date : tbd

✰ 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐰. villain/side-kick!ni-ki x spiderman-fem!reader┆

꩜ Watch-out, there’s a new villain in town. Well, he wasn’t doing a ton of damage, but cleaning up a million eggs on the street is hard work, guys. It was now up to you now, the friendly neighbourhood Spiderman, to save Queens from a pesky prankster. Instead, you found yourself getting an evil-henchman.

Release date : tbd

✰ 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐈'𝐦 𝐚 𝐰𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐤. journalism-club!jay x spiderman-fem!reader┆

꩜ News Reporters were arguably the worst part of your job, Turns out, even your own high-school broadcasting club had it out for you. But that was okay, as long as it was that one really cute guy who was interviewing you, if you ever even found the courage to ask for his name.

Release date : tbd

✰ 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞. stark-intern!jake x spiderman-fem!reader┆

꩜ After the tragic moment where you lost your mask, only to walk straight into a boy from your class, Smarties-pants Sim Jaeyun from your Stark internship would NOT let you live in peace without trying to be your “guy in the chair”. And you can’t believe that you (begrudgingly) agreed.

Release date : tbd

✰ 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐤. best-friend!sunoo x spiderman-fem!reader┆

꩜ This had to be on purpose or something. There was no way you ended up saving the same kid every time there was a villain around. And there was no way that he was now here, sitting a few columns away from you, dozing off in maths class, your literal ride-or-die best friend, Kim Sunoo. You seriously needed to teach him to stay out of trouble.

Release date : tbd

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[nochukoo97]

ooh, so excited for "ps. I love you"!! btw, can u pls write a jk x reader fic? I was thinking about the reader being a huge spiderman fan and jk giving her the "spiderman kiss". take ur time! <3

here it is!! ❤️ thank you for the req hehe

[plus-size-reader]

Spidey Sense

Fics of Fall 2022

Peter Parker x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2355 words

Warnings: none 

Summary: Carving a Jack-o'-lantern with Peter for the first time, which doesn’t exactly go as planned.

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Peter felt it before he heard you.

Pain. 

It was dull and faded as quickly as it came but it was there, a slight tingle under his skin, which could only really mean one thing.

It was you. 

His spidey sense only really got like this when you needed help. It felt different, more intense somehow.

So, before he’d even had a chance to realize what was going on or to put any thought at all into what it could have been, Peter shot up, turning to find that the space normally occupied by you in his bed was empty.

Which, coupled with the panic pricking at the corners of all of his senses, was more than enough to worry him.

Under any normal circumstances, it might not have been that big of a deal. There were plenty of innocent explanations for something like that, but the two of you didn’t exactly live under normal circumstances. 

You lived in a world where nothing was certain, and nothing was safe.

So, as soon as he heard that crashing and clamoring coming from the kitchen once again, he was off. It didn’t matter what was going on or where you were, he wasn’t going to rest until he figured it out.

He couldn’t help it.

Peter was already a bit touchy where you were concerned, but this morning, his mind was racing, cooking up several haunting scenarios that all ended in you being maimed and murdered.

His steps were careful and quiet as he rounded the corner from his bedroom until he found you in the kitchen, his focus set on the sound of your heartbeat as he tried to plan his next move. 

Your breath was even, all things considered, but your pulse was quicker than he would have liked. 

It wasn’t until he heard a muffled curse from you that he dropped his guard and emerged from his hiding place, finally blinking the sleep out of his eyes.

“Y/N?” he called, pretty confident now that you were alone. If someone else were here, he would have been able to hear them or sense them in some capacity by this point. 

Because sometimes superpowers were awesome.

Not that your being alone in any way explained what you were doing this early in the morning, or why you were bleeding. 

The answer to which wasn’t anywhere near what he was expecting, on either count. 

You sighed at the sound of his voice, disappointed in yourself for waking him up. You had been trying to get this done before the sun came up, as a surprise, but obviously, it wasn’t going to work now.

Stupid pumpkin. 

“I’m here” 

Peter could hear how defeated you sounded from where he was, but it wasn’t until he switched on the overhead light that he understood why. 

You were sitting there, in the center of the kitchen floor, with a pumpkin resting between your thighs.

For some reason.

He didn’t even bother to keep the laughter that bubbled up in his throat at bay because it was so ridiculous. 

You had to be kidding.

“What are you doing?” he muttered, taking in the sight in front of him with a mild, albeit sleepy, gleam in his eyes.

He had just woken up, after all. 

“I wanted to carve this stupid pumpkin for you, but it’s not as easy as I thought it would be,” you explained, gesturing to the large orange pumpkin which was laying in a lake of its own guts and seeds. 

It always seemed so easy, but now that you were attempting the seasonal craft for yourself, you realized you couldn’t have been more wrong.

This was impossible. 

“And, what happened there?” Peter wondered, recalling the initial reason for his waking when he noticed a thin line of crimson red blood, actively dripping down from your palm onto your wrist. 

It instantly set those same alarms off in his head as the man you loved crossed the room to inspect the wound, more for himself than anything.

He had to make sure you were okay before even acknowledging the rest of it.

“I slipped and cut myself” you shrugged, letting him paw at you as he saw fit until he was content that you would be okay. 

The cut didn’t look too deep, or dangerous in any way, but that didn’t mean it hadn’t hurt.

He was sure it hurt.

There was silence between you for a moment as Peter busied himself cleaning up the cut as best he could with the corner of his tee shirt, which would surely be ruined after this point.

Not that he even seemed to mind. 

“How did you manage to cut your hand carving a pumpkin?” he wondered, what felt like forever, that familiar embarrassment returning to you all at once. 

This was what you got for dating an Avenger.

“I slipped,” you repeated, turning the gourd in your lap until he could see the face you’d begun to carve into it.

So far, you had managed to get one triangular eye mapped out, along with a small square nose, which was initially supposed to be another triangular.

You’d had to improve after narrowly cutting the tip of your pointer finger off. 

“This whole thing’s a bit more technical than I thought”

Peter laughed at that, this time letting himself get caught up in just how much he loved you. Of all the things that could have woken him up today, this was probably one of the most endearing. 

…and random. 

“Don’t laugh. I just wanted to be festive” you pouted, finally setting the knife down in defeat. Whatever it was you created this morning, it certainly didn’t look like any jack-o-lantern you’d ever seen. 

