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laythestar · 8 days

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Masterlist;

BatBoys

B. Wayne;

🦇 Coming Soon!

D. Grayson;

🦇 Coming Soon!

J. Todd;

Doll you're bad, bad news

I'm just a Supernova;

T. Drake;

Tim Headcanons

D. Wayne;

Just let me love you, my dear

I'm all yours darlin'

You're mine, sweetheart

Don't try to run away my love

You made me know how true love is

Damian Wayne Headcanons

Marvel:

Bucky Barnes;

Thinking about us;

Peter Parker;

Somebody to love

When Peter falls in love

Marauders:

James Potter;

She's so pretty I might drown

Honey don't you get it? I love you

Embrace me, my muse

Pouring my heart into letter for you

Sirius Black

We're just having a good time darling

The star that follows the sun

Sirius Black Headcanons

Remus Lupin;

You bewitched me, sweetheart

You make me feel whole baby

Maybe I just want to be with you

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chubbygirlfics · 9 months

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Request from: @jasontoddsthickbabe

Peter Parker x chubby reader

Jason Todd x chubby reader

(Separate)

Summary: what it’s like being their chubby s/o

A/n: Tysm for requesting! I enjoyed writing this and sorry if it’s not good I haven’t wrote in a long time so I’m a bit rusty

Jason Todd-

Jason has no preference in girls he dates but he’s not one to complain if his partner has more to love.

You guys met threw a mutual friend, after you two got introduced you quickly swapped numbers.

He thought you were very beautiful and breathtaking, so getting your number was a huge score

And you thought he was very attractive and didn’t think he would be interested but luckily he very much was

You guys talked for a few weeks over the phone before going on a date

He took you to a very nice restaurant and after that date u two started dating

He’s a very sweet boyfriend, treats you how u deserve to be treated and loves your body

The thing with Jason is that he’s kinda closed off for a while, he won’t fully open up to you until you’ve been together for a good minute

Which you understand but it has caused some fights.

He always makes sure he’s on time for your dates

Helps you pick out outfits that flatter your chubby body type

He didn’t get with you for your body or your beauty, but it definitely is a plus

He loves your thighs and tummy, every-time you cuddle he lays his head on either one

Comforts you anytime your feeling bad about yourself and completely shuts down any bad thoughts you have ab yourself

Don’t call yourself something mean infront of him bc he will call you dumb for saying whatever u said

Overall he loves you no matter what and is so happy that you chose him

Peter Parker-

He’s such a sweet boyfriend!

The first time you met, you had him stuttering and blushing so hard

Just imagine the joy he felt when he fount out you were into him

Your first date with him was a picnic date, he set it up all by himself, even had one of those checkered blankets laid down

Didn’t take long after that for you to completely fall for him as him with you.

He’s not really used to the boyfriend and girlfriend thing so it’s kinda awkward in the beginning

It takes him a couple of weeks to finally work up the courage to hold your hand

But after you get past the awkward stages, he constantly has a hand on you whether it’s hold your hand, his hand in your thigh, waist, or lower back.

He helps you with your homework whenever you get stuck on a question, thank god he’s smart

He loves you body to and like Jason loves cuddles and almost always has his head on your tummy or thighs but he also likes resting his head on your chest

Whenever u get insecure best believe he’s writing down everything that’s perfect about you and why you should never feel that way

Movie dates, picnic dates, small restaurants in queens dates, or even at home on the couch.

He loves you so much

#x plus size reader #x chubby reader #x reader #bxbyjinx #request #peter parker x reader #peter parker x plus size reader #peter Parker #jason todd #jason todd x plus size reader #Jason Todd x chubby reader

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mariees-love · 9 months

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sugar daddy miguel or peter b please 🙏🙏 also how are you !!

omg yes yes yess 😻

AN:hi anon i’m doing good thanks im gonna do this one abt peter bc i can’t think of anything for miggy 💔

sugar daddy peter who first met you at the cafe you work at trying to pay for college

sugar daddy peter who’s favorite cafe is the one you work at because of how cute you are !

sugar daddy peter who you later saw on a sugar daddy dating app and ofc you had to swipe right !

sugar daddy peter who after a little bit of talking takes you out to a fancy restaurant(think of something like Eleven Madison Park ) and to even pick you up

sugar daddy peter who shocked you by his 2023 Rolls-Royce Ghost that cost more than your parents house !

sugar daddy peter who offers to take you back to his house after dinner since he dosent live far from the restaurant

sugar daddy peter who since then has never failed to show you a good time 😘

#mariees love #spiderman atsv x reader #atsv x black reader #peter b parker x reader #atsv peter b parker #peter b parker smut #atsv smut #spiderman atsv x black!reader #atsv x chubby reader #spiderman atsv #atsv x reader #spiderman atsv x black reader

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plussizefantasia · 7 months

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Inky Black

Flufftober Day 12: Shooting Stars

Peter Parker x avenger!reader

Word Count: 1.0k

AN: Thank you to everyone who has read and liked every post so far for Flufftober, seeing those notifs during work always makes me smile. As always, please reblog if you enjoy this story and I will see you tomorrow!

divider credit @royallaesthetics

The sky in Queens is never dark. It's never dark enough to see all the stars in the sky, not like you can in the compound. Peter used to love the stars. Uncle Ben used to take him on drives upstate when there would be a meteor shower so that they could see them together. When he died, Peter stopped watching them. It was too hard, too many feelings and memories wrapped up in the tradition.

You had called him earlier that day, letting him know that there was going to be a shower tonight, one of the biggest in recent history. The excitement in your voice was easily heard. Peter had a hard time saying no to you on a normal day, let alone when you’re that excited.

The compound was in a prime star-gazing position. Howard Stark had a good sense of real estate when he bought the place however long ago for storage. There weren’t too many trees, so the skyline was pretty much clear. It was far enough away from civilization that there wasn’t any light pollution and it was tall enough that you could feel like you were a part of the whole sky.

You’d never asked Peter to watch the stars with you, it was normally something you did yourself when the days got rough and you needed a reminder of everything that mattered. It grounded you. This meteor shower though, was a special one. And you wanted to share it with your boyfriend. You knew that he and Ben used to watch the stars together and you figured that it would bring back good memories for him. Spending time with the people he loves, watching the stars, and speaking their stories into existence.

It was sufficiently dark, near 10:00 and the shower was supposed to start in about half an hour. There was only one problem. You hadn’t heard from Peter in a few hours. You had seen him walk into the common room when he had gotten home from class. He had left a kiss on your forehead while you lounged on the couch. After that, he had seemingly disappeared.

You weren’t going to miss the shower because of your missing boyfriend though. So you grabbed the flannel blanket from your room and threw on an old soft sweatshirt and a pair of fluffy socks. You grabbed something to drink and walked outside. Your favorite part of the compound was the sky lounge which Tony had installed after you had bugged him for literal months about all the free space up there.

You went to begin the long-ish trek around the building to the roof access ladder when he called out “Need a lift?”

Peter looked cozy, in a similar sweatshirt to your own with his soft blanket in his arms. He looked sheepish. No doubt realizing that he had disappeared for long enough for you to leave without him.

Secretly he was charmed by your ability to be independent. He loved taking care of you, don’t get him wrong. But sometimes it was too much, knowing that the city relied on you was a tough pill to swallow. So knowing that you didn’t necessarily need him made him feel good. You didn’t keep him around because he was your superhero boyfriend, you kept him around because you loved him. Both parts of him, and you knew that sometimes being Spiderman was a bit too much, but you never really pushed him on it. After all, you knew all too well what it felt like to have the whole world rely on you.

