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deexchanel · 1 year

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Bullshit!

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Pairing: Dad!Steve Rogers, BlackOC x Peter Parker.

Warning: Swearing, Arguing, Fighting.

Summary: Armani sneaks out and Steve finds out.

A/N: I thought of this at random. It’s not edited but I’ll fix it later.

Armani took curlers out of her hair as the group chat was booming with messages. It’s nearing the end of the school year, and it’s a party going on at Fran’s house. Everyone going, including Peter. Mj has him wrapped around her finger as they’ve gotten closer over the school year.

Eventually, the ‘You wanna hang?’ text stopped, and Armani hung out with her homegirls more. Steve was watching tv in the living room. “Armani!”

“Yess?” Armani paused on doing her hair, walking to the living room.

“Heyy what did you wanna eat-.”He looked over and examined the outfit. “Where are you going?”

Armani brushed off her dress, “Some party. I won’t be out late.” she turned around going to her room without waiting on a response but Steve followed.

“How are you going to go to a party? You didn’t even ask me to go like damn you could’ve at least asked!” He furrowed his brow. She waved him off because he’s always doing missions and never have time so why pay attention now. Steve always busy so she’s use to moving by herself without questions being asked.

“Don’t wave me off Armani Rogers and since you want to be like that. You’re not going.” Steve raised his voice, her waving him off struck a nerve. All she had to do was ask and she could go. He’s getting the vibe that she doesn’t respect him anymore. He is her father and wants to know where she going for her safety.

“You can’t do that!” She sat on her bed now mad. Steve pointed to himself. “Yes I can. I’m the adult!”

“yeah the adult that’s never here.”

She faced the window, shaking her head,“Man you bullshitin.”

He grabbed her shoulder, “I’m bullshitin? All you had to do was ask me but you blew up into this attitude monster! This conversation is over!” He shook his head in disbelief walking out the room.

Armani screamed into her pillow. The group chat buzzed some more and she screamed again. This is all so frustrating because why is he acting like this all of a sudden. It was one thing left to do.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y?”She whispered to the A.I system hoping that she will match her energy like how a Alexa be. This is Armani’s first time using it but she’s took notice to how everyone uses it.

“Yes Armani?” She talked in a normal voice but the teenager quickly shushed her.

“Shushh! Don’t talk so loud!”

“Yes?” The A.I now whispered.

“Do you think you can mute the elevator ‘ding’ noise? I need to get downstairs!”

“No.”

“F.R.I.D.A.Y can you help me? Please! It’s this almost end of the school year party going on and I really want to go. My best friend will be there looking bad as ever and I need to be stepping with her. Plus Peter will be there.” Armani grabbed her purse then began to put on her shoes. “damn that boy is so fine!”

I guess telling F.R.I.D.A.Y her true feelings about Peter, she decided to help. “Since you want me to help, I have to tell them your whereabouts when asked. I am programmed too. Be safe Armani.”

“Okay F.R.I.D.A.Y. I just need enough time for Peter to notice me. Thanks.”

“It’s muted Armani.”

She didn’t respond, slowly opening the door to her room.Armani crawled on the floor as quiet as she could. Steve was on the couch nodding off with the tv playing in front of him. Her purse fell off her back onto the floor which had him to turn around but Armani was hidden behind the couch. Her heart beating against her cheat hoping he began to watch tv again.

She sat there another five minutes then began crawling again to the elevator. Armani pressed down and the doors immediately opened without a noise being made. When the doors closed she stood up but her legs felt wobbly.

“Oh shit!! How the fuck did I pull that off on a super soldier?”She joked to herself while clutching her beating chest. Armani laughed slowly sliding down to the ground again. Damn she really did that.

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“Hey bestie! You looking good as always!” Jayla instantly spotted her girl out the crowd. Armani lift her shades onto her head and gave her the biggest hug.

“Heyy bestie! Guess the fuck what!”

“Girl what?”

“I snuck past Dad on the couch. Bitch my heart was beating so fast.”

Jayla laughed her ass off. “Omg. Are you serious?”

“Yes!” Armani laughed then took sight of the crowd. She pulled at the hems of her dress looking for that familiar face. Her best friend obviously knew who she’s looking for and gave the lo.

“Left corner, behind the ping pong table near that bar. We can go over there if you want?”

Armani got nervous since she couldn’t see who was with them. “Does my outfit look good? Shades on or off? I’m not going.” She said in one breath. The best friends worked on telling each other whatever feel so the other can help the best way they can.

“Okay calm now babes. You look good and you will get his attention.” Jayla grabbed her shoulders then smoothed her pink hair down. “Let’s go over there. I got your back and you got mine.”

“Yeah you’re right. Whew!”Armani took a deep breath. They held hands as they walked over to the location of Peter. He stood there looking good as ever beside Ned. Some more of their classmates stood around holding conversation.

“Heyyy Peter.” Armani grew confidence when they were closer. He turned around with a cup in his hand and that to die for smile.

“Mani, Hey!” He took in her outfit. “You look really good.”

She took notice of the nickname he gave, “Thank you.” Mani smiled while giving him a hug. Peter took in her smell as he wrapped his arm around her waist. When they pulled apart, he didn’t let her get far. Him and Ned had talked about this moment for weeks. He’s always had his eyes on his ‘Mani’

“How about we go dance?”

This was the moment she had been waiting for. “Um yeah, let me go get a cup.”Mani was mentally dancing for joy as she walked to get her cup.

When she got back, he lead her to the dance floor.

“Damn, I need you right now

You can take your time, don't have to rush”

Collide played through the speakers. He stood behind her as his arm wrapped around her chest area. Peter’s face was very closer to her neck and he loved every moment of it. Armani focused on her hips to the beat.

“This might take us a while, yeah

I left all the doors unlocked and you said you're on your way.”

Peter grabbed her waist as she grind against him, feeling his friend grow. The liquor kicked in for the both of them but Armani wanted more. “I’m going to get some more to drink!” She pointed to the bar.

“Want me to come?”

“Yes please.”

They held hands as she guided them over to the bar.

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Steve awoken suddenly, the vibe in the tower was off. The tv was still playing and only the kitchen light was on. He stretched then got up from the couch making way to Armani’s room.

“Armani? Princess let’s…” He opened the door to see an empty bedroom. Steve took notice of the surroundings. Her clothes were disorganized as if she was looking through them, no signs of struggle and she had multiple purses laid out. Armani had managed to sneak past him and now Steve was pissed. He pulled out his phone to text her.

Popsicle

You snuck out for what Armani?

Popsicle

You’re in so much trouble.

Popsicle

When have I ever been against you? All you had to do was ask Armani. I really can’t believe you right now!