Still, Peter didn’t make fun of you. 

The end result of your effort was hilarious, but the care you’d put into it was real and it was obvious this mattered to you, so he wanted to help.

“I’m not laughing at you” Spiderman assured, that same gentle grin permanently affixed to his face that completely contradicted his point. 

He couldn’t help it.

You were just so cute. 

“Forget it. We don’t need a pumpkin anyway” you sighed again, a real frustration taking over now. You had really put everything you had into this, and having it go south so quickly had really put a damper on your mood. 

Thankfully, Peter wasn’t quite as easily discouraged as you were when it came to these things, mostly because he didn’t get to be. 

He had to be Spiderman, and that had changed quite a bit about him in everyday life too.

This wasn’t life or death for him like some of the things in his life were, and he didn’t have to put pressure on himself for it to be perfect. 

“I’ll tell you what…why don’t we get some breakfast, and get that cleaned up?” he suggested, vaguely gesturing to your hand until you gave it over so he could press a kiss to your knuckles. 

Then, before you could argue further, he hummed, filling the silence just enough to let you know he wasn’t finished. 

He knew you well enough to know that you weren’t just going to accept that.

“After that, we can figure this out together”

~

After breakfast had been eaten and Peter had actually gotten a chance to wake up, you two finally sat down with pumpkins in mind. 

You were going to do this. 

Even if it took all day. 

“So, have you ever done this?” you questioned, sitting down with your partially mutilated pumpkin and a clean kitchen knife, along with a purple patterned bandage, courtesy of the man you loved.

The last thing he wanted was for you to cut yourself again, especially not for a seasonal craft. 

Peter grinned, thinking about all the Halloweens he’d celebrated thus far, and all the happy memories he had. 

Memories that had never included carving a jack-o-lantern like this one, “Like this? No, but how hard can it be?” 

“I don’t know, but usually when you ask that something bad happens” you shrugged, doing some recalling of your own, back to all the times you were talking about.

Your boyfriend laughed, rolling his eyes as he thought it over. You had a point this time, but this time, it wasn’t that serious. All the damage that could have been done already had been. 

“I’m pretty sure we can handle this, babe” Peter assured, confident that no matter what, this wasn’t a monumental task and even if it was, you could figure it out together. 

How hard could it be? 

“So, what do you want to do first?” 

There was silence from him for a split second as your partner twirled the pen in his hand around a few times, considering what he wanted to do with what you’d given him. 

It was still a pretty blank canvas, and if anything, you’d given him more room to make something that was just a touch creepy. 

It was going to be so cool.

“I think you take this marker and draw a face on him, so we don’t just stab without any direction” he allowed, unscrewing the cap and handing it over to you so that you could outline a comical doodle on the face of the pumpkin. 

Peter had only watched Aunt May do this once or twice as a kid, but it seemed simple enough, especially considering all the things you two had done together thus far.

It should be simple, and it was. 

All you had to do was do it together. 

“What do you think? Like this?” you hummed, both you and Peter cocking your heads to the side just to survey your work from another angle. 

It was pretty good. 

Really good. 

“That’s perfect, just like you” came your boyfriend’s confident reply, a gentle peck falling on the side of your face. 

He loved you so damn much.

“Then, I think we just carve the inside of the shapes out” he continued, watching as you plucked the knife off the floor and set off on a mission to do just that, only for Peter to intercept you at the last second. 

“I think I’ll do this part if you don’t mind” 

It briefly crossed your mind to argue with this whole thing being a surprise and all, but after giving it another second thought, you realized what he must have been thinking and nodded.

There were only so many things one person could handle this early in the morning. 

Besides, if he cut himself doing this like this, it would heal far quicker than it would for you. 

You grinned, that same smile on your face that you hadn’t been able to push down since you came up with this idea in the first place. 

It was just so seasonal and fun. 

Peter was quiet as he focused, his attention mostly poised on the task at hand as he removed chunks and slivers of rind until finally, it was done. 

Once he’d decided it was exactly what he wanted, the man in question showed off his craftsmanship with a wide grin to match your own. 

It would be a lie to say that he didn’t get why people did this. 

It was fun. 

In fact, Peter was sure that this was, by far, the best idea you had ever had.

You hummed in approval, you should have known his steady hands would lend themselves well to a task like this. “Just like that, I believe we carved our very own pumpkin” 

“Now, all that’s left to do is find some candles and set it outside” Peter decided, immediately getting up to find where the two of you had left the candles last.

All of this was for nothing if you couldn’t put it out on display for the neighborhood.

So, that’s exactly what you did. 

Ignoring the cold chill of the biting fall air, you and Peter huddled around your pumpkin on the porch, watching as the candle he’d lit within it danced under the influence of the wind.

It was perfect.

The edges were a little crooked and one of the eyes was a little smaller than the other but considering how it came to be like that, you wouldn’t have had it any other way. 

“What do you think?” he hummed, reaching out to take your hand in his own as he admired the work you’d done together. 

It was pretty cute. 

You giggled, swinging your hands between you, “I think that I have the greatest boyfriend there’s ever been” 

“So, I’m curious, why didn’t you just get me up before you started opening it up?” Peter wondered, wrapping you up in his arms mindlessly from where he stood, and pulling you into his body.

It was so goofy. 

You knew that now, seeing how it went, but you also knew that he wasn’t going to make fun of you for this. 

In all the years that you’d known him, Peter had never made fun of you for anything. 

“I thought it would be a cute surprise” 

At your admission, Peter just shrugged again, recalling all the slamming and banging that had met him as soon as he opened his eyes “I don’t know. You weren’t exactly quiet” 

He had a point there. 

Not that you’d ever admit that to him now. 

“In my defense, I really didn’t think you’d wake up” you laughed, well aware of the exact reason you’d made the decision you had.

Peter had always been notoriously hard to wake up. 

For as long as you’d known him. 

Even given what you’d all taken to calling his spidey sense, he slept like a rock and it was hard to rouse him from that. Though, clearly, relying on that this morning had been a mistake. 

“Well, next time, why don’t we just sleep in and learn new things together” he grinned, wiping away a bit of pumpkin that had somehow ended up on your chin at some point during the whole exchange. 