He wanted to be there for you though, when you were excited about something that indicated that whatever it was mattered to you. Peter would rather lose his powers and become a nobody again than let you down when you cared.

So he sucked it up, pushed down the overwhelming emotions and memories of nights just like this with the only father he had, and showed up for you. Because with you by his side, he thinks, it won’t be so bad.

You didn’t reply to his question just spun on the balls of your feet so you were facing him and walked right up into his chest. You wrapped your free arm around his neck and buried your face in his chest.

Peter just smiled, kissed the top of your head, and wrapped one of his arms around your waist. Using the other to launch some webs up onto the roof and begin to swing the two of you up there.

Swinging with Peter was always fun, even when it was just small moments like this. The feeling of his arms wrapped securely around your body made you feel safe. You knew he wouldn’t drop you so you were able to fully let go and enjoy the feeling of weightlessness that came with defying gravity.

All too soon the two of you were on top of the compound and setting up your blankets next to each other. Peter lay down first and you followed, laying your head on his biceps and looking up towards the inky black sky.

“Thank you.” he didn’t need to ask for an explanation from you, he knew that you were thanking him for being there for you. You had an uncanny ability to read him. You probably already knew that he was having some dark thoughts. But you also saw that he was trying hard to push them aside and be here in the moment.

“Anything for you.”

“Ditto”. The two of you didn’t need any miraculous love confessions or elaborate grand displays. Ditto was enough. You loved him and he loved you and that was enough, even on the bad days.

The two of you spent the next hour pointing at stars, swapping made-up stories about sky warriors and goddesses that enchanted the dark.

And if Tony was alerted by F.R.I.D.A.Y the next morning that you and Spiderboy were asleep together on the roof, well who is he to stop two kids in love?

#plus size reader #plus size!reader #fanfic #fluff #x reader #drabble #marvel fanfiction #flufftober #peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #peter parker x plus size reader #chubby reader

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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 1 year

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DAY ONE: Hugs w/ Tom!Peter Parker

a/n: Yes, I am aware that this is late, but I caught a cold :[ I kinda had no idea what I was doing, but here's a highschool sweetheart fic! I am obsessed with these leaf dividers, so they will make a continuous appearance throughout this month!

masterlist | comfortember masterlist | AO3

TAGLIST: @alina02 @louderfortheback

If you thought middle school was bad, highschool was about to be way worse, or so you thought. You hadn't had much luck with kind friends or classmates, most of them treating you like a total outcast due to your size, and strangely, that didn't bother you. Maybe it didn't bother you because that lead you to Peter Parker, the adorable science nerd that turned out to be who keeps your city safe.

He never acted as though your size defined you, rather paying attention to your heart and your brain, and maybe that's why he fell in love with you. You carried yourself with such poise that Peter wished he could have, how well you got along with his friends, even MJ took a fast liking to you, and she didn't like anyone. He nearly pussied out when he asked you out, but was relieved to hear that you felt the same way, saying, "I'd be an idiot to reject you, Parker." Safe to say his face was flushed the whole way back to his class. You were as equally giddy, practically a skipping to yours.

Now here you were, walking hand in hand as people stared at the both of you. It was a nerve racking thing to go public, and your classmates staring was most definitely not helping. Peter could hear the thumping of your heart palpitating against your chest, and he couldn't have felt worse. He knew that your anxiety would soon come to overwhelm you, that your hand that was clasped in his grew clammy, sweaty even as it twitched. You wanted nothing more than to let go of it, to crawl back into the hole that you were hiding in. Even though everyone thought that you and Peter were strange, it was as if they couldn't keep their eyes off of you.

As you rounded the corner away from them, he tugged you into an empty classroom, pulling you into his arms. "You were awesome!" He reassured you quickly, trying to maintain some sort of cheerfulness as you shook in his hold, practically fighting off tears. "There were so many people staring at us, Peter! Like they couldn't believe what they were seeing!" You complained, hurt lacing your voice. "I know, baby, and I'm sorry." He was sad that you were sad. "At least they know that we're together now." Peter added hopefully. You couldn't help but smile at your boyfriend's attempt to cheer you up. Looking in his eyes, you placed a sweet kiss to his lips, which caused his cheeks to flush.

"Yeah, at least they do."

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sluttyhusband · 1 year

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Peter Parker being soooo cute on a field trip to Avengers tower, you decide to ask him out on a date finally and when you kiss in a lab later on one of the avengers catches you two (you can decide who lol)

Both you and Peter are a whole blushing mess when you ask him out, and you’re both smiling like idiots

After your cute little date, Peter asks if you’d wanna spend time in the lab, and you agree

And you find it so adorable how he gets excited when talking about what he’s working on

And you can’t stand how cute he is so you kiss him on the cheek, which leads to him kissing you back on the lips

And so you two make out a little, where Rhodey walks in, and immediately back out, but making sure to tell Tony that his son and Peter are making out 🌚

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supernatrualqueen · 1 year

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.......💀 soooooo its been a minute school has been kicking my ass plus i got punched in the face with the flu and covid🫠 im gonna start writing again soon i just be outta commission💀.

🥰 i received so many nice comments and reblogs!!!!! Thank you!!!!! I'll post something soon! If you want to request something please do!!

Also im in love this this song 🎶🎵🥰😘 you should definitely listen to it!!

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soft-for-them · 2 years

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Peter, stay safe. - Peter Parker x plus size reader

Summary: It's been two weeks since Spider-Man told you his name and you're worried because he hasn't been back to the roof.

Comments and reblogs are much appreciated and help more people read my works.

Part two of Spider-boy.

A/N: Thanks for liking the first part, hope this part two is ok, it's not proof read yet...

It’s been two weeks since Spider-boy told you his real name and it’s been a week since you’ve last seen him in person on the rooftop.

The name ‘Peter’ crosses you mind every second it can.

When work is quiet or when your eyes close his voice saying his name fills you head like a soothing lullaby that only you can hear making you flush with warmth, you going all soft and smiley.

Your co-works say that you look like a dreamer when you think about him, apparently your eyes go big and an easy-going smile stays on your face for hours.

To think you had to make up the lie that you’re online dating a man named Peter instead of telling them that you're crushing over a literal superhero and all just because you had muttered ‘Peter’ out loud one day whilst you were day dreaming.

Your dreams are filled with him, your mind tries to fill in the gaps of what Peter might look like.

There are too many combinations to think up; blue eyes with bushy eye brows, a hooked nose with black hair, bleached tips with long eyelashes, a scar near his hairline from where he fell off a swing when he was a kid, you think up so many different faces all handsome in your mind but never your Peter.

Sometimes in these dreams you go on walks in the park, maybe you dance out of tune to an old timer’s song that plays over the radio, maybe just maybe you kiss him when he’d talking making him smile with pure joy, his hand cupping your round face as a small laugh escapes the two of you.

But alas your dreams are fleeting and short, all you can remember is a pure smile surrounded by laughter lines and a chin dimple, nothing concrete or relevant to real life.

As of yet you haven’t seen that distinct smile on someone walking the streets of Queens only on Spider-Boy himself. You know that Spider-Man is still Peter but with the growing feeling of something bigger inside your mind and heart, something more alarming, something more than a silly little playground crush, you feel the need to see him without the mask even just once.

Never in your life have you had separation anxiety because of a person, you feel like a cat holding onto to its owner for dear life despite your claws not even being embedded into anything – or anyone- at all.

You feel silly and a bit sad.