Popsicle

Where are you??

Not getting a response, irritated him more. It was only one person to ask since it was only them two there. “F.R.I.D.A.Y where is she??”

“A party Mr.Rogers…”

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“Let’s go outside and take pictures!” Jayla suggested to the group. Armani ignored all messages from her Dad as she sat on Peter’s lap. Betty, Ned, and this cute guy named Luke were around them, chilling as well.

“Let’s go then.” Luke got up from the couch then turned to Jayla helping her up. The group made their way outside going to Luke’s car. While they helped Jayla with her pictures, Armani leaned against the car while Peter hovered with his hands on her waist.

“Your hands been glued to me all night Parker.” Armani giggled with her hands touching his soft hair. He kissed her neck,“You look so damn good I can’t help myself.” Peter pulled back a bit taking in those luxurious cheekbones and smooth brown skin.

“Can I take you out to somewhere nice?”

Armani looked away out of nervousness and a smile slowly crept in until confusion struck. “Don’t you talk to MJ? I don’t want to be seen as nothing.”

“You won’t be seen as anything. MJ and I aren’t anything Mani. I want you.” He placed his hand under her chin to gently get her to look at him. “You deserve to be took somewhere nice so let me do it.”

She blushed madly, with having liquor in her system she didn’t know if this was real or not. “Ohh my fucking god, is this happening right now?”

Peter laughed, “Yes, this is happening right now.”

Armani laughed herself for sounding so stupid,”Well then, yes you can take me out somewhere.” Peter smiled then leaned closer to her. She took hint and placed her lips onto his. Her hands went under his shirt as the kiss deepened. my goodness, his muscular build had her weak.

Then suddenly Peter is abruptly pulled off of her and Steve landed a punch to his face. “What! Dad?!” Armani screamed as Peter quickly regained focus and punched Steve in the face. Before they could wrestle, Armani quickly intervened.

“No! No! Do not fucking fight!” Her arms spread between the two guys to keep them apart. “Dad what are you doing here?!”

“I came to get my underage daughter from this party she wasn’t even supposed to go to! I find her swapping spit with Parker. I’m going to hurt you son!” Steve reached forward again but Armani tried her best to push him back.

“No dad chill out!”

“No Armani! I’ll chill out when my own daughter learn how to respect me. You’re 16! One Six! I let you get the crazy hair colors, the latest things, and be a little easy on the rules but what I don’t let slide is you sneaking out of the tower! Let’s go now!” Steve glared at her then grabbed her arm, leading her to his motorcycle.

“Wait Cap, I’m-” Peter ran his hand through his hair, wanting to apologize but Steve cut him off.

“Don’t say another fucking word Parker!”

He hopped on his bike and the second Armani was secured, Steve sped off. She held onto her Dad as tears began to fall down her cheek.

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He put his bike in park and got off. They didn’t speak a word to each other while they walked into the tower.

“Dad…”Armani spoke softly as the elevator approached living quarters. “I’m sorry.”

He didn’t respond, just looked straight ahead. She tugged at his leather jacket. “Dad.”

Steve faced his daughter with his cheekbone now swelling. The elevator doors opened and he walked out before her. “Dad!” Did you not hear me?” He was making way to the exercise room to release anger but turned around.

“I’m disappointed in you Armani.” Without another word, he walked off.

Armani stood there in tears knowing her father figure was tired of her shit. She pushed it to far and he probably wants to take her back to the orphanage. “Fuck! What have I done?”

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yeahhh cause what it do! should it be a part 2 ?

I hope yall are enjoying the new year!🫶🏾

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blooming-violets · 1 year

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Mirror, Mirror || TASM

[tasm!peter x black cat/felicia hardy]

Summary: Felicia lures her favorite Spider back to her hideout in the hopes of receiving his attention. (a mirror smut fic)

TWs: 18+ smut, rough oral sex, not the healthiest of relationships

A/N: I’m doing an experiment by reposting this without certain labels.

Felicia silently dropped in through her bedroom window and closed it behind her. The bag of stolen jewels was tossed carelessly onto the bed, the pieces rolling out over the blanket. Yellow street lights poured in through the window to illuminate the diamonds and create a soft, pleasing sparkle across the mattress. A bed full of diamonds used to sound appealing to her. Now, it didn’t hold much value. The jewels weren’t something she cared about. It was the act of stealing them that drew her in. Once they were in her possession, she couldn’t care less what happened to them.

Her leather stiletto boots made a satisfying sound to her ears as she crossed over the hardwood floor towards her full length mirror. She had challenged herself to complete the mission in heels tonight. It gave her an added boost of confidence knowing she was just as agile in them as her combat boots. They made her leather clad ass look extra impressive and she was aiming to impress tonight. Her end goal was never the jewels. Felicia was specifically looking to catch the watchful eye of her favorite little Spider. She knew he had followed her back home. She could sense him in the shadows and felt him following her every move. He had stayed quiet tonight, lacking his usual fast witted quips. That meant he had alternative motives. He didn’t want to catch her in the act. He wanted to surprise her when he thought her guard would be down. He wanted more from her than a sarcastic exchange of words.

She knew what he wanted, she craved it too, and she led him straight to her hideout to get it.

Felicia tossed her mask off and pretended to fix her hair, running her fingers through the dyed, snow white locks. Her eyes stayed trained on the window, waiting for him to arrive. She hid her smile when she saw the familiar red gloved hand silently lift the pane up. She’d play dumb for him this once. She’d let him think he was sneaky as long as she got what she wanted from him in the end. Peter crawled through the opening and up her wall onto the ceiling. She hummed softly to herself, fanning through her hair, and patiently waiting for him to make his presence known.

Finally, he unstuck from the ceiling to land with a nearly silent thud directly behind her. She feigned a gasp of surprise for his sake. He straightened up to make himself seem taller and squared his shoulders. She couldn’t see his expression behind the mask but she assumed he’d be smug, thinking he surprised her with an ambush. She liked him best when he was cocky. His brash confidence amused her.

“Someone’s been a bad kitty. I thought you were over petty thieving?” He growled in her ear. He always deepened his voice when he wanted to be more menacing than he really was. She knew his every tick. He didn’t scare her. She’d seen him at his most vulnerable. She’d seen him whimpering and begging her to let him cum, completely undone, and drooling over her. It was impossible to be intimidating with that image stuck in mind.

Felicia replied with a curt laugh, “I wouldn’t call robbing a highly secured bank and emptying out a vault petty thieving. You’re undermining my skills. Are you trying to neg me, Spidey? Do you think it’ll make me want you more if you undervalue me?”