“Sounds like a plan” 

[jin0]

Fucking The Silence Out Of You [TASM!Peter Parker]

Summary : Peter and you get in a fight, he said something insensitive and regrets it. You being you, you walk off and ignore him for a while. Peter cannot handle not having you around, and sometimes (not every time) he'll get desperate enough to fuck the silence out of you.

Pairing : TASM!Peter Parker x Reader

Warning : 18+ Only, Minors DNI, smut, manhandling, breaking in (peter's on some illegal shit), angst, shower sex, kinda dub-con if you squint, dom!peter, kinda sub!reader, unhinged/desperate!peter, groveling i guess ???, titty worshipping, cum play, fingering, kinda angry sex/punishment sex

A/N : and im back at it again with a weird mix of angst and smut and a little fluff here and there i guess ?? yeah, hope y'all enjoy this one

(ps : thanks so much to the anon who suggested this, really you're a little genius !!!)

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You and Peter, the Sun and the Moon in whichever order your chose and depending entirely on your moods and the way the other reacted to it. You two were complementary to each other, necessary to have one if you wanted to understand the other. You were two pieces of the same soul, suffering and loving together. Separating you was both useless and painful, practically impossible to do.

But sometimes, the best thing to do is to separate for a while to give each other time. And Peter, was never good with that. He searched for you every time you left him, his body instantly feeling your absence. So when you were the one to voluntarily stay away, it was obvious that he'd come knocking on your door. Knocking until you let him in, or he let himself in.

~

When you got to meet Peter for the first time, you couldn’t help but think that this dude was absolutely fucking crazy. You were what people would call a demi-god, born of two human parents but an ancestral gene avoided by at least five generations before falling on your tiny baby shoulders. You’d grown with the usual powers, super strength, speed that could rival a sports car, you toped it off with the agility of a godly Olympic gymnast and other attributes that never ceased to amaze the people.

Your boyfriend was this first amazed, proving you how cool you were from the day he met you. You remembered how after helping Spiderman save the city, you’d try to fly away but the man followed you closely. When you finally managed to get back to your apartment safety, you turned around to find him looking you up and down frantically. He had someone like him, finally.

The rest was history but you’d never stop smiling at the memory of him rushing to you and inspecting your hands to see what device you used to fight. When you’d told him you could do that without a device, he stood in silence for a few minutes before exploding in laughter. He tried to figure out a way to scientifically explain you but struggled, which made you laugh harder. You should’ve been worried, trying to get rid of him after erasing him memories of you. Instead, you felt comfortable around this random stranger who ended up taking his mask pretty quickly after.

It was when you shook his hand, staring into his big brown eyes while he stared into yours, that you figured it out. You were in love for this man. And he was in live for you too. You both loved each other so much that for a long while, he friendship went as smoothly as anything could ever go and it was easy to switch to a romantic relationship. It went just as smoothly, conversation and love guiding the both of you with any issue.

It was good, so good, you felt like it would go along forever. And with how long it did, it was a good beginning. But things weren’t meant to always go perfectly right ? They were never meant to go on forever without a few stones standing in the way.

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“Eh ! Eh, don’t walk away from me ! I’m not done taking to you !”

This was more than a few stones. This was a whole bolder, one that had started with you. You didn’t be care for now though, you didn’t care about much, too angry to care.

You kept walking, fast and as far as possible from him. You were fast, really fast and your mood was making it worst. You could hear him call you and try to grab your wrist each time he got close enough to feel the burning rage that warmed your body. You might’ve been a little more than simply angry, rightfully so.

Stomping forward, you ignored the curious looks and whispers that followed. Spiderman himself was chasing you, not swinging but walking and apologizing to everyone he bumped into by mistake. He saw his apartment building come into view and decided to use of his capacities to catch you by surprise.

You were still stomping when you entered his apartment building. Climbing the stairs to reach his apartment, you felt his missing presence but didn’t think anything of it. When you did it was a problem anyways. You barely opened the door that you were pulled inside and pinned against it when it closed.

“What the fuck is your problem ?!” Snarled the masked spider, staring straight at you with visible anger.

You narrowed your eyes in defiance and pushed him away from you. You were about to leave when he pulled you back by the wrists.

“You’re not walking away from me again. I fucking swear, I’ll web you to the fucking wall if I have to.”

“Oh whoa, lucky me ! It’ll be my second time tonight. Give me a third and I’ll genuinely start thinking that you see me as the enemy more than your partner.” You spat back, smiling condescendingly.

You try to step away from him, pushing him as gently as you could while being this angry, but he blocks you again, his hold on your forearms tightening into a practically painful grip. You inhale a sharp breath, feeling the anger get dangerously close to rage. You could get him off of you, that you definitely could and it wouldn’t be the first time you did. You were strong enough to be his partner after all, the thing is, you refused to hurt him, even if you did want to step on his foot right now. He was being difficult and that was tickling that petty part of you.

“Peter, get your hands off of me before I make you get off.” You threatened, your voice deep and commanding. That did catch him off guard, only showing it briefly before switching to his own petty side.

“So you’re threatening me now ? What’s it gonna be next, tackling me to the fucking floor ? Since you can’t fucking control yourself.”

“I’m the one who can’t control myself ?!" You exclaimed, anger rising at his comment. "You’re a fucking dick Peter ! You’re the one who webbed me to a fucking car ! What the fuck is this ?! Who the fuck do you think I am ?! Your fucking child ?!”

“Well you fucking behave like one !” He let go of you to swing his arms in the air which gave you a chance to step away and turn back to your things. You weren’t going to stay here but a part of you wanted to give you both the chance to actually talk instead of simply just fighting until you were to tired to keep going and would apologize out of exhaustion.

“Oh ? I act like a child ? How do I fucking act like a child Peter ?! Tell me how I behave like a fucking toddler ?!”

You’d let go of your things as soon as he compared you to an infant. The last thing you wanted was to be compared to a child when you were a grown woman capable of protecting and taking care of herself. Also, you wouldn’t take it from the man refusing the sleep if you weren’t around.