A whole week Peter hasn’t been to see you on the roof of the community centre you work at and you’re beginning to worry.

Each descent up those old rickety steps that rise to the roof make your stomach ache and your heart hurt just a tiny bit, each morning more and more headlines about the Amazing Spider-Man fronting the newspapers detailing the near death experiences of your dear friend.

That or the newspapers are hating on Spider-Man, saying he’s a violent nuisance. Honestly, if you ever meet that J.Jonah Jameson in real life you’d give him a piece of your mind!

With all the worry and stress you’re really considering going to the counsellor in the community centre to ask if all these feelings you’re have are normal.

Yeah, sure she’s an underpaid counsellor that the local kids go to talk about feeling nervous at school or to rant about their friends being annoying and not a counsellor that a grown adult can go and confess that they’re in love with a man they’ve never seen the face of before.

Of course if you went to her you’d have to tell her the same bullshit lie you’ve been telling you co-workers because you’re not telling a sixty something year old woman that you have feelings for Spider-Man, she’d surely try and sanction you if you told her the whole truth.

“I’m back.” You dejectedly say to Lisa, a co-worker of yours who’s currently stuffing fruit chunks in her face as she taps away on a keyboard.

You see a cloud of greying fluffy hair poking up from the front desk as you stuff your lunch box in the fridge.

Lisa gives you a warm motherly smile one that says ‘I know what you’ve been up to’ one that makes you want to shout ‘shut up mum!’ despite her not actually saying anything out loud.

She thinks you’ve been on the roof texting Peter for the whole of your break the idea in you co-worker’s brain a stark contrast to what you actually did.

For your lunch break you were just waiting and waiting for Peter to come but he didn’t. Only half a sandwich was eaten for the worry filled up your stomach.

It’s fine though, normally on the days Peter doesn’t swing by you normally put the leftover food in the fridge just in case a hungry teen charges inside in need of some food. Honestly, you’ve been working at the community centre for quite a while and you’re still surprised with how much a teenager can scoff down without them becoming full.

“Not hungry.” Lisa pipes up as she stops typing, her attention fully on you.

“Had a big breakfast.” You half lie.

“It’s that Peter guy isn’t it?” Her words are filled with worry but to you they feel condescending.

“I don’t really want to talk about it.”

Before you can slump off out the front door Lisa calls out once more.

“Remember tomorrow we have the journalist coming around.”

“Can’t wait.” Sarcasm drips from your lips.

You wave off any more conversation, your feet taking you outside to the small playground filled with children and teenagers. Dodging around the swings, walking past a kid counting to a hundred whilst their friends run and hide, you enter the basketball court.

Hollers and screams of teenagers shouting your name fill your ears as you walk in, familiar faces of the kids your help smiling your way.

Technically it’s your job to help out the children that come by the centre but honestly you’ve walk over to the court just to feel a bit of happiness that the hyper tween always give you, there games always brightening your day.

“Now then-“ your voice croaks just a bit but you already feel better as you’re swarmed by a mass of kids, “What we playing?”

“Bulldog Miss (Y/N)!” a young girl cheers, her wonky pig tails bopping up and down.

“Ok, ok then. We know the rules. No violence on my court.” You call out, knowing full well how an unsupervised game of Bulldog can turn out, “No cheating, no taunting and no sad little faces.“

“That includes you miss.” A teenage boy with a voice too deep for a five foot two middle schooler should have yells.

“I’m all smiles kiddo.” You make an enthusiastic grin that makes the younger kids giggle with glee as you clap your hands together, ready to watch the game play out.

As the game begins, the loud sound of happy kids running about reverberates around the block, one Peter Parker lands on the ledge of roof.

He’s late. He knows he is.

This week alone he hasn’t been able to eat lunch with you.

It’s not like he can control when a villain attacks but they’ve been coming more and more. That paired with his job at the Daily Bugle along with his studies, he’s been rushed off his feet.

Even so, no matter how late he’s been he’s always swung as fast as he could to land on the roof of the community centre just in case you were there waiting for him.

Peter hasn’t really felt this feeling, the feeling of a heavy heart when you’re not there, since MJ and he’s not sure what do.

It’s not like he can tell May or Ben.

As he crouches down on the ledge, his mask still on, he watches as your plush body, that’s just spec of colour from this high up, runs about.

You may be just a spec but you’re a pretty spec of colour to watch.

He concentrates on you. You’re wearing that comfy knitted cardigan that looks nice on you along with a long black flowy skirt that flutters around as you referee the game of Bulldog the kids play.

You look nice, you look more than nice. If Peter wasn’t so late then he’d tell you that, he’d tell you that again and again until you’d playfully push his arm and tell him to ‘stop’ despite wanting to hear more complements from him.

But he has to get back to work soon. He can’t wait on the roof forever.

Peter steps off the ledge back onto the roof ready to swing off into the hustle of Queens but before he can leap off his foot knocks something over.

His eyes look down thinking he’s just kicked a lost football or Frisbee. The foot that hit whatever fell over is raised up so he doesn’t squash what his foot hit.

His bug eyes peer down to see a bright cartoon orange slice along with a plastic straw glued to the side of a small box of orange juice that lays sideways on the roof.

Peter lowers down and picks it up with a timid care.

The small box has writing on it.

‘Peter, stay safe.’ is scrawled over the brand logo, the bold black letters written with a thick permanent marker.

The dimple on his chin appears again under the mask as Peter smiles a wide heartfelt smile.

His heart feels less heavy than before.

#not proof read #peter parker x reader #peter parker x plus size reader #tobey!peter x reader #spiderman x reader #plus size reader #x plus size reader #chubby reader #x chubby reader #tobey maguire peter parker #rami spiderman

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lilacprincessofrecovery · 2 years

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Marvel x Female Plus Size Reader Preferences - Insecure

WARNINGS: Weight insecurity, self depreciation, body image issues Angsty Fluff

Note: Again this one is not edited. Written on phone.

Word Count: 1827

Tony Stark

“Hey, I have two tickets to the MET if you are up for it tonight, Babe?” You shrugged while kicking a magazine under the bed. “What was…” He walked over and grabbed the magazine you kicked and he looked at the cover. “Who’s Stark’s Best Looking Girlfriend?” He whispered out loud and then frowned, eyes furrowed trying to understand why they would do that and then gets angry. “Do you believe this shit?” She looked at him like a deer in headlights. “I repeat y/N, You don’t believe this shit. Do you?” Her eyes filled up with tears as she watched him flip to the pictures of the beautiful women that Tony had been seen with and saw an article saying she should lose weight and that’s when his temper got to him and he threw it at the window breaking it with his strength. “Damn them, Y/N! You are hot as Hell.” “I’m not a bunny.” “You know what? I’m glad. What have they got to offer other than a quick night?” She shrugged, “I don’t know I’ve never been thin.” Tony laughed and kisses her. “It’s not funny, Tony.” “It’s just ridiculous that you believe STORIES that people write about you. STORIES. Stories aren’t real.” “I kinda live in a superhero world here. All stories seem like weird and are probably real.” “Precisely. The stories are usually twisted around til they are bad. Don’t listen to them. It’s the ignorance of people who are jealous of others and want to see celebrities or heroes fall. Don’t let them make you fall. They are nothing to take to heart. Just false stories. False.” “Tony, I want to make you proud.” “You’d say I’m a genius… well everything I say is right so there. You are attractive. Boom. That’s truth. Don’t mix the two babe between stories or truths.” He kisses her again. “We’ve got to work on your self esteem. and y/n you do make me proud. Every day.”