She refused to turn around to give him the attention he was craving. Instead, she gazed at her own reflection in the mirror. His masked face bore into her but she ignored it. He liked it when she didn’t give him the time of day. It gave him something to chase. And if there was anything she learned about Spider-Man, it was that he loved a good chase.

“What would I need to neg you for? I already have you.” The presumptuous tone of his voice shone through with every word.

She rolled her eyes in mock annoyance, “You’re an idiot. You wish you could have me. I’m out of your league, web slinger.”

They often wrestled for who would claim dominance. There was no natural pecking order between them. They seized whatever the moment allowed them, desperate and needy for whatever they could get. Tonight, she was hoping he would take charge. She wanted to give up control. She wanted him to do the heavy lifting but she’d never outright admit it.

“Someone needs to be punished for robbing banks. I caught you red handed. I’ve been following you all night.” He made it sound like that information should be a shock to her.

Felicia chuckled, sarcasm dripping from her lips, “I would have never guessed. You’re not as sneaky as you think. The red and blue don’t make for good camouflage. Next time, if you want to blend into the shadows, try taking a page out of my book, and go for the black. I think skin tight leather would look nice on you. It’d highlight your ass.”

Peter turned sideways, admiring himself in the mirror, and sticking out his behind, “You think so? The spandex already doesn’t leave much to the imagination.”

“Leather gives a nice shine. Draws the eye in.” She subtly arched her back, puffing out her chest to draw his eyes to her partially exposed cleavage, clad in black leather.

She watched his body language change, his breath catching in his throat, and his shoulders subtly tensing. He turned to push himself closer behind her. She smiled as she felt his hips press into her backside.

“You need to stop the thieving, Cat. I thought we had a deal?” His voice was gruff. She knew that meant he was turned on and was trying to fight his feelings. “The Black Cat was going to side with me from now on. You were on my side, remember? Good guys don’t rob banks.”

“My morals have always been shady, Spidey. You know this,” Felicia pouted out her bottom lip at his reflection. “Maybe I need some more convincing? How was it you persuaded me last time to join you? If I recall correctly, it involved a pair of handcuffs and a hitachi wand. Human beings are very susceptible when they’re on the brink of an orgasm. You might want to try that tatic again.”

The exhale he replied with was his sign that he was fully on board where she was taking this meeting. He wanted her as much as she needed him. Peter reached his hand up to pull off his mask.

“Wait!” Felicia caught his hand before he could expose anything more than his lips. “Leave the mask on. I like you better that way.”

She couldn’t see his eyes but she knew him well enough to know he was rolling them. His hand fell from the mask and back to his side as his shoulders deflated. The corners of his mouth turned to a frown.

“Hurts my ego every time you say that,” he huffed. “I have a perfectly decent face. You know you’re really mean, right?”

She laughed, “Good. You need to be knocked down a few pegs.” Her voice lowered into a purr to draw him back in. “And if I remember correctly, you like it when I’m mean.” She backed her ass up against his hips and wiggled over his crotch, feeling him twitch to life. “See? Someone enjoys my torment.”

Peter smirked. She liked watching the way his lips moved when he smiled. It was the only part of his face she allowed him to show. She didn’t want to know who was under the mask. She wanted Spider-Man, not the man behind him. It was easier to distance herself that way.

Felicia lifted her hand to grip onto the silver zipper dangling between her breasts. She slowly rolled it down her top, letting her bra push through, and expose her tight stomach. She watched Peter carefully through the mirror, tempting him with her seductive gaze.

It didn’t take long for him to cave. It never did.

His gloved hands raised to her shoulders to peel the leather top from her body. He discarded the garment to the floor with little care. He trailed his fingers over her black bra, tracing along the straps, until he reached the back. The bra popped off her chest and was tossed aside after her top. Peter gave an approving hum at the sight of her heavy breasts. His face nuzzled into the top of her hair as his arms ensnared around her waist.

“You’re a very bad kitty,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss her bare shoulder.

The low grumble of his words mixed with the warmth of his body rubbing behind her caused a flame to ignite in her stomach. Felicia closed her eyes, tilting her head back to rest against her Spider and gave a lazy smile, “Are you going to do something about that then?”

She could see herself on full display in the mirror. Her bare breasts with hard capped nipples hanging heavy against her chest. The indented curve of her sides, muscles rippling under her tight skin, to give way to her full hips. The way the leather pants hugged her legs, highlighting their long length, and the toned muscles of her calves. Her heeled boots blended in perfectly with the pant leg to make it seem like one piece. She liked the way he took the time to admire her body as he slowly uncovered new skin. She looked good and she knew it. If she was Spider-Man, she wouldn’t be able to resist herself either.

He urged her closer to the mirror to get a good look at her and started rubbing his hands over her sides. She always loved the way the ribbed material of his suit felt against her skin. She was almost certain he designed it that way so he could finger people without having to take off his gloves and make it feel extra nice for his partners. He seemed like the kind of sick bastard who would think about that. She wasn’t complaining. She loved cumming over his thick, gloved fingers and knowing he’d keep the lingering smell of her on them for as long as he could. She’d caught him sniffing his glove a few times in the past after one their rendezvous.

“I’ve been waiting all night for you to finish your heist. It took you twenty minutes longer than usual to rob that bank. I think you’re losing your touch,” he murmured.

Felicia smirked back at him, “It’s because of the heels. Brand new. I was breaking them in. What do you think of them? You like?”

“I’ve been watching your ass saunter around in them all night. Looked great but you lacked your usual swiftness. Can’t complain though. It gave me enough time to rub one out while you fumbled around with the stupid safe.” He cupped the weight of her breasts in each hand while he spoke.

“You were looking at my ass and jerking off? What would the public think about that, Spider-Man? The Bugle would have a field day when they found out. I am very disappointed in you. Good guys don’t creep on women without their knowledge.” This was another reason why she loved when he kept the mask on. It unleashed a darker side of him that he’d never reveal with it off. The mask gave him safety. A physical barrier between Peter Parker and Spider-Man. “Are you sure I’m the one who needs punishment? It sounds like you’ve been a very bad Spider.”

Peter growled in response, his lips curling into a smile. They were already fighting for dominance and he wasn’t going to let her win this time. He spun her around and tossed her over his shoulder. Felicia gasped, the breath being knocked from her lungs, as she felt him rip her boots from her feet. He quickly followed by peeling her skin tight pants off her legs, leaving her completely naked, and stranded over his shoulder. Any other person would have struggled to get those pants off that quickly but, with his enhanced strength, they were no match for him. Peter could throw her around with ease like she weighed nothing. He loved being able to show off his strength as if it was supposed to impress her.