The moment you stepped up to him, walking right into his personal space and defying his judgment, he couldn’t help but feel the tingles that went from his heart straight to his bulge. He had always loved that feisty part of you and it did things to his self control that would have anyone hunched over trying to hide their arousal but failing miserably. You brought out the worst kinds of sexual desires when you were angry and he often made it worst by laughing at you, trying to keep himself from kissing your breath away. Right now was one of those situations but with a twist, he was angry too and wouldn’t let his fucking horny side ruin his point.

“You want me to tell you how you act like a fucking child ? Look at how you’re behaving right now Bunny. You’re gonna look at me in the eyes and tell me you’re not being a fucking spoiled brat ?” He chuckled in your face, which had you fuming.

You glared at him, backing away from him before you slapped him across that beautiful face of his.

“You’re calling me a fucking spoiled brat because I saved you from getting run over by a fucking train ? That’s what I’m understanding ?”

“Saving me ? You call jumping in front a moving train saving me ?” He queried, looking at you with fake curiosity.

“Are you really going to ignore the fact that I got us both out of the way ? You’re angry to the point of ignoring the main part of this stupid fight ?” You were slowly getting back to your previous state of anger, your voice getting louder.

“You see ?! You think this is stupid, you’re being childish and ignoring the fact that you could’ve got yourself fucking killed !” He responded, pointing his finger at you. You sigh, rubbing your face in desperation, this was going to get long.

“So if I’m understanding your logic correctly, you wanted me to let you get hit by a fucking train because I could get hurt ?! Are you fucking serious ?! You want me to avoid danger as if the whole point of being a vigilante wasn’t the possibility of danger to protect others ? And you blame me for putting my life in a possible danger when you do it every fucking day for others and me ?!”

“But you’re not protecting anyone ! You’re not protecting anyone, not even yourself ! And I have to fucking do that for you because you’re fucking reckless !”

This last one sent a wave of silence rushing through the room. The sound of his heavy breathing soon faded and was quickly replaced by this awkward silence and the violent realization of what he had just said. The guilt was quick to take over, rapidly replacing the anger he felt a few seconds ago. His words resonated in his head, tiny voices slowly getting louder and screaming about how stupid he was. He had fucked up and he could see it in your face.

This expression you were wearing, that one was killing him. He’d seen it before, the one you had when you felt like you had failed, like your efforts were useless and like you should’ve just stayed in your corner. He hated that face and was the first one to silently threaten whoever made you feel this way. Right now, he was the one to make you feel this way and he was already beating himself for it.

He’d just scream in your face that you weren’t protecting anyone, your biggest insecurity and he’d thrown it in your face. You had been scared of not being able to truly protect others and here he was, using it out of anger. He was a dick, and he could see it.

Looking at your face, he could see the anger dissipate and be replaced by sadness before switching to nothing. And that was the worst, the emotionless part that you used when you didn’t want to show that you were upset. He did this and it was biting him in the face as karmic punishment.

“Bunn-“ He cut himself off when he saw you turn away from him to grab your things. No, no, no this wasn’t good, no ! You were not going to leave, not before he could make this right. He refused to let you go before he could explain himself or simply apologize profusely.

When you grabbed you bad with your day clothes in it, he was quick to reach for you wrist and rip the bad out of your hands.

“No, please Bunny look at me.” He pleaded, trying to grab your attention. You went out of your way to avoid his eyes and he was slowly starting to get more and more agitated. “Please, look at me, please ! I didn’t lean it, Bunny ! Let me explain myself before you leave, please !”

You turned to finally face him, and maybe he would’ve rather you not look at him. You looked completely different, looking at him as if he was a complete stranger, someone you didn’t know. He shook his head, grabbing your shoulders to keep you from walking away. You were ready to leave and his sweaty hands were finally showing the possible gravity of his words and behavior since earlier.

You pushed him away, hard enough for him to let go of you, which had him shuffling back, trying to not trip over his own feet. You ignored him and turned to walk towards the door.

“Bunny, please !” In a last resort cause, he webbed his door, managing to push it closed before rushing to you. He grabbed your face to have you look into his eyes. “Don’t leave angry ! You’re not leaving angry, we’re not separating on this, not until we fix this.”

You looked up, smiling sadly, you hand going up to his and taking it off your face to hold it tightly.

“No need. There’s no fight. You don’t fight with children, do you Peter ? You scold them, and you teach them better. Or at least in your case, you make sure they understand that they’re not doing anything useful and you’re burdened with having to make sure they don’t die without you. That’s what you just did, because you treat me like the child I am.”

And it was with these soft last words that you left him, the man standing in his doorway, stunned and rethinking the whole fight. Feeling drained, he closed his door and slid down the wooden board, running his hands over his face. Fucking great, Peter. Way to fucking go. He’d be lucky if he wasn’t single after that.

~

He knew you were upset, he’d said hurtful things and he deserved what he got. But fuck was it painful to not have you around. He genuinely couldn’t feel worse but every time, he felt himself sink lower and lower, he missed you terribly.

It had been two weeks since the fight and in these two weeks, Peter had the time to reflect how utterly stupid he had been. When he thought about it, he has been a hypocrite to be lad at you for jumping in front of danger for him as if he did not do it for you at the smallest things. He could even remember jumping in front of you when a kitten had jumped to rest on your shoulder. It was instinctive to protect you, because he loved you and that’s what people who loved each other did. He protected you and you protected him, that was what you did for each other.

You had been gone for two weeks and these two weeks had been the worst weeks of his life, every day feeling more dull than the previous one. You were a ray of sunshine to him and he’d pushed the sun away by being an idiot and hurting you. You always went out of your way to understand his points and not debate him, privileging discussions and honesty. The one time he had to return the favor, he didn’t, acting on his emotions and fear of you getting seriously hurt and letting it ruin everything. Anger was a bitch.

In these two weeks, he’d spend every day waiting in front of you door, in your apartment building and on campus. He waited for you everywhere, waiting for you to give him a chance to speak. All he got was the silent, treatment and his texts left on read. Everything he tried was met with this wall of silence that he couldn’t take anymore.

He’d been doing everything to get you to talk to him, even going as far as talking to the press and asking you questions. He put you on the spot, which was a shitty move but he was desperate. Now, it always ended with you leaving the scene without even looking at him. The public had soon started mocking him, spreading the news that Spiderman was in the doghouse. It made them laugh but not him, he was the one suffering it. Something about being the butt of the joke probably.