Bucky Barnes

“Are you always in the mirror?” you looked at your boyfriend as you were popping a zit in the mirror blushing. You were in some tshirt material grey mini shorts and a white camisole completely as natural as you can be without being unclothed. “Well… are you always watching me?” “You know I have to… If I don’t, someone could hurt you.” The fun was taken out of the conversation bringing up her mortality and she shrugged after kissing him as he walked in and went back to the mirror pinching your chubby cheeks as Bucky is brushing his hair taking his shirt off for a shower. “Hey Buck…” One foot in the shower about to turn on the water he looks at her. “Yeah?” “Do you think I look fat?” He was silent. “B…bucky?” He groaned and looked at her. “This question is loaded. I do not know which is good or bad. I don’t know what you want me to say? I guess that currently wafer thin is in. Back in my days it was generously curvy. I don’t wanna upset you, Doll. I know that girls seem to overthink these things.” “Overthink?” He nods and sits on the edge of the hot tub in the restroom looking up at you. “You have nothing to worry about. So try to see that. You look curvy not fat. Ideal.” She nods. “Thank you Bucky.” He smiled soft nodding and gets in the shower.

Steve Rogers

“Do you think I need to change how I look?” Checking her reflection in a window to the conference room where all the avengers were sitting, another annoying probably pointless meeting about coffee cups Tony was scheduling. Steve didn’t mind missing one boring meeting to help his number one girl. He took her hand before he walked in the door and took her to his room. “Why would my best girl want to change how she looked?” “Did someone say something to you darlin?” He kissed the top of her head looking down at her eyes. “Tell me. Did someone make you feel inferior?” “No one other than myself Stevie.” “I wish you could see yourself how I see you. Your weight gives your body shape. My weight does the same.” She almost giggles. “Steve you are the most fit man I’d ever known. You have abs galore.” “Doesn’t make me less human.” He says caressing her cheek. She got the point.

Peter Parker

“I got a message from this teen modeling agency… you know the ones they always send out? From school? They are having a contest… Do you think I could beat Peter?” She said, poking at her upper arm. Peter sighed and got on his knee in front of the mirror and sat her on it, her back facing the mirror looking at him, and looked up at her. “Do you really want to enter this contest thing?” She shook her head. “I just wanna be pretty, Peter.” Tears started streaming down her face. He took her face in his hands. “They hurt things that are most beautiful… that they just don’t understand... I just don’t want them to make fun of you like you fear. I think you could win every modeling thing in all the universe. Trust me… I would know. I’ve been. But hey… My opinion is all that matters. Right?” She smiled softly nodding tears flowing slower looking up at him. “Don’t cry anymore. Please it breaks my heart.” She nods and hugs him tight.

Loki Laufeyson

“Loki! I’m so big! This dress doesn’t fit!” she screamed. “You aren’t big,” Loki walked over to her slowly and he looked at his queen who was struggling to fit into her new dress. “You are literally the God of lies. Why should I believe you?” Loki looked down at her. “So, I am to be chastised for a century long characterization that was placed on me. Like you’ve been labeled ‘fat’? Should my words mean nothing because of what other people have decided to call me for mistakes I may or may not have created in the past?” “You know every dress must be fit and tailored to the woman by a seamstress. I see nothing wrong with you needing it to be let out my queen.” She thought, “Loki, I love you.” he grinned his typical charming yet misleading smile but truly meaning good.

Thor Odinson

She looked at the scale in the corner of the bathroom. tears welling up and he shakes his head keeping her from making a mad dash to the number machine. “Do you only care about size? I didn’t think you were that shallow.” she sighed. “What if I were a larger than average male? Would you hate me as much as you hate yourself and want to leave me?” Not had told her about his time being overweight and down in the dumps. “You make it seem like weight is the only thing that matters… in your mind. It’s not the only thing in the world. In fact I could care less about the whole thing. There are worse things in the world. The nine realms even…” “but Thor the other girls…” “Yes… girls… I thought you were a woman, mi lady. I want a woman.” He arched a brow looking down at her hugging her now. She smiled softly. Then answers his question. “No. I would love you anyway.” “I used to weigh more than you do.” Not knowing that was the wrong thing to say. “You are so fit Thor. Why did you want me?” “I love you. I could go on all day about how much I adored you.” “You may have to.” “Of course. You have sparkling eyes. You have beautiful hair. Your body is as the waves of the ocean. Youre more beautiful than you can even imagine. You are smart. You are strong. You are incredible. You are……..” Thor continued with sweet nothings as he cuddles with her.

Clint Barton

“Take a picture it may last longer.” Clint arched a brow standing against the bedroom door frame at his beautiful girl. “Hey clint.” She said in a small voice and she posed one last time in the mirror before turning to face him still in the doorway. Never having seen her like this before. “You know that you are a bigger girl. Yes?” Tears started flowing from her eyes. “I’m sorry I’m too fat for you!” Clint just looked at her shaking his head and uncrosses his arms and walks across the bathroom floor to go to her and pulled her in a strong hug. “I couldn’t be without you. I truly don’t care about the weight.”

Deadpool

After Wade lost Vannessa and he came to terms with it, he saw her. She was everything to him, Instantly. As quick as it was with Vannessa. He had to be hers. The only thing is that this girl was bigger than vanessa. It would had bothered him before the change to his own body before Ajax (frances ;D) got ahold of him. But he watched her walk and loved how her body swayed to its own beat. One day he found her staring in the mirror, about 6 months from when they originally met and she moved in. He had just come home from a long long fight day with Colossus and Negasonic Teenage Warhead at a nursing home oddly enough. “Hey… y/n!” he skipped in and flopped on the end of the bed posing in a laying down position propped up on his elbow and he shakes his head. “Hey, Wade…” He noticed she seemed out of it. He got up and smacked her bottom. “What are we looking at?” trying to keep the mood up. He looked over her shoulder, his chin was on, hands on her hips, looking in the mirror with her. She didn’t answer. “Don’t frown.” He smiled softer letting the mood fall seeing how insecure she really is at the moment. “Wade…” She brushed off his hands from her hip and tried to walk away from him but him being stronger than her that of course didn’t work. He kept her in place. “What are we looking at?” “My huge body…” she closed her eyes not to see what Wade’s eyes may be looking at if he was as disgusted as you were. Wade shook his head. “Babe… I wouldn’t be with you if you weren’t sexy as Hell. Make me shallow or not… I’ve seen lots of hot girls but YOU are sexy.” He kissed her shoulder blade. She smiled and kissed his cheek. “Thank you Wade.” “You put up with the earthquake lines that is my face so you get respect too. I’d think you were hot anyway though.” He kissed her lips passionately.

#marvel x plus size reader #marvel #plus size reader #deadpool #clint barton #tony stark #steve rogers #thor #loki #peter parker #marvel men #chubby reader #drabble #mine

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holyfruitsnax · 2 years

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Comfort

Summary: After May passed, Peter had it rough. It’s been a year now and you’re noticing some healing both mentally, and physically.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Depression/ eating disorder spoken about briefly, slightly self conscious Peter, fluff none the less, cursing of course

You’d gone with Peter to May’s funeral and supported him as much as possible. He’d lost everyone but you, and at this point, you weren’t sure how much more the poor guy could take. Immediately after everything happened, Peter put his suit away, opting to just stay home and bury himself alive with sadness. The two of you talked about therapy, but Peter didn’t really want to. So, you gave him time. His weight had dropped drastically within the first few weeks of his mourning, which worried you to no end. He wasn’t really eating, leaving, or even showering. You figured if you didn’t live there too the apartment would be a wreck, but you stayed patient and made sure Peter knew you loved him.