A gloved hand caressed her bare ass cheek before giving it a hard smack, “No panties tonight? Naughty girl.” He dropped her back to her feet and spun her around be face to face with her reflection. She let out a quiet whine of pleasure at being forcibly man handled. Without her heels, he seemed much taller, looming behind her, than before. She wanted to feel small tonight and he was giving her exactly what she needed.

Peter dropped his hand to slide between her thighs. The movements were slow and meticulous, urging his way higher up to find his prize. Felicia gave a squeak of approval when she felt him part her lips and trace along her slit.

He rested his chin on the top of her head and grinned at her in the mirror, “You’re already soaking through my glove and I haven’t even stuck a finger in yet. Someone’s desperate.”

It was true. Right now, Peter was the only person she was currently having sex with. He was the only one she felt safe enough with to let her guard down. He might be a masked vigilante but he had a reputation of being the good guy. A hero. He’d proven himself to be a good sexual partner over the last few months. He was exciting. He could read her better than most people and knew when to pull back from going too far. As long as he kept his mask on, she was happy to let him play with her. It had been over two weeks since she last saw him. That’s why the jewel heist was necessary. The Black Cat was in desperate need of attention that only he could provide.

Light whimpers tumbled from her lips as her slick folds were expertly stroked. Every time he reached her clit, he’d twirl the tip of a finger around it, teasing her without giving her the satisfaction she was craving. Her breath was already coming in heavy pants. Her hips would roll with his fingers, trying to keep him closer to her swollen clit, but constantly being purposefully evaded to keep her begging for more. She knew she was leaking all over his palm. She could feel the wetness of his glove against her sensitive skin. There was something about being toyed with by Spider-Man, New York’s goody two shoes, that made her drip with excitement.

Finally, Peter eased in his thick, middle finger. The ribbed material of his glove gave her that added bit of pleasure. Before she even had time to open her mouth to let out a moan or adjust to the invasion, he was adding in a second.

“Yes,” she gasped.

This was exactly what she needed, her body was screaming out for a release. The tips of his fingers grazed perfectly over that delicious spot inside of her which made her knees tremble. Peter created a steady rhythm, pumping in and out of her, putting a portion of his strength into each thrust of his arm. The noises her pussy was making were positively filthy. He hooked and twisted his fingers to delve in deeper and reach every angle he could manage while her ears were filled with her own moans and the squelching, wetness of her cunt.

“Look at you,” he whispered in her ear. His free hand grabbed a fistful of her hair and shoved her face towards the mirror. “So needy for my touch. Soaking wet. Zero resistance. All it takes is two fingers for you to lose yourself. A proper whore.” He gave her a dark laugh. “Are you like that with everyone you fuck or just me?”

Felicia shook her head, gasping for air as he assaulted her throbbing pussy, “Just you, Spidey. Only you. Only you can make me feel like this.” He had no idea he was the only one she allowed to touch her these days. The less he knew, the better.

He smirked, pleased with her answer, “Are you going to be a good kitty for me from now on? Are you going to behave yourself?”

She whined, “Yes. Yes. I’ll be so good. Please.” She’d say anything if it meant he kept touching her. She grabbed for his other hand and held it between her thighs. “Please. Rub me too. I need more.”

Peter tisked his tongue at her and pulled the hand out of her grasp, “I don’t think you deserve it. If you want someone to rub your clit, you better do it yourself. Go on. Do it. Touch yourself. That’s an order.”

Her heart was racing as she slipped her own hand between her legs. She spread her thighs a little further apart and leaned her back against Peter’s chest. Everything was hot and sopping wet down there. She could feel the slickness coating her thighs and dribbling onto his hand, never ceasing from thrusting into her. The tips of her fingers found her throbbing clit and she locked eyes with the masked one as she began pleasuring herself along with him. His mouth parted while he watched intently and he quickly licked his drying lips. He was enjoying his view in the mirror.

Felicia’s breasts heaved with each heavy, panting breath. She could feel the slight creeping embarrassment heat up her face as she saw how aroused she looked in her reflection. Her face was ignited with a drooling pleasure. He had that effect on her. Whether she was taking control of him or he was of her, she was always left dissolved into a puddle of shaking orgasms by the end. She really was a proper whore when it came to Spider-Man.

Peter made a low noise of approval, “Fuck, Cat. Your walls clamp down so tight whenever your clit gets played with. I love the way you squeeze onto my fingers. So tight.”

She closed her eyes and bit down on her bottom lip to stop the obscene moans rumbling out of her. “Shut up,” she managed to spit out. “You’re no better. I’ve seen you turn into a whining, begging mess in my hands.”

He chuckled, “It was a compliment, dumbass.” His voice lowered into a satisfied purr. “I think it’s hot. Do I make you feel good?”

She grumbled in response, not wanting to give in to him too easily.

He brushed aside her snow white locks and licked up the ridge of her ear, “Come on, Cat. You know you want to answer. Tell me. Do I make you feel good?”

Felicia couldn’t help the moan that fell from her lips as he slowly eased in a third finger. She watched his lips tug into an arrogant smile.

“There we go,” he whispered. “See? It’s not that hard. Look at how well your body reacts to me. It’s like a drug every time I see it. I can’t stay away. Tell me how it good it feels to be finger fucked by Spider-Man. Tell me how much you love it and I’ll give you what you really want.”

She squeezed her eyes closed. She didn’t have to look at herself while she answered, “It feels so good. I love the feeling of your fingers stretching me. I want you inside me all the time. I dream about it every night. Why do you think I robbed a bank tonight? I wanted you to catch me. You’ve been ignoring me for two weeks. I took matters into my own hands.”

Peter slowed, pulled his soaked digits from her clenching channel, and ran them over her breasts, tweaking her nipples. She felt empty without him filling her.

“You could have just called,” he chastised her. “I have a phone, ya know.”

Felicia flashed him a smile, “But this is more fun.”

“Maybe I wanted to see how long it’d take for you to miss me?”

He gripped her hips and turned her around to face him. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she pulled him in for a kiss. She adored the feeling of his warm tongue fighting its way past her lips. He grinded his stiff bulge against her pelvis, attempting to get any kind of friction on it that he could. She humored him by palming him through his suit while he heated up the passionate kiss, moaning into her mouth and giving her a quiet whimper. Eventually he pulled himself out of her intoxicating grasp to spin her back around. She heard him fumbling with the pants of his suit and knew he was unleashing his beautiful cock.

Peter pushed himself up behind her and clasped onto her chin, guiding her attention back up to the mirror, “I want you to look at yourself while I fuck you. I want you to see what I see every time I plunge my cock into you.”

Felicia gasped when she felt the warmth of his thick head press against her folds. She did what he asked and kept her eyes focused on her own reflection. Tantalizingly slow, Peter carefully breached past her puffy lips. He pushed deeper and deeper until she was forced to bite her own finger to suppress a moan. Her eyes had widened with a desperate need and she watched the heated pleasure spread across her expression. For only a brief moment, she wished she could see the look on his face too.