Over this two weeks, he’d been deprived of you entirely, loosing your warmth and the fuel you brought to his heart. He deserved it but it was ruining him a little more each passing hour. Your absence was breaking him, and it was only worsened by the fact that he knew where you lived and went to the same college as you did. You were so close yet so far, within reach but also impossible to grab. You were taking very cautious measures to make him suffer and it was working, he was suffering, a whole lot.

He knew he had reached his breaking point this morning. He couldn’t sleep without you so he decided to swing by your apartment to see if your window was open this time. The night was hot and you slept with your window open in this weather. Except, this time, your window had been closed and locked. Looking into your apartment, you had bought a fucking fan.

Looking through another window, he could see your door. The locks were different, you changed fucking locks !? Was this why he couldn’t open you apartment ? He knew he needed to give you space but this was going so far, the idea that maybe he had lost you for good was starting to become a little more realistic.

His desperation was rapidly toped with anger. You were shutting him out from you life, slowly erasing yourself and that was not going to happen. He was not going to let you walk away from his apartment angry and was definitely not going to let you walk away from him life all together. He was a fighter and he would fight for you, tooth and nails.

~

Maybe changing your locks had been too much, maybe you were being dramatic. But in your defense, you really needed to get new locks and you also didn’t want to let Peter in. You were simply killing two birds with one stone.

You could’ve talked it through, but you felt like it was better to simply walk away this time. Your mind was telling you that this was the best thing to do for now. You’d felt that night, after his words, like you were a burden to him, like you were forcing him to protect you, pushing more stress on him and that was the last thing you wanted. You wanted to help and protect like he did, he you had the capacity to do so. You knew you did and you would never let them go to waste, which is why you kept working to help the citizens of New York.

What you’d stopped doing was communicating with Peter. You would help him if it was needed and if he asked but you couldn’t allow yourself to bother him more than you were already doing. He loved you, you would never doubt it but if he forced himself to take care of you, you would be the one to stop him from doing so. And that started by protecting yourself better with new locks to your door. You might’ve been a protector for this town but no one would protect your things if you were to get robbed. That was adulting, and you would try your best not to fuck it up.

Today had been fantastically dull, Peter’s absence felt a little more than usually. You’d forced yourself to step away and give him space but god was it hard when you were head over heels for the man. He was everything to you and not having him around was hurting more than it should’ve. Now, you wouldn’t deny the fact that you were also being a little petty by not giving him anything. He had upset you he deserved the silent treatment at least.

Going back to your apartment, you felt your entire body being crushed by the weight of the different activities from the week. You were exhausted physically and mentally, which could be fixed with a good shower. You quickly stripped off of you clothes and jump in the cabin, letting the water cover you whole and drown the sound of someone pounding on your door.

Because yes, obviously he was going to show up. He needed to see you, desperately, and this time, he wouldn’t let your silence go on any further. You would talk to him, and that was final.

“Bunny, I swear if you don’t open this fucking door, I’m climbing through your window !” He screamed, not caring about the potential prying ears, curious about the events going on in the hallway.

When you kept silent, he sigh, the anger speaking for him. Well, he had asked for your permission. He backed up slightly, checking both sides before webbing the doorknob and pulling the door towards him before kicking it open. He watched the chain of your door fall to the floor and smirked, fuck your knew locks. He did fell slightly guilty and reminded himself internally to fix them for you after. For now, he simply webbed the door shut, to prevent anyone from opening or seeing what was going on inside.

Walking through your place, he called out your name but again, was met with silence. He only got more and more amused but also annoyed. You were being your petty little self, the one he loved more than anything and right now, he couldn’t control the reactions your silence brought to him. He was majorly angry still and definitely worried but also very turned on by how far you were ready to go to prove a point.

You had him groveling at your feet and you loved it, so did he. He would get on his knees for less and those situations often ended with you naked and your thighs spread open. This was the kind of situation he thought about when he thought about you angry at him and the fact that you’d prevented him from seeing you or hearing you for two weeks did do a number on his sex drive.

Walking to your bedroom, he heard the sound of the water running. You were in there, vulnerable and alone. There was nowhere to run if he cornered you. He was extremely tempted and way past the point of rationality. He went in.

When you heard the sound of your door slamming open, you started panicking, ready to kill whoever it was that was breaking into your apartment. When you saw your boyfriend, your eyes doubled in size.

“What the fuck Peter ?! How the fuck did you get in my apartment ?! What the fuck are you doing here ?!”

“Oh so now you can talk to me ? That’s nice. Sucks that it took me breaking in for you to speak.”

The man let his eyes wander around your naked, glistening body, licking his lips in anticipation. You wanted to be silent ? He’d see how long you could last with what he had in mind for you. He’d make you be so loud, the entire building would hear you, and he’d have your sweet, sweet voice engraved in his eardrums.

Tilting you head to the side, you kept yourself from smiling too visibly. You could see the restraint fade on his face, the man who used to bed on your doorstep long gone. The man in front of you, taking off his shoes and shirt in a hurry was desperate for you, his eyes lingering on your exposed breasts as the water kept pouring over your body. He was weak and ready to do unspeakable things to you.

His eyes devoured you, roaming shamelessly up and down the parts of you he knew he would need in his mouth and the ones he would cover in cum to mark you as his. Peter was understanding and sweet and loving in every aspect of life, but you had this way of bringing out this side of him that would take pure pleasure in ruining you as much as possible. He’d dominate you without intentionally wanting it, simply expressing how much he needed you. And one thing Peter was extremely good at, was needing you.

He’d crave you even when you were right beside him, his body pulled towards yours and itching to feel your skin on his, itching to have your nails scratch his knuckles or his scalp, itching to feel the pad of your fingers on his chest. He needed you as much as one would need air, you were his oxygen, he needed you to live and would do everything in his pour to get his fill. He could very much be compared to an addict and would proudly carry the name if it meant having you by his side.

You should’ve known he’d be loosing it soon, noticing his shape through the window at night. You noticed him everywhere he was and heard him call your name. When it went from a soft plea to an order, you’d noticed it all, it was easy to do, your body craved him too. You could barely process how you went so long without him, internally praising your pettiness for the lengths it could take you to.