It was a good sign when Peter texted and asked if you wanted to go see a movie together while you were at work one day, things were finally getting better. It’s been a year since May passed, a year since Peter asked you to move in, and a year of progress. Today was the day you finally notice that physically. Opening the door to your apartment Led Zepplin blasted into the hall before you shut it behind yourself. Kicking off your shoes you smiled watching Peter dance around singing along with his music “Have a good day babe?” He called out looking in your direction, taking a bite of a sandwich he’d made himself, sauntering over to you. “It was alright yeah.” You sighed shrugging off your coat, Peter taking it into his hands to hang it on the rack. “Tough day?” Peter raised a brow, placing his chin atop your head. “Sort of, it’s alright though. Mostly just inconvenient.” You smiled feeling your boyfriends’ arms wrap around you as he pressed himself close to your back, forcing you to walk towards the sofa.

That’s when you noticed. Instead of a firm six back, you felt a soft layer of love pressing against your spine. “They lost a file I need to finish up one of my tasks with another company, without it I’ll be behind.” You sighed turning around in his arms. “I’m sure it’ll all be fixed tomorrow. They’ll find the file.” Peter hummed turning so his back landed against the sofa taking you with him. Propping yourself up, you straddled Peter’s lap to get a good look at him. “What?” He smiled up at you slightly confused. “Nothing, I’m just checking you out~ Is that okay?” you smiled back making Peter laugh. “By all means.” He winked folding one of his arms behind his head/

Peter wasn’t overly chubby, but he definitely had a little fluff to him. His chest and arms still held muscle, there was just a soft layer to them now. His cheeks seemed a bit puffier, but the biggest difference was his tummy. His soft pale skin peeking from under the bottom of his grey t-shirt ever so slightly, and oh so tempting to squish. “You’re so cute.” You cooed cupping Peter’s face in your hands pressing a sugary kiss to his lips. “What’s gotten into you.” Peter chuckled furrowing his brows, not minding the baby treatment though.

You answered by lifting the hem of his shirt, letting your hand run across Peter’s soft abdomen. He froze. “Oh...You noticed that?” Peter’s cheeks suddenly tinged a shade deeper as he scratched the back of his neck. “I mean, I’m kinda...” Peter sat up a little keeping you in his lap, using one hand to poke his own stomach. “Out of shape I guess.” He dropped his head a little, feeling embarrassed that he’d let himself get ‘sloppy’ in his mind. “I’ll have to find a gym or something nearby, to fix this.” Peter gestured over himself with a half laugh, falling back against the couch again slightly defeated. Oh Hell no.

Noticing his change in demeanor you went into affection mode. Placing a kiss just above the waistband of Peter’s sweatpants you hummed, trailing up across his stomach making him gasp a little. “I don’t mind it baby. I think you’re incredibly sexy~” You reassured him with a purr, one hand pushing his shirt further out of the way so you could kiss up his chest as well. Peter settled hearing you say it was alright, “Are you sure?” His brows raised in surprise. “I mean I’ve never, you know. I’m usually.” He flexed his arm for emphasis, which still looked God like, making you roll your eyes and smile. “Yes Peter, I am one hundred percent content with the way you look...I’m relieved actually. You look good. Happy even.” You sat up letting his shirt fall back messily into place while he stared at you with half lidded eyes.

“What?” You smiled back at him. “Nothing, nothing I just love you.” Peter pulled you up towards his face, one hand on your jaw the other on your lower back pressing your body flush with his own. “I love you too Petie.” You mumbled out before leaning into Peter’s lips, you could connect the dots on how your night was about to end.

I hope you enjoy Loves <3 -Snax

#spiderman #spiderman no way home #spiderman homecoming #spiderman far from home #tom holland #Tom holland imagine #tom holland one shot #tom holland fanfiction #peter parker #peter parker imagine #peter parker blurb #Peter parker x reader #peter parker fluff #chubby peter parker

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laythestar · 10 months

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When Peter falls in love

Author's note: Speak Now (Taylor's Version) is finally out and I'm OBSESSED with When Emma Falls In Love, so I decided to write something cute to bring a sense of warmth into our hearts. Hope you like it <3

Words: 208.

Peter never knew how to talk with you.

But you can’t blame him, okay?! You were the daughter of Sun itself, you were the one that always made him better just by waving at him.

And Peter…Oh, Peter always embarrassed himself. He stumbled on his own feet while walking towards your group of friends - which were just you, MJ, Ned and him - because he was too busy seeing you laugh at one of Ned’s science jokes to look at his own step. He would stutter because he was too lost in your eyes, that shines brighter than the stars.

He would write poem after poem about how your beauty was bigger than Cleopetra herself, or how you must have been blessed by the Gods itselves, because you’re so perfect, so intelligent that always made him sigh in a dreamy way.

Peter would think about how one day he will confess his love for you, and if for a miracle of fate, you accept, he would hug him and bury his face on your neck, just to breathe on your scent, knowing that this was real, that you wanted him entirely.

One day…One day he will say all of his feelings for you.

Just wait a little longer, please.

#chubby reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #black reader

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1000night · 2 years

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Period Comfort part2

warnings: It’s from a woman in period, stop reading if you found you don’t like it. 18+

A/N: English is not my first language. And if you like it, reblog it, too,please. <3

Peter Parker

May taught him a lot. We love May🥰🥰

He prepared everything for you, anything for you. He have his patrol duty but he always back in time so that you can have hot shower together. It's impossible that he doesn't afraid those blood. But he did it.

Lay on his chest, his hands rubbing your belly and waist, you shared your days with each other.

His spider instinct always drive him crazy before your period start, your smell telling him that you're fertile, ready to be full up. He have to use his whole strength to not too rough and cum inside you. You both are too young to be parents.

“I'd waiting for you and always by your side, Ladybug. You're my home.”

Matt Murdock

Another accurate biography clock for you.

Always let you on top of him when you near your period, let you take control is a honor thing to him.

He want to have period sex but he's scared your reaction, so if you don't mind, just tell him and he'll be feral.😌😌

He doesn't mind your blood dyes the sheets, his blood more often did that. So please don't leave him sleeps his alone, he'll cry.

Sometimes when he couldn't bear those sweet smells from you, he'd bury his face under your his shirt, sniffed your smell against your clothed mound, you won't wear short for the night.

“I'm the daredevil, blood and sex are our sins, don't need to be shamed, my little lamb.”

Eddie Brock and Venon

Living with them always means excited and adventurous life waiting for you. Venon could smell your blood and the meaning behind. He just care about if you're uncomfortable about that. He demands Eddie to buy more chocolate for you both, he shares those sweets with you.

Be more grumpy to those idiots disrespect you, you're bleeding and who the hell they think they are to treat you wrong?!

Cuddle with them, Eddie would rub your back and waist, he's happy to take care of you. He learned how to cooked the special meals for you.

Venon tasted your blood for one time, his tongue slides into your pussy and...it's your first time have sex with Venon without Eddie. So now, if your cramps really that bad, Venon would try to use his tongue to help you.😳😳😳

“Aww, poor honey, don't worry, we're here.”

“I have more chocolate for you,Chica. Or our pussy try to fight you again? Let me talk with her. ”

#1000night masterlist #nana drabbles #eddie brock x reader #peter parker x chubby reader #peter parker x reader #matt murdock x female chubby reader #matt murdock x reader

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malebellyworld · 1 year

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1.) To Be Young and In Love

Chubby!Ramiverse!Peter Parker x Male!Reader

⚠️TW ⚠️: The following mentions E.D., Depression, and S.A.