She didn’t have much time to contemplate it before he was pulling back and thrusting into her. His thick appendage stretched her wide and hit deep into her with each thrust. Peter bent her over, holding her up by a fistful of hair, so she was face to face with herself in the mirror. Like he asked, she stared straight into her own dark eyes. She looked completely debauched. Sweat glistened on her forehead, her eyeliner was slightly smudged from its usually crisp cat eye, wispy strands of her straightened hair stuck to cheek and were starting to frizz up from the sweat. Her eyes were dazed and stared back at her with a lewd, helpless expression. Her open, drooling mouth gave out a constant stream of loud, shameless moans and her hot breath fogged up the glass.

“Like what you see?” He growled behind her, smirking at her reflection. “Because I know I do.”

Felicia glanced up at his lopsided mask. His tongue was hanging out from between his lips in concentration as he focused on pumping into her with a steady rhythm. His grip on her hair was the only thing keeping her from falling face first into the mirror. She couldn’t answer him if she wanted to. Her body was too preoccupied on the endless waves of pleasure coursing through her. His cock always felt so nice. She had missed it. She had missed him.

Peter yanked her back up against his chest, her back forced to arch so he could keep up his thrusts, and he steadied her by encompassing her breasts with his hands instead. One of his gloves was still soaked with her juices. It felt cold against her skin as he toyed with her nipple.

“Best set of tits I’ve ever met,” he sighed happily.

Felicia purred with enjoyment as he gripped at her soft flesh, pinching and teasing her taut nipples between his fingers. She could feel his heart pounding against her back. He was loving this as much as she was. He kept a hand massaging her beautiful breasts while the other slayed out over her stomach. He felt the hardness of her muscles and circled down the heat radiating from between her thighs. They both knew the second he found her clit, she’d be pushed over the edge.

She stared into the large whites of his exaggerated eyes and silently urged him onward. Peter’s fingers found her swollen bud and he proceeded to tenderly stoke it.

“That’s it,” he whispered. “Squeeze me tighter. So fucking tight. Good kitty. Feel that orgasm start to rise in your stomach. Look at how your nipples are getting harder. Watch the muscles tighten in your stomach. I want you to cum for me, Cat. Be a good girl and cum for your Spider. Let yourself go. Give in.”

With a high pitched whine followed by a guttural moan, Felicia’s entire body shook with rapid, jerking movements. Peter pumped into her with faster and shorter thrusts, quickly rolling his hand in tight circles over her clit, letting her get every ounce of pleasure that she could. Her soaking channel tightened around him, squeezing onto his cock, riding him like her life depended on it.

He gripped onto her chin to force her eyes back to the mirror, “Watch yourself. Look at you. Look at how beautiful you are as you cum.”

Her eyes met with her own, her vision blurring slightly from the happy tears that always welled up whenever she came. The tight coil building inside of her snapped. It radiated warmth through her entire body. A low, lewd moan fell from her parted lips. She watched the euphoric expression overtake her face, her eyes rolling back into her skull, unable to keep them focused on herself any longer. The tears fell from her eyes and rolled down her heated cheeks.

When her clenched walls finally released Peter, he slid out from inside of her. She could hear him panting behind her. He had one arm slung around her waist to keep her upright. He had yet to find his own release, not wanting to empty inside of her. As much as she wanted to collapse onto the ground and curl up, she steadied her trembling legs. She forced herself out of his tight grasp and to her knees, turning around and silently taking him into her mouth. He didn’t have to ask. He never needed to. He had been so good to her. She’d take care of her Spider in return.

Felicia wrapped her hand around his rock hard cock and placed the tip into her mouth. The moment she started to apply the slightest of suction with her lips, he went weak at the knees. She slowly lowered her head while she sucked, impaling her mouth on his shaft, and relaxing her throat so he could slide down easier. With the tight seal of her lips, she used her tongue to its full effect, teasing his head, tasting herself drenched over him, and moaning in delight as he rolled over her tongue. She relished in the pathetic whimpers falling from his lips. Spider-Man was a sucker for a good blow job. If any villain ever wanted to get the upper hand, all they’d need to do was wrap their lips around his cock and he’d be putty in their hands. He could pretend to be the dominant one all he wanted. Black Cat knew the truth. His needy sounds filled her with a certain pride knowing that she was the one to force them out of him. His cock felt nice in her mouth like it was always destined to be thrusting down her throat.

She looked up at him through her lashes. The mask had slipped up his nose and she could see his eyes peering down at her from under it. They were cast in shadow but, for a moment, they locked their gaze. He stared down at her, watching her expressions carefully, while she sucked him off. Her heart lurched at the sight. It was very rare she ever caught a real glimpse of his eyes. Felicia tore away her gaze. It was too much to handle. She wasn’t used to the man behind the mask staring back at her. Her grip around his cock loosened as her mouth went slack.

He responded to their shared, intimate moment, knowing how much she claimed to hate seeing him without his mask, by grabbing the back of her head and thrusting himself down her throat. She gagged at the sudden invasion but quickly recovered. It was his indirect way of forcing her to focus back at the task she had given herself. She straightened herself up and gripped onto his hips, working her lips to reach the base of his dick. Tears welled in her eyes. There was gurgled moaning and choking gags but she managed to take him entirely into her. She held him there for a second before pulling back with a gasp of sputtering air. A thick line of drool connected her bottom lip to the head of his cock. She gazed back up at him, a single tear streaming down her face, seeking his approval.

Peter gripped onto the back of her hair and pushed her face back towards him, “I didn’t say stop.”

She allowed him to face fuck her, his cock pumping in and out of her mouth at a furious pace. He was pissed off that she never wanted to see him without the mask. It made him feel small and unworthy. Spider-Man had a desperate need to feel wanted and loved. Felicia was great at giving him the opposite of that. It only made him chase her even more. He poured his frustration for her into the blow job, practically growling as he used her throat like a pussy. His aggression delighted her. It made her feel alive. It proved that he cared about her and what she thought of him. He wanted her to love him back. She loved knowing that she still had power over him. The cards were in her hand. She didn’t want to be the weak one. He was wrapped around her finger. No matter how dominant he tried to be, she would always hold the power. Peter gave a final grunt, lodging his cock into her mouth, and unleashing his seed down her throat.

“Fuck,” he grunted. “That’s good.”

His shoulders sagged and he stumbled backwards away from her, tugging the mask back over his face to hide any shame he may have.