Having his presence, burning like fire and invading your lungs, you could see him shed his sweet and awkward persona to be what he kept behind closed doors or behind a red and blue mask. He kept it for you and you only, because it was yours, you had made it, molding this side of his personality with care and attention. He was the Hunter and you were the fox toying with him. He called you Bunny but you were closer to a fox sometimes, a perfect mix between soft and mischievous. You’d bounce one his lap, begging for him to kiss you but you’d also drop to your knees and watch him melt in your mouth and on your hands before letting him do what he craved so badly.

As soon as his shirt hit the floor, he was quick to slide the glass door open and reach inside to pull you towards him by the neck. Letting his jeans be soaked by the water, he smirked when he caught a quick wave of sweetness run through his nose. The sweet scent of your core, aching for him to fuck the silence out of you. Oh, eager could barely cover how you felt. You were buzzing in excitement, forgetting your anger from the previous days.

You arched your back and brought your hands to his naked chest as soon as his strong hands grabbed your neck and pulled you to him with force. He was holding your nape tight and pushed his face towards yours, lips puckering before covering yours in a passionate kiss. His fingers rubbed your veins and the bone of your jaw, managing to pull a little moan out of you and part your soft lips open. His tongue in your mouth, he smiled, licking the inside of it and feeding on your sweet whimpers.

He was suffocating your with his mouth, the kiss so messy, you could barely distinguish the drool that would drip out the corner of your lips and the hot water falling above you. You were loosing focus, the heat too high for you to handle already and the strength of his hand on the back of your head making you feel small and vulnerable. His lips were biting and pulling on yours, never satisfied enough and needing to fully feel your taste on his tongue.

He kept pulling you towards him, his body rubbing against yours in sync with him swollen lips on yours. Both of you were losing oxygen and feeling a little stinging sensation take over your flesh. When he pulled away, a line of saliva followed but was cute by his tongue licking his bottom lip. He smirked, kissing you once more and running his tongue over you lips before fully pulling away to look at the mess he had turned you in.

“Look at you… Already fucking desperate for me to fuck you… When you kept me away for two fucking weeks…”

You couldn’t respond, too mesmerized by the deepness of his voice as you felt it resonate from your head to your pussy and make it pulsate violently. You blinked slowly, still in awe, eyes staring at his face and taking in his hard features. He looked about ready to do nasty things to you, and you were ready to take it all. You clenched your thighs together, which caught his attention. He looked down on your lower stomach and smiled, he would see your juices pour out of you to coat your inner thighs.

He softly dove down onto your neck and rubbed his nose into your skin while your own hands lowered from his chest to pull at the waist band of his jeans. You shuffled with the zipper for a few seconds before he grabs your wrists together and pins them to the wall, above you. When you inhale a sharp breath in surprise, he smiles.

He watched your chest move up and down, in sync with your breathing. You tits, so soft and supple were calling for him, screaming and crying for attention. God, he’d missed them desperately in the last two weeks. He wasted no time to leave your neck to hoist you up and bring them to the perfect level for them to be facing him. He rubbed his face between them, kissing the inside of your breasts and rubbing his nose on your bust. He looked up at you and in this moment, he felt like you were a goddess being worshipped by a mortal man in desperate need for you. Your beautiful eyes were laid on his, staring at him as he nuzzled into you.

His mouth latched onto your nipples, sucking them in vigorously. He let go of your nape and your waist, keeping you up with his hips and digging the tip of his cock into your heat. You could feel it all through the wet fabric of his pants, the throbbing of his cock as it tried to spring free to find refuge in you. He wanted to be inside you but first would need to taste you more.

“F-Fuck… Peter… Baby, calm down…” You moaned, feeling his teeth bite on your nipple before going back to sucking.

He chuckled against your breast before letting it go to latch on the other. His hands were never inactive, his fingers circling around the areolas tenderly and ripping shivers of pleasure out of you on top of your needy moans.

He hummed around your skin, his hands palming and kneading your flesh like dough. He was being rough and tender all at one, bringing you to this in-between state that had you crying for more. He was turning you upside down, making you as loud as he could and he loved you. He had every intention of fucking the silence out of you after all.

When his mouth detached from your chest, he kept on grinding his cock into you and molding your breasts, fingers still playing with the nipples. His brown eyes were hooded and dripping in lust but never left you. They were fixated on you, like stuck on your beautiful face and how it would be marked by the pleasure only he could give you.

“You feel this Bunny ? You feel how hard my cock gets for you ? You can feel it huh ? Throbbing like a fucking teenager because I can’t live without you ? Nothing does this to me, only you and your sweet voice…” He groaned into your ear.

Letting go of one of your tits, he reached for the hot water, turning it off completely and replacing it with cold water. You should’ve been freezing but you weren’t, the shared body heat sufficient to keep you warm.

His lips were quick to find yours again before they moved down your neck and shoulders. He bit and sucked on your flesh, the sweet, honey like taste of your skin lingering on his tongue and engraving itself on his taste buds. Your own hips started moving, rubbing your wetness over his bulge and pushing yourself lower on his to feel him deeper.

“P-Peter… Baby please… Please, m-more…” You breathed out, needing to feel him split you in two. You didn’t care about your anger and your initial fight, you just needed him and he knew that, more than anyone. His senses picking up on your arousal and on how much slick you were dripping on him.

“You wanna beg now Bunny ? Let me hear your voice a little more before…” He smirked, bringing his hands low and pushing two fingers into your folds to gather your juice and taste it.

You were as sweet as a pint of sugar, so much so that he could feel the cavity already forming in his mouth. He tasted you before but these two weeks brought a new height of desperation in him. He needed to taste you all over again. To awaken everything that went silent the moment you crossed the door on your way out of his apartment. He brought his hands back to your folds and starting toying with your clit, swollen and in desperate need of attention. He rubbed his thumb over it, grazing it softly and shushing you when you let out a cry of pleasure.

He wanted to coo at you, feeling whiplash at the contrast between the cold girl you were to him previously but the sweet and needy girl he was grinding his cock into right now. He loved both and would get on his knees for both, but this one, he would pamper and spoil rotten, because she was his good girl, his princess, his Bunny, and she’d get everything from him. Just not now, right now she needed to be punished just a little. Because despite grinding into him like this, you were biting your lips as hard as you could to keep him from hearing you moans out his name.