(Anything italicized is referring to the past.)

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Spiderman Swings Into Action

You sighed as you walked away from reading the latest on the newsstand on your way to work. Ever since you moved from Connecticut to New York City things changed drastically. You and your family moved in last summer, but for the wrong reasons. Your dad was caught drinking on the job, and after they fired him his friend called him about an open spot in the ship yards and your mom worked at the dry cleaners. But now that you turned sixteen, your parents sort of pressure you into getting a job.

You were on your way to work at the Atlantic Diner. Everyday you would go right after school, dressed in your uniform and ready for another grueling shift dealing with noisy screeching children, rude elderly people, and the occasional Karen raging about the wrong order.

However, one thing that stood out from the rest of the customers was that Peter Parker - the guy who was not even considered to be on the food chain - was sitting there at the bar lazily stirring a melted chocolate milkshake, a sullen look on his face as he was lost in his thoughts, disconnected from it all.

Ever since his uncle Ben died three days ago, Peter has not been the same. Just yesterday, Flash Thomson was trying to apologize to Peter, but then he immediately responded by slamming the taller boy into the lockers. It was shocking to see someone so gentle and calm as Peter flip in a split second.

After you put your apron and name tag on, you began taking orders from other tables and going back and forth with drinks and plates. As you did this, though, you could not help but glance over at Peter as he remained still in the same position you saw him.

You could not help but feel bad for him.

A few minutes had passed, yet Peter still stayed in the same spot as before, gazing into nothing. You sighed as you walked up behind the counter, putting on a small but warm smile on your face.

“Hey, Peter.”

The boy jerked back into reality, glancing up at you with crystal blue eyes as he smiled softly at you. “Oh, hey, Y/n.” He said awkwardly.

“How’s everything going?.” You asked as you handed the chef the ticket order.

“Uh, I-I don’t know, it’s alright I guess.” Peter said, still staring at his melted milkshake.

You sighed heavily as you refilled a few drinks. “And how’s your aunt doing?.”

“She’s okay, still hasn’t gotten much sleep lately.” Peter said glumly.

“And what about Mary Jane, how’s she doing?.” You asked.

“W-We… haven’t spoke much in a while.” Peter said, a trace of sadness was in his tone.

“Oh… I’m sorry to hear that.” You said, cringing.

“It’s okay…” Peter mumbled.

You could see his eyes growing even more red with each passing second, his face pinching and contorting in deep-seeded agony. Peter was usually great at hiding his emotions, even after being beat by Flash, not a single tear would leave his eyes.

But now, it is a full view and for the first time ever, the nerd boy everyone seems to treat like nothing, is now taking off his shield and letting the whole world know that he too can hurt just as much as anyone else.

You immediately laid your hand over his, your thumb rubbing the side of his fist. “I know how it all feels like,” You said, earning a tearful look from Peter. “I know what it feels like when seemingly everyone is leaving you and nothing is working as the way it should be.”

Peter only nodded, placing his hand over yours. “Thanks, Y/n, but I think I should go home now.”

You hesitated as the brunette got up from his seat, pulling a ten dollar bill from his wallet and tossing it on the counter. You immediately grabbed Peter by his arm, causing him to jerk his head back to you in shock as he gazes at you with wide blue eyes, causing you to let go.

“Uh, maybe we could hang some time, go see what’s in the movies probably?.” You asked, biting down on the inside of your cheek.

Peter stood there for a moment, thinking of whether or not this was a prank, until he finally nodded his head. “Yeah, sure sounds good.”

“O-okay, I’ll call you. Bye.” You said shyly. Peter smiled a little before walking out the door.

To say the least, things between you two were slow; Peter mostly going on about how he was applying for a job at The Daily Bugle as a photographer, or how he and Aunt May were handling the entirety of the death of Uncle Ben. But what killed your spirit the most, was how he was insistent on dating Mary Jane.

Despite her being a genuinely good person, she still had left Peter in this space of uncertainty as she was still with Harry Osborn, while at the same time she would build Peter up into thinking he could have his chance with her. And it hurt you to see that even though they were good for each other, they still had their flaws that were left unattended like untreated infections.

You, on the other hand, would devote as much time to the lovable nerd as much as you could, mostly meeting him at the diner for some fires and a milkshake.

Sometimes he would eat more than that, sometimes it was a whole two plates worth of food, and yet Peter would still look the same as before, blaming it on how he was always running after the school bus every morning.

It was not until the homecoming dance came around when Peter had finally worked up the courage to ask out Mary Jane. Sadly, she declined, opting for going with Harry to go see a showing of Wicked the same night. This meant that you had your chance to ask Peter, regardless of whatever anyone thought.

“Hey, Peter. I gotta ask you something,” You asked as you both worked on your Physics experiment.

“What is it?.” He asked softly.

“… I-I was wondering if you were free this Saturday?.” You asked.

“Uh, I think so, why?.” Peter asked as he looked at you quizzically.

“Well, I was wondering if you’d like to go with me to the movies this Saturday?.” You asked, rubbing the back of your neck.

He stayed quiet for a moment. Peter did not know what exactly to think about all this; getting asked out, let alone by a guy. He usually spent his Saturdays inside either working on his homework or a new assignment for The Daily Bugle, or secretly doing night patrol in his spidersuit.

“Uh, I-I don’t know…” Peter said awkwardly. “Besides I have some stuff to do for work and if I miss that then my boss’ll kill me.”

“We can go in the early afternoon and I’ll have you back home by four.” You said.

Peter hesitated for a bit, biting his bottom lip. “Okay.”

You smiled. “Great, I’ll see you then.”

You knew Peter Parker was an awkward nervous wreck half of the time. As you both sat through the previews, you could see from the corner of your eye Peter biting his nails as he stared intensely at the screen, and since Peter hardly had any nails left to chew off, you passed the large tub of popcorn over to him causing him to jump from his trance.

You smiled, shaking the tub. “It’s always nice to share.”

Peter smiled sheepishly. “Thanks.” He said, taking a handful of popcorn and shoving it in his mouth.

This went on for the first half of the movie. You would be mainly glued to the screen watching all the action go down as Peter continuously ate popcorn without even stopping for a drink. You knew everyone had their ways of coping with anxiety, nail biting being one of the main mechanics, but never did you see constant eating as one of them. Yes you’ve heard of stress eating, but never seen it in person.

After the movie had ended, You were expecting Peter to immediately go back home, but to your surprise, he insisted that you both go out to eat.

After ordering your favorite item from the menu, Peter was still picking out a few things as you sat there, awkwardly taking a few sips from your cup as Peter went on, ignoring the surprised expressions from the elderly waitress.

You didn’t know what exactly to think of it. Peter was always hardly eating and he’d mostly be seen eating bits of his food like a bird. Maybe he was just really hungry today? Maybe he’s trying to bulk up? Maybe he skipped breakfast this morning?

("What if it’s something else?.")You thought. After all, tomorrow marks three weeks since his uncle had died. ("What if it’s just that, what if he’s stressed out?.")

You were brought back to reality when Peter was calling your name from beyond your mind, causing You to slightly flinch as Peter reached to touch your hand. “I’m sorry, I must’ve blanked out.”

“It’s okay, I was just asking if your come here often.” Peter said in his typical soft tone.

“Uh, not really, I usually go to school and work and then home.” You said with a small giggle.

Peter nodded. “Is there anywhere else you go to?.”