Felicia swallowed every drop he gave her and wiped the thick strands of drool from her chin. She watched him carefully while he tucked his softening member back into his tight pants. She didn’t need to see his face to know he felt guilty for fucking her like that. He always felt guilty whenever he lost himself in the moment and let his emotions take control. He didn’t want to be seen as the aggressor but that was why she wanted him. Her throat would be sore tomorrow morning. She refused to tell him that she allowed him to do it. If she didn’t want him to face fuck her, she would have never gotten on her knees in the first place. She knew what she was doing.

She wasn’t usually the kind of person to offer comfort to ease anyone’s tortured conscience.

Instead, she cut his growing tension by gracefully getting back onto her feet and handing him an olive branch in the form of a sly smile, “I suppose your deal still stands, web-head. Black Cat will be back on your side and refraining from any petty thievery for the near future. For now. As long as you promise to come visit me from time to time. A girl has needs, ya know. Don’t leave me wanting you for too long. Otherwise I might get feisty.”

She watched the relief wash over him as his posture loosened. He overthought everything he did when he had no need to.

Spider-Man held up two fingers, shooting her a peace sign, and hopped up onto her window sill, “Maybe I like it when you get feisty? See ya later, Cat. Try not to dream of me! I know it’s hard. I’m irresistible.”

With those final, snarky words, he jumped out the window, leaving her standing naked and alone, like always.

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chimerathewriter · 10 months

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Chimerathewriter Masterlist

Spiderman across the spiderverse

🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸

Hobie Brown

Series:

Goodie two shoes: Hobie x fem!oc

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4 (smut)

One shot: N/A

Miguel o'hara

Series: N/A

Oneshot: N/A

The summer I turned pretty

Jeremiah Fisher

Series

Watercolor Eyes: Jeremiah Fisher x oc (pause)

Preview

#hobie brown x black reader #hobie brown x reader #hobie x reader #across the spider verse spoilers #spiderverse pavitr #gwen stacy #spider ghost #miles morales #miguel o'hara #peter b parker #black plus size reader #x plus size reader #plus size reader #jeremiah fisher x oc #jeremiah fisher #jeremiah fisher x reader

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bellamer · 8 months

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Loralei(OC), absolutely lovestruck: Who’s the tall dark and handsome fella over there ?

Peter: You mean him ? Oh that’s Miguel, he-

Loralei: Ew, no, not Miguel, the tall, dark and handsome fella behind Miguel holdin’ the cube.

Noir, turning a 10x10 Rubik’s cube into a bomb in an attempt to blow up the Spider Society building:

Peter: You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.

#spider man noir x oc #spidersona #spidersona oc #black OC #incorrect quotes #peter b parker #across the spiderverse #spider man across the spider verse #atsv #spider man atsv #spider man: across the spider verse #spider man noir #miguel o'hara

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xxcocoiiixx · 9 months

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𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐂𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜

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mrsaguapapi · 1 year

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Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3 Ch 4

Chapter 5

Royal Introductions

Exhausted, I lay there, eyes closed, not wanting to move. I'm this close to dozing off before Marc leans in and kisses my neck, "You should use the bathroom before you fall asleep."

"No"

"You could get a UTI."

"Nothing magic can't fix" Without opening my eyes I wave my hand around like a wand, "Goodbye, UTI "

He quietly chuckles, "You're a comedian you know that?" He scoops me up and takes me to the bathroom, "Don't expect me to wipe for you" He drops me down and closes the door behind me.

Once I was done, I wash my hands and look in the mirror. My makeup is a hot ass mess; too embarrassed, I decided to take a shower to wash away my mess. I hear a small knock on the door.

"Come in" I reply

"Hey love, mind if we join?" by the happy tone of his voice it was Steven.

"Yes on one condition. Can you wash my hair" I ask

"I've literally always wanted to do this" He laughs. Steven sneaks in behind me and begins to shampoo my hair. He thoroughly massaged my scalp and ran soap from my roots to the end of my hair.

This is so comforting.

I don't allow many people to touch my hair. Honestly, Aunt May and Bucky were the only ones to wash my hair before this. May's gone and Bucky checked out.

Ughhh I don't want to see him tomorrow

Refocusing on my anxious thoughts, I realize Steven is unusually quiet, "What's on your mind hun"

Steven hesitates

I turn around and rest my arms around his neck and look him in the eyes, "You can tell me" I smile.

"I used to wash Layla's hair like this." he sadly responds, "I'm sorry, probably don't want to hear about our ex right after sex" he nervously laughs.

Leaning my head on his chest I sigh, "I'm hung up on my ex too; no need to protect my feelings hun, we all went into this agreement with no intentions of a relationship. Just a couple of broken people with needs" I joke. "But seriously you can talk about anything with me. When was the last time you spoke with her?"

"A few months. The last time we spoke, we fought. She said she hated us and left."

"I seriously doubt she means that. She was very upset and probably felt outnumbered by you 3. Want my advice?"

"Always"

"Reach out and ask to talk. Listen to her, don't interrupt, just let her get it out. Remember, Listen to understand not Respond. Marc and Jake, I'm talking to you."

"They say they resent that" he laughs. "Thank you, Millie"

"Of course"

We eventually get out, dry off, and head to bed. They fall asleep first and I lay there in their arms lost in thought.

I really do hope they fix it with Layla. I would be lying if I said I don't feel anything for them; It would be nice to end up with them but it could never work; they age, and I don't. How am I to have a normal life when I can't even grow old with someone? I refuse to let myself love someone ill have to eventually bury. I did try with Bucky though, I even looked into giving up my immortality for him.

Wasn't enough I guess

I push those thoughts out of my head for now and allow myself to sleep.

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The boys gift me a t-shirt and a pair of their favorite sweats as a replacement for the dress Jake ripped.

"Don't be a stranger, and reach out to Layla. Sooner rather than later okay?" with that, I give them a parting hug and kiss before I portal home.

Finally home I let out a long sigh and do a full-body stretch.

"Hey, you're home!" Peter yells before he runs to hug me, he looks down at my clothes and gives me a puzzled look, "what happened to your dress?

"Don't ask questions you don't really want the answer to."

He deadpans and walks backward, "You need church, a baptism, shit maybe an exorcism too"

I laugh, "What I need is a shower" The boys and I had an early morning; we fucked twice, 3 times if you count them eating me out before we got interrupted by their landlord.

I go take a quick shower and wash off last night/this morning's sex-scapades. Once again I do my makeup; nothing extravagant just something natural to highlight my features. After my face is done I check my hair and fix my edges.

I finally dress in my formal battle attire; a black leather high low tunic dress with gold accents as well as a white and gold shoulder cape I break out for special occasions like this. It's giving 'Game of Thrones meets Castlevania'. All jokes aside my uniform is interesting.