“You still find it in you to be silent huh ? Still wanna be a brat ? Fine, let’s see how long you can last while I fuck the silence out of you.” He grunted, lips pressed to your ear as his thumb pressed on your sensitive bud and ripped a cry of pleasure out of your throat. “That’s what I fucking thought.”

Turning the water off, he suddenly hoisted you up, properly wrapping your soft thighs around his waist before pushing his bulge into your clenching cunt. He would ruin that poor little hole and turn you into a mess equally as bad as he’d been because of you.

While one of his hands came to grab your ass and keep you up, he put the other to work and opened his pants to let them drop to the floor in a loud tud. Slipping his feet out and kicking the dripping piece of fabric out of the cabin, he let his hand wander back to your neck, grabbing it roughly and pulling you for a kiss that would leave you crying for more. His tongue roaming into your mouth and exploring you thoroughly, you tried to pull away, muttering his name softly each time you had an opening. You laid you hands on his chest, thinking of pushing him away to breath and to win this fight, but he was a good player and you were melting into his hands. He would reach for you every time you would back up and would grunt in your mouth for you to stay still or to speak and tell him clearly what you wanted.

You felt your warm walls throb at each order he’d give you, dominating both your body and your mind. Without thinking, you had been pushing your pelvis towards his member, trying to feel the bulbous head of his cock poke at your entrance and give you slight relief. You were moaning and whining into his mouth, your sweet sound resonating through your bodies and sending shivers down your spine.

You bit back a loud desperate sound of pleasure when he probed at your entrance with his fingers and his cock all at once. The two brought you higher than what you’d experienced before, your walls parting wide for the man you love. He kept your neck held tightly in his grip, his fingers holding your head still and guiding your every move.

The sound of your whines and soft pleas was intoxicating, each one of them going from your loth to his and falling straight into his aching cock. He pulled away from you, kissing your lips repeatedly in small tender kisses. He would gladly spend more time tasting your swollen lips greedily, but he could feel him close to cumming without touching you and he was on a very important mission.

Pushing the tip of his cock into you, he rubbed it up and down, pulling out each time you’d move to have him entirely inside you. He coated your folds and the with the pearly droplets of cum gathering on the small on his tip. His hands left the back if your neck to hold your jaw open, preventing you from keeping in your sounds.

“Feel that Bunny ? Feel the tip of my cock ? If you were good, I’d give you the whole thing... Fuck… Yeah… I’d give you… All I have… If you were good… You want it don’t you ? Tell me you want it Bunny…” He groaned in your mouth, licking the inside and kissing you feverishly.

You felt his tip leave you to lay heavily on your clit, Peter guiding his member to rub on your clit and take the sounds he’d been craving from you.

“A-Anh… F-Fuck… Peter… P-Peter please… I’m begging you please… I’m sorry, b-baby please…” You cried out, feeling your swollen bud about to explode, your walls fluttering violently and tearing down your restraint. “Oh, fuck ! Baby, please ! Please Peter, please, please, p-please !”

Shoving two fingers in your mouth to lay them flat on your tongue and open your mouth wider, he nodded slowly, praising you softly for being good. He knew you’d fold, he knew what cards to play. You were his good girl, he had said it before. You would always do your best, you craved his praises as much as he craved you. Your greedy cunt was doing all the thinking for you, begging for more, begging for him to invade her and turn you into a stupid mess of cum and loud chants of his name.

“You were so mean to me Bunny… So, so fucking mean… Now look at you… Can barely think without my cock telling you what to think… That pretty little head’s all empty, ain’t it ?”

He was about ready to cum right here, right now when you mindlessly nodded, ready to do whatever he wanted from you in hope if getting properly filled up. You’d scream his name as much as he desired if it meant getting his load in every hole of your body. All this, he knew it all to well, which is why he didn’t make you wait any longer. Parting your open with his fingers and swallowing back a moan when you kept nodding like a bobble head, leaning back enough to see how your pussy would swallow him whole. Your tits in full view, you pulled him toward your chest when his long shaft split you open. God, you’d missed him so much, so, so much. He was barely in, a quarter of his cock inside you, that you already felt full. Pulling back, he shoved himself deep in you in one rough thrust. He was fully in you, the tip of his cock rubbing against your cervix.

“Oooh, fuck… Feel… F-Feel so good… So good P-Please… Gimme more… Just a little…” You mewled, voice slurred, drunk off of the feeling of his member invading you so deeply. You were properly cockdrunk, just like he wanted.

Just like he would usually do, he kissed the side of your neck and face to bring you back down to Earth. He wanted you as rational as you could be before fucking you. That’s how he enjoyed breaking you down into tiny pieces. Each and every one of them, as desperate as the next for his attention. That Peter wanted you desperate for him.

He caressed you jaw softly when you let out a cry of displeasure as he pulled out. To not upset you further, he pushed himself back into your warm walls, hands tightening around your thighs. He had waited long enough to feel his high get closer and closer. He was going to cum soon and needed you to give him at least one orgasm first. Seeing you role your hips on him, he knew it would be an easy task.

“Fuck Bunny… So wet but I still feel like I’m about to break you…” He groaned, kissing the crook of your neck to call himself down.

He let go of one of your thighs to start his attack on your pliant body. His long fingers caressed your stomach, pressing into it when he felt his own cock under your skin. When you felt his thumb run closer to your clit again, you started squirming, too sensitive to take whatever he had in mind. Now, you knew you were being punished, Peter couldn’t handle not hearing from you or simply hearing you. You’d brought this on yourself and you would take what he was doing without whining.

His hips started moving in and out of your swollen cunt, gaining a rapid and rough pace that had your cries of pleasure resonating inside the small bathroom. Eyes blown wide and vision blurred by the tears, you could only hold onto him as he fuck you deep. His cock was hitting your pelvis hard enough to have you feeling him everywhere inside you. Your nails were gripping tightly on his flesh, lashing deep marks all over his back. Your entire body was shaking at the rhythm he chose for you. You couldn’t hold yourself together, only take as he broke you down.