“Not really, I don’t have much of a social life.” You gazed back down at your drink, swirling the ice around.

“I know how it feels,” Peter said solemnly.

Before You could say anything else, the waitress came back with your food first. You waited a bit for Peter's to come, and when it did your eyes grew wide. The other boy had ordered four large plates of food, along with two desserts.

You didn't say much, weary if you'd hurt Peter's feelings. Instead, You just ate quietly, glancing over at Peter every now and then to see him scarfing down his food like he hasn't eaten in weeks.

"So, what are your plans for homecoming next week?." You asked.

Peter barely paused from his eating. "Not really," He said with a mouthful of Salisbury steak. "Probably just staying in at home."

You nodded, watching as he finished the first plate within four minutes, moving on to the next without taking a break, not even to drink his coke.

("He probably skipped out on breakfast today,") You thought as You saw Peter begin on his second plate - a BLT with a side of fries.

"What about you?." Peter asked.

You sighed, "Uh, I guess I might pick up an extra shift, maybe pick up drawing again."

Peter nodded before finishing off the rest of his sandwich and eating whatever was left with the fries.

("What if he could be binging?.") You thought. ("Maybe some kind of disorder?.")

But You didn't know what exactly he was dealing with. After all, he never was one to show any emotion, let alone any disorders he may be facing. It was almost like he wasn't even human at times. Like he was a creature from a different place, and he was trying to survive every day.

By the time he finished his third plate, Peter has let out a long sigh as he rested his hand above his stomach. You could not help but gaze at him, your heart fluttered a little as he gently rubbed his stomach, letting out a short burp before opening his eyes and going to finish off the fourth plate - shepherd’s pie with beef.

The two of you sat in silence and you’re gaze never left Peter as he ate and ate until there was nothing left on his plate. Peter glanced over at your plate and noticed that You hardly made a dent.

“Are you okay?.” He asked.

“Uh, yeah, I’m just not that hungry.” You said with a little smile.

Peter swallowed. “Um, do you want a to-go box?.”

You shook your head. “No, that’s okay, thanks anyway.”

Peter began to blush as he stared at your unfinished plate, his mouth agape as his eyes looked distant and glassy. He was almost in some odd trance-like state, completely enamored by the food You had ordered, his mouth growing watery.

“Uh, do you want some of it?.” You asked shyly.

Peter snapped his eyes up at You, giving a short nod with a small innocent smile, those blue eyes gleaming with joy, and your heart was driven madly into adoration.

Once You gave Peter your plate he immediately began to consume every single thing left until there was nothing else left but whatever little garnishment the cook had put there.

He leaned back against the booth, his shirt resting tightly around his fully bloated stomach. You tried so desperately not to look, not to touch, but it was a very difficult task You somehow managed to pull off.

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A few weeks had passed since that day. You and Peter were still talking but you haven’t seen him that often, and if You did, he’d be secretly snacking on something during class, or eating everything he had on his tray at lunch.

You started to notice that he was beginning to don an oversized sweatshirt in the beginning of spring. You always knew Peter was self-conscious but it was never this bad. Everyday he would be on the bus wearing the same navy blue hoodie, never once would he take it off, only rolling the sleeves up to his elbows to reveal more defined and thicker arms than their regular spindly figure. You wanted to ask something, but once again You thought it just wasn’t in your place to do so.

One night, You were walking back home from work. You had taken the bus and it was already starting to drizzle, so You picked up the pace a little bit. As You were walking, however, a loud smash had caused You to look behind to see what was happening.

Three tall men were stalking their way towards You, their voices were slurred as the scent of booze wafted off themselves. The began to crowd You and slowly began backing You into the corner of a dark alleyway. You looked for any chance of an exit, but one of them had placed their arms beside You, practically trapping You from the world.

The man was big and bald, a large scar on his left eye, a demonic smile that made You shiver in the now pouring rain. He leaned in closer, his mouth grazing your neck.

You looked around with wide eyes, hoping for anyone who could help, but during this time of night, your chances were slim and nothing was going to stop these guys from doing whatever they wanted to You.

As the taller man forcefully pulled You into him, You felt every ounce of dread flood your body. Dysphoria was took over full time once the man reached down your pants, his large rough hand fondling You as he gripped your waist, his mouth tasted that of cigarettes and cheap alcohol.

“Hey save some for us too, Mitchie.” Said one of the assailants.

The man - Mitchie - simply grunted in your mouth as he continued to forcefully smash your lips against his.

You let out a shrill and muffled scream before the man slammed You against the wall and knocked the wind out of You.

However, before the man could do anything else, a loud “Hey!” caused everyone to jolt from what they were doing, glancing all around to find who was disrupting them.

You never thought you’d be seeing THE Spider-Man right in front of You, but low and behold, there he was standing there behind everyone, almost analyzing the situation going on.

“Now what’s gonna happen here is that either you guys leave him alone, or I’m gonna have to do everything my way.” He said.

“And what the fuck are you gonna do about it if we say no?.” Said the other assailant.

Without warning, Spider-Man launched a web at one of the guy’s face, causing him to stumble back into a pile of wet cardboard boxes. The other guy charged after Spider-Man, narrowly avoiding the punch that was sent flying in his direction.

“Okay, I see how it’ll be.” Spider-Man said.

He threw the first punch with success, causing the goon to nearly fall back as blood began to flow down his nose. However, before the man could even throw his next punch, a web wrapped his fist up before the rest of his body was wrapped up in webbing.

You gazed into the annoyed eyes of Mitchie as turned to face off against the superhero. He popped his knuckles and neck before charging at Spider-Man, who simply dodged out of the way. This aggravated Mitchie, and so the bald man started wildly throwing his fists at the hero, missing his face completely before his arms were bound to his sides with webbing.

Spider-Man glanced over to You, gently walking up to see if You were okay. “Do you need any help?.”

You shivered as you gazed into those large blank white eyes. You nodded, “Please, I just want to go home.”

Spider-Man carefully lifted You off the ground, your body leaning against his. “Just hold on tight, okay?.”

You nodded, wrapping your arms and legs around him before this sudden jolt made your whole body become weightless for a split second. He was swinging from building to building as You buried your face into the curve of his neck, squeezing your eyes shut as your grasp on him tighten even more. As the rain began to go into a full-on downpour, the air around you was cold and wild.

You nestled in closer to the vigilante, desperate for any form of heat as you both swing through block to block. He had no particular scent to him, just the rubbery smell of his costume and the wet industrial surroundings, but his presence alone brought this form of comfort to You after what happened before.

By the time he reached your house, Spider-Man gently landed his feet on the ground, his arms still holding You close to his body as he walked up to the stoop. He bent his head down, gently running his gloved hand over your hair.

“We’re here,” he announced in a low but soft voice.

You lifted your head up from his shoulder and glanced around in amazement. You knew that Spider-Man must’ve been all around town, but it surprised You how accurate he knew where You lived without the need for asking the address. It shook it off before unwrapping your legs from his waist, the stinging numbness causing You to momentarily loose balance and slump forward onto the hero’s chest. You let out a small “uhf” as You collided with the muscular and rough surface, your face blushing madly as You tried to lift yourself up.

“I’m sorry about that,” You mumbled, pushing yourself off of the masked man. “My legs kinda lost feeling for a moment.”

“It’s okay, it happens to everyone,” Spider-Man stated with a hint of warmth in his tone.

You smiled a little before glancing down. “Uh, thank you for saving me back there,”

“You’re welcome, just promise me that you’ll be careful next time, and if you ever need help, just call out for me.” Spider-Man stated.