I found it tucked away in the Kamar Taj one day and when I touched it I felt strange. There was an old ancient energy about it so I decided to leave it there. But for a week straight I found it in places that it shouldn't be. One day I even buried it, and then the next day I woke up with it at the foot of my bed, dirt and all. I finally took it to Wong and he informed me that it was a magical relic and essentially chose me as its owner.

Reference:

Artwork by Me (Super rough drawing that I finished at 2am; just trying to give you a general idea)

'The Regalia of Rowena'; the original owner was Rowena Hemlocke an infamous witch who tried to harness the sun's power. Legend says it almost worked, but she couldn't handle the heat and disintegrated in a matter of seconds; all that remained was her clothes. Some would say that's a red flag but my toxic trait is that it picked me, so obviously it's true love.

Hehe

Finally, all done, I look over myself and I honestly feel beautiful. Not sexy or hot, but beautiful; It feels really good. I grab my suitcase and meet peter in the living room. Peter is dressed in a simple black suit, his Spidey suit isn't necessarily formal.

"You have everything you need? All the essentials? All your chargers? Your suit just in case?"

"Yes, yes, yes & Yes. You look intense; like I am kind of intimidated by both your beauty and power. Is this a slay?"

"Yes, Peter this is a slay" I laugh hysterically "Come on let's go, can't leave a Queen waiting" I open a portal.

The Vibe:

Otis Redding - Try A Little Tenderness

We step through and find ourselves outside of the Royal Palace. Immediately the royal staff took our bags to our rooms.

"This place is remarkable," Peter says in awe. "Just insane"

"I know right? You are gonna love Shuri's lab."

"Oh, I bet. I'm gonna walk around okay?"

"Okay, don't go far doors open any minute" Peter nods and walks away; I take a look around and see who else is here. No one I know, just a bunch of Wakandan leaders and noblemen. I think we are the only outsiders invited.

Spoke to Soon

James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes. I almost forgot he was coming. He's wearing black slacks and a dark blue sweater with a black coat over it. Doesn't sound like much, but Bucky is a simple man, I'm honestly surprised he's not in his signature leather jacket.

He cut his hair, It looks good

Staring and lost in thought I didn't notice him staring back. He sheepishly smiles at me, I quickly look away too embarrassed and sad. All the old unresolved emotions hit me like a car crash, I start to get anxious and nauseous. Around me, the air started to cool and the wind picked up rapidly;. the clouds begin to darken. The people around mutter in confusion; I can't breathe, I can't move, I can't speak.

Suddenly a comforting hand touches my shoulder. Shaking and on the verge of tears, I look and see who it was, Namor.

"Walker of Clouds indeed, I see you truly are a descendent of Ororo." He calmly speaks "Breathe." he pauses "It'll pass"

I close my eyes and focus on my breathing, after a few seconds everything around me slowly calms. It passed, I put my hand on my heart and breath for a few more beats, before I open my eyes. "Thank you" I softly say

So maybe I can control the weather...

He nods, "Are you okay Ki'ichpan (beautiful girl)?"

"I'm getting there." I chuckle. Namor was wearing his normal royal jewelry in addition to golden shoulder plates, kind of like armor; attached were red and white robes that flowed nicely in the wind. "I didn't think you would come. Also, we gotta talk about this 'Ki'ichpan' business. Can't keep casually calling me beautiful in all of our conversations"

"I almost didn't. My people advised against me being here but if we are to work with the Wakandans, it must be done. If anything happens my people are near." he leans into my ear, "I will call you beautiful because you are." The hand he has on my shoulder sneaks down to my lower back. "This is a lovely dress you're wearing. You look very," he pauses, "commanding"

Nervously I laugh, "You are one hell of a sweet talker," I look him dead in the eye, "Flattery will get you nowhere."

He deviously smiles.

I think he took that as a challenge.

Before he responds Peter returns, "uhhh" Peter looks at Namor's hand placement "Everything good here?"

"Yes, Peter everything is fine, just talking to a friend."

Without even acknowledging Peter, he looks at me, "Is this your Twin Flame Ki'ichpan?" he asks with a hint of frustration.

Is he angry?

"Ew" Peter and I say in tandem.

"This is my brother, Peter. Peter this King Namor ruler of..." I look at Namor for Help

Namor hesitates to respond, "Peter can keep a secret as easily as breathing air. You can trust him. All of us here are allies, you have my word" I assure

"Talokan. Ruler of Talokan" Namor Responds

"Well, it's great to meet you Namo- Mr. Namor sir. I mean King" Peter fumbles

"Namor is fine" he smiles

Before we could continue with introductions the doors to the palace open and we all file in, one by one. As we walk through, the announcers introduce us one by one. He gets to Namor,

"Introducing for the first time ever, King Namor ruler of Underwater Kingdom Talokan" Namor Bows and Walks away.

"UNDERWATER?" Peter whispered and yelled.

"So amazing," I say in awe

It was our turn to be announced, "Welcome Millaenyia Parker, primordial earth witch, master of the elements, And her brother Peter Parker, Spiderman, protector of New York " he pauses "One of the many heroes of the Batlle of Earth"

Peter and I bow and continue forward.

"They remember me?" Peter whispers

"Unfortunately no, but did you think I'd let them announce you as just a plus one" I reply

"Thank you" he smiles

"Of course" I respond

"Alrighty let's get through the night without embarrassing ourselves," Peter says

"No Promises" I nervously smile

Let the show begin

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cardierreh15 · 20 days

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So, my husband purchased the Spider-Man 2 game this past Saturday and I have been watching him play it ever since. He just beat it tonight (yes we invest a lot of time on video games because we are gamers hush) - I have come to the conclusion, that I will be writing a Spider-Man/Peter Parker fic but only for the OG Peter from Spiderman PS4 Original.

Enjoy the ride 😜🕷️

#Spiderman #Spiderman x black!plus size female reader #spiderman 2 game #spiderman 2 ps5 #Peter Parker x black!plus size female reader #black!oc #black!fem!reader #miles morales

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raewrites42 · 10 months

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FALLING

SPOILERS FOR ATSV!!!!!!

This is my first story ever so you have been warned. I saw Across the spider-verse and am OBSESSED with Miguel O'Hara. This is my contribution to the fandom. I hope you like it. This is an OC story.

“Everyone keeps telling me how my story is supposed to go. Nah. Imma do my own thing. Sorry man, I’m going home” Miles says throwing Miguel off him. I see Miguel falling above me “Miguel!” I reach up to grab him and end up losing my grip on the train, falling with him. While falling I lost my grip on Miguel and fell out of the train tunnel. “AHAHAH!” I try to use the wed shooters that Peter B Parker made me only to realize…. I’m out of webs.