His thumb never left your sensitive bud, rubbing circles around it as the head of his cock plowed into your cervix. You cried louder when in a swift move, practically impossible to notice, he changed the position just enough to strike into your deepest part. You completely forgot your earlier plans, wailing his name for whoever could hear to do so.

That was what Peter Parker did when he couldn’t hear your voice. He’d fuck the silent treatment out of you if his excuses and pleading wasn’t enough. And you, little fox that you were, would sometimes find it amusing to push him when you had forgiven him long ago. You would do anything to get the dominant side out, the version that would have you obey his cock’s every command. What could you say ? You liked being turned into his brainless cockdrunk Bunny.

“Oh, God ! Peter, fuck ! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck ! Oh please, don’t stop ! R-Right there Baby please ! S-So… So good !” You screamed into his ear when you got close to your end.

“G-Good… Good girl… Give me more sounds Baby, be as loud as you want…” He praised, rubbing you clit just the right way.

A wave of white covered your face, blinding you as you felt your insides explode all over him. Your cum rushed down his shaft, drowning him in your sweet juices. He followed quickly, assaulting your recovering mind before you could come down. His cum shot out, warming your walls into a big lava like sensation. Feeling his seed spread in you drove your brain down the deepest, darkest corner of stupidity it has ever been in. Your entire body, in this very instant, knew only one thing : him. Your entire being, each and every cell in sync, screamed for him to fill you up more.

“F-Fuck ! P-Peter, Aaaah… P-Peter, Peter, Peter…” You sobbed, tightening your arms around his neck and biting softly on his shoulder. Your nails were still digging into his back, needing to ground you to something, or someone.

Your body kept rocking against his, soft thrust pushing his cum deeper into you. You were still moaning his name, your nose rubbing against his jaw and inhaling his scent. He wanted you stupid and moaning his name, keeping you as loud as possible ? Well that’s exactly what you gave him. He couldn’t help but be proud of you, his Bunny outdid herself. You truly were a good girl.

“See Bunny, that’s what you get for ignoring me.” He smiled softly, his lips pressed on your forehead. His hand went up to your nape, grabbing it tightly and pulling you closer to him. His thumb went up to your neck, grazing it softly. You swallowed hard, anticipating his next love and feeling the slick rush out of your messy folds. “Let’s see how loud you can really get, okay ? I’ll apologize to your neighbors later.”

The moment his lips kissed your temple in one last caring and loving motion, you knew you’d be in for a long night.

~

And you weren’t wrong to think so, your hips bruised from the firm grip he held on them as he bounced you on top of his warm cock. The physical strength given by the spider bite proved your poor exhausted body how far this man could go simply to hear the sound of your voice resonate in his eardrums, even in a very painful way when you’d scream his name loud enough of bite his skin to muffle your sounds.

You had both finished a while ago but you kept your arms locked in place, the body of your boyfriend stuck in place, against you. There was worse places and positions to be stuck in. This one wasn’t one of them, far from it actually.

“Bunny, I’m gonna lay us ok the bed okay ? I’m not going anywhere, we’re cleaning up when you feel better, that okay with you ?” He asked softly, waiting for your greenlight to move you both.

When you nodded silently, he was smooth and gentle in his actions. He delicately placed your head on the pillows, quickly throwing away the ones who’d been soaked by your bodies. You’d been smart to rip away the covers to drop them on the floor, as well as a few pillows. He had completely ignored it but sleeping in warm and dry sheets was definitely better.

You nuzzled into the pillows, looking for the perfect position before pulling him to you, your eyes closed as well as your mouth. You needed to rest after the amount of tears and screams you had let out in this one singular night.

While you fell asleep, his eyes, piercing holes in your face, analyzed your features and burnt them all individually in his memory. He’d remember the soft feeling of your plush lips against his, the heat in your cheeks, the droplets resting on your eyelashes, the crease on your eyelids as you shut your eyes to let the tears of pleasure flow out. All this, he did this and both his ego and girth were struggling with the amount of power he had over you. He knew, and so did you, that you had control over his every move. You could kiss the back of his neck that he’d beg to bury his face between your thighs. Now, seeing what he did to you turned his world upside down and spun it violently. Seeing you cry of pleasure at the feeling of his covered member, so close but too far for your liking, that made him want to see how desperate he could get you. That would be an experiment for another day, for now, he’d make you scream his name so loud, Peter Parker’s name would be more famous than Spiderman’s.

He held you by the waist and kissed the side of your neck to settle your hazy mind and bring you back to him. Your legs felt like cotton candy, trembling still at the violence of your last orgasm and the multiple ones that had preceded. While doing all of this, his lips never stopped kissing you softly, your body trembling at each one of them. You felt like a walking cliché thinking this but, they felt like a dozen of butterflies all dancing around you and resting around the sensitive parts of your body, the parts that only he could know.

Finally able to look at him entirely and without interruption, you giggle when you remembered his attire from earlier. You managed to raised yourself above him to kiss the crown of his hair.

“What’s making you laugh Bunny ?” He asked, looking at you with an amused grin. The little giggle made him scream in agony, you were making his heart stop a little more each time you did something.

“You’re wore jeans in the shower… Like that vine… You’re washing you in your clothes…” You slurred, your entire body feeling like boiled potatoes. Your voice was broken and shifted to a raspier version if it.

This could’ve killed the mood but he couldn’t help it, laughing loudly at your complete disregard for your physical state and what had happened to you not too long ago. Making vine references after getting fucked was something only you two could do, that’s how you were beyond the fighting, the little sprinkle on codependency and the many other flaws you both shared. You were a bunch of kids in love for each other to a very high degree, one that only few could reach so early in a relationship. You were lucky to be stuck in a constant honeymoon phase but realistic, with the flights and the necessary conversations.

Suddenly thinking about the reason why you two were in this situation to begin with, it all felt so stupid and futile. Looking into his eyes with a big grin, you kissed the tip of his nose before burying yours in his neck. You would apologize for ignoring him for two weeks and for putting yourself in danger in the first place, and he’d apologize for yelling at you when you were protecting him and for saying things that he didn’t think or that were true for the sake of getting his point across. You would both do all if this later, him doing his part after he properly took care of you for keeping him from hearing you for two weeks.

For now though, you’d wait until your voice was back and you’d take the time to think of another reason to be silent for a little while. Everything was a good reason to have him fuck you like this again.