Hi, my names Taylor and I’m not a spider person. I’m from earth…. Actually, I don’t remember what earth I’m from. I don’t remember much of anything from my life before the spider squad. Apparently, I fell through a portal and landed here in the spider headquarters. Hobie was the one to find me unconscious in the cafeteria. When I woke up, I was in the medical wing of the spider headquarters. The first person to come into my room was Jess, asking how I felt and if I was hungry. She was so nice and welcoming I was starting to relax, until he came in. The door slammed open to reveal a hulking figure of a man aka, Miguel. Immediately he started off with the questions of, “who are you?” “Where did you come from?” “Why are you here?” “The fate of the universe blah blah blah” to be honest I stopped listening. He didn’t seem to like that, because when he saw I wasn’t answering questions his eyes got really red and he looked like he was going to lunge. Lucky Jess was there to calm him down or at the very least keep him at bay. They tried to send me home in the go home machine, but when it scanned my DNA, it said my universe didn’t exist. And I’ve been here with the spiders ever since. It took a while for Miguel to not look at me like I was the biggest mistake ever (thanks for taking the heat off me miles) but then somewhere along the way he started to tolerate me. Then when he started to open up more to me, we became friends. Then when he started to open up more to me is when the hugs started, then the cuddles and then came the forehead kisses. Then not long after that Miguel hated not having me by his side, he would always get irritated when I ran off to go hang out with Hobie or Peter B but to be fair he's Miguel, when is he ever not irritated. Peter B made me these web shooters so I could keep up with the rest of them and Miguel did not like that, went on a whole rant of how dangerous it was and how I could get hurt. Me being me I told him I’ll do what I want, and I’ll be fine and if I’m ever in any trouble their would always be a spider to save me. Never in a million years did I think that I would actually be in danger, because I knew Miguel would always be there to save me. Oh, how I wish I listened to him, then I wouldn’t be here now.

Falling, I’m falling and I’m out of webs. I hurriedly click my watch calling LYLA. “Yes! What’s up?” she says cheerly. Her attitude soon changes when she hears my distressed voice. “LYLA! Help me! I’m out of webs and I’m falling!” “OMG! OK, OK! HANG ON I’LL CALL FOR HELP” “Nothing to hang onto in the sky LYLA!”

LYLA pops up on all the Spider people’s watches screaming, “ATTENTION ALL SPIDER PEOPLE TAYLOR IS FALLING AND OUT OF WEBS! SHE NEEDS HELP!” It takes a second for all the spider people to process the message before they’re all leaping off the train going to save Taylor. Miguel, already in pursuit of Miles too far away to be able to help, he hears the message. A look of indecision falls upon his face before he shakes his head continuing to chase after miles. Thinking to himself, someone was going to catch her.

I can now see a sea of spider people above me. Thank God! Someone is going to save me, but I’m starting to see that the ground is getting close, and the spiders aren’t. I start screaming to LYLA, “they’re not going to make it!” “Yes, they are!” I wanted to trust her I really did, but I couldn’t. I started to panic and press anything on my watch. “Taylor what are you doing? You’re going to-” her voice is interrupted as my watch opens up a portal and I fall through it. It closes immediately, and I’m still falling to I keep hitting anything and the more I press on the watch the more portals I fall through. When I fall through this last portal the watch stops opening portals. (The Andrew Garfield Spiderman universe) I’m screaming in terror as the ground is coming closer. This was it, Goodbye Miguel I lo-. That thought is cut off as I feel arms wrap around me and I’m swinging through the air. I tightened my arms around my hero. “it’s ok I’ve got you” I hear an unfamiliar voice say. I peek at their face to see Spiderman, well a spiderman. Wait, I’ve seen this Spiderman before, what was his name oh yeah it was, “Peter!” Spiderman quickly looks down at me then swings us to a roof top. He drops me as soon as we land. I don’t even get the chance to enjoy being on solid ground before he is angrily webbing me up. “Who are you and how do you know who I am?” Not this again. I take a deep breath, “My name is Taylor and I know you because where I’m from you’re not the only spiderman.” He takes his mask off “You’re from the Multi-verse?” “Well technically its call the- you know what yes, yes I am and as fun as this conversation is I would like to go home.” He un-webs me and I stretch after what seems like forever. “How did you get here?” “With this.” I showed him my watch. “It allows me to travel to different universes and keeps me from glitching” “How did you figure it out?” he asks, looking at my watch in awe. I chuckle, “oh no I don’t have the first clue to how this works that credit goes to LYLA and Miguel.” “Who?” “Their my friends, well Miguel is kind of more than a friend, but we haven’t really talked about it yet, but we cuddle, and he gives me- “I stop talking as I see he is giving me a weird look. “they’re people back home, who I need to get back to. So.” I go to click my watch, and nothing happens. What the what? I click it again and nothing. “LYLA?” I tried to call her, and I got nothing. “I’m no genius, but isn’t something supposed to be happening?” Peter asks and I glared at him. “Yes, but I don’t know why it’s not working. Hello? Anyone there? LYLA? Miguel? Jess? Peter? Anyone?” No matter how much I called for anyone I got no response. I can feel my hands start to shake and tears start to well up in my eyes. I turn to Peter. “I don’t-” my voice breaks and Peter comes closer. “Hey, hey it’s ok. Don’t cry.” I am now sobbing into him as he has his arms wrapped around me. “we’ll figure it out.”

~BACK AT THE SPIDER HEAD QUARTERS~

Miguel walks up onto his platform angrily. Calling LYLA, “LYLA where’s Taylor, I wanted to check on her.” LYLA looks at Miguel nervously. “We don’t know.” “WHAT? What do you mean you don’t know?” “When she was falling, she started messing with her watch and after 7 portals her location stopped showing.” “So, give me her last location so I can get her.” “that’s the thing Miguel, we checked that universe, she’ not there.” “What are you saying LYLA?” he said in an eerie voice. “We don’t know where she is and have no way to track her, because her watch stopped working.” A look of disbelief goes across Miguel’s face, “Do we even know If she’s alive?” “there’s no way for us to know that. I’m sorry Miguel.” LYLA disappears and Miguel is left to himself. Miguel lets out a scream of anguish, throwing anything he can get his hands on. screaming and thrashing until he tries himself out. Miguel goes to his monitors watching the playback of Taylor falling off the train and into a portal. Swearing to himself and to Taylor wherever she is that he’ll bring her back home. Then being angry at himself for ever letting her use those damn web shooters. Without those web shooters she would never have been on the train in the first place.

#miguel O'hara #fanfic #Miguel O'Hara X Black OC #miguel ohara #spider man 2099 #atsv #spiderman #miles morales #peter parker

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