You nodded before walking up the stoop, taking one last glance at your savior, who nodded to You, before launching a web before swinging off into the dreary night sky.

• • •

Two weeks had passed since your encounter with the guys in the alley, and with Spider-Man. You decided not to tell anyone else because not everyone would’ve believed you in the first place, since a lot of people will make up stories about being saved by Spider-Man for their fifteen minutes of fame. But your encounter made feel somewhat safe when it came to working night shifts, as though someone out there really cared about your well-being.

Aside from the whole Spider-Man thing, You noticed that Peter hadn’t shown up to school for a week. You didn’t see him around the halls, in lunch, nor in physics class.

Ben Parker’s funeral was last week and You decided to go for Peter. You were standing far behind everyone as they surrounded the gravesite as a frigid gust of wind blew the dead leaves passed the casket, causing You to shiver before sinking into your coat. You couldn’t see Peter from where you stood, glancing around gravestones and mourners to see how Peter was doing. You gave up, ultimately deciding to just wait and pay your respects to the man who lost his life in such a senseless and horrific way.

By the time the service was over, everybody began to disperse as You stood there, watching the casket come into full view. You licked your lips nervously as You carefully walked up holding a white flower in your hand. You gently laid it down over the plethora of white flowers on the casket, a immense wave of emotions rushed through your body.

Peter and Mary Jane were standing just a few feet away from you. She was comforting him as Harry Osborn watched at the sidelines, his gaze on the ground as he shoved his hands in his pockets. You noticed something different about Peter, his overall attitude was closed off from the world, almost like his real self was shut off momentarily.

Another thing You noticed was his overall appearance. He wasn’t as lanky as he was before, his shoulders were no longer frail and were more broad in his ill-fitting suit. His face seemed to have more definition to it, his jawline was still there and it made him look a little older, but his face seemed to be chubbier than the last time You saw him.

After an awkward exchange between them, Mary Jane walked over to Harry, taking her arm in his as they walked to the front entrance of the cemetery. You hesitantly walked over to where Peter stood, not taking his glance away from the casket.

“P-Peter?.” You said in a soft tone.

Peter snapped his head in your direction, offering a short smile, “Oh, hey, how’ve you been?.”

“I uh, I’ve been okay, I missed you,” You said.

Peter smiled before glanced over at himself. “I haven’t been feeling too good lately, you know with work and everything going on,”

“Yeah,” You said. “Listen, if you ever feel like talking, don’t be a stranger, I’m always free.”

Peter nodded before glancing back down. “I uh, I gotta go, the service is happening at one of the diners Ben used to visit, maybe you should come by?.”

“I wish I could but I have to go to work in an hour, so I’m in a bit of a time crunch,”

Peter nodded before walking off to the front gates of the cemetery leaving You all alone with the groundskeepers who began to lower the casket.

• • •

It was another night coming back home from work, thankfully, though, it wasn’t pouring down like before.

It was a cold night, but a night that was nonetheless, filled with terror. A night that You, and all of New York would never forget.

What was once a peaceful walk home listening to music, had soon changed to a night of survival and fear. The last thing You remembered was being tackled into the air by something (someone) coming at you like a freight train. At first You thought it was Spider-Man coming to visit you again, but the gravelly cackling made You snap your head at none other than the Green Goblin gazing back at you behind reflective orange eyes, that permanent grin just an inch away from You.

“I hope you can finally catch his attention,” the masked villain said devilishly as he soared throughout the night sky to the roof of an abandoned smallpox hospital on Roosevelt Island.

The Green Goblin grabbed you by the hair, “Now scream for your spider,”

You did nothing but glare at the mask, earning another hard yank at the hair and a warning screamed from the villain. You did nothing but hiss in pain, grabbing at the hand of the villain to try and fend yourself off as much as you could, but this only aggravated the menace even more as he dragged You over the side of the building.

You screamed in pain and fear until your throat was sore and your voice gave out as you were dangled over eight stories above ground. Just as you were close to giving into dying, you and the Green Goblin were pushed down on the roof, the Green Goblin’s grip on your hair came loose and you rolled away from the green figure. You glanced up to see Spider-Man standing over you, but the Green Goblin got back on his glider and swoop around the two of you tossing a pumpkin grenade.

Spider-Man pushed You out of the way just before the bomb detonated in front of his face sending him screaming as he flew right through a brick wall, hitting his back on a beam and falling to the ground with a loud groan. You were about to stand up before the Green Goblin came flying back around, grabbing you and throwing you into another wall, the sounds of popping and snapping echoed through the air.

The Green Goblin flies back around and stops where Spider-Man struggles to get up. “Misery, misery, misery, that’s what you’ve chosen,” he begins to step toward the stumbling hero. “I offer you friendship, and you spat in my face.”

The Green Goblin begins hitting Spider-Man, with one punch sending him back a few feet. Once he gets up, Spider-Man dodges a punch by swinging from a web, but is knocked back down and thrown onto the ground.

Webs begin to form a barrier between the two, but the Green Goblin is able to tear through it with ease and slams Spider-Man into a pillar, knocking him around a little more before finally kicking him into a wall. Just as Spider-Man launches a web strand, his hand is crushed under a metallic green boot.

“You’ve spun your last web, Spider-Man. Have you not been so selfish your little girlfriend’s death would’ve been quick and painless, and that boy over there wouldn’t have to suffer so much, but now that you pissed me off… I’m gonna finish them both, nice and slow.”

Enraged, Spider-Man gets up as the Green Goblin readies his pitch-fork and tries to take a stab at the superhero, but is knocked back and crushed by a wall that Spider-Man uses his webs to pull. Just as the Green Goblin gets back up, he is once again slammed into a wall by Spider-Man, and is repeatedly punched until the Green Goblin surrenders.

The villain takes off his mask revealing himself as Norman Osborn. You were shocked, but what shocked you the most was the fact that he called Spider-Man “Peter”. You squinted further and could see a few features that belonged to Peter, but something else about him threw you off entirely. His large body seemed to be jam packed into that bodysuit, highlighting his rotund belly and semi big pecks. You couldn’t help but blush at the sight of the newly added weight on his ass as well.

As the Green Goblin was speaking, his hoverboard was sent flying behind Peter, luckily his spidey senses knew it was coming, and he was able to jump out of the way just in time before the Norman Osborn was impaled and utter out his last words.

“Don’t tell Harry,” he said weakly, his torso falling down on the hoverboard.

You slowly stood up on uneasy feet, stumbling back against a wall. Peter walked over to you, eyes wide in shock as he touched the mask, realizing now that his cover is blown.

You held your ribcage as you looked at him straight in the eyes.

“Don’t worry,” You said in a hoarse voice. “I won’t say anything.”

Peter walks over to You, his fingertips peeking out of the ripped gloves as they brushed against your cut and bloodied face. He pulls You into his heavyset body, the warmth and weight of his belly pressed up against you was enough to make You stifle a moan, but given the current situation and location now wouldn’t probably be the time to mention anything to him.

“Please… just take me home,” You muttered in his ear.

Peter only nodded, holding You closer to his body before swinging on a newly projected web strand.

• • •

Queens, along with all of New York, wasn’t the same after the reign of the Green Goblin. Some compared it to the likes of the September 11th attacks, some compared it to something out of a Batman comic book villain, and some just wanted to forget about the whole thing ever happening.

Curfews were set by the police department upon students ranging from high school to below. You were stuck inside longer than usual, since your boss cut off some of your hours, and You had more time on your hands, and spending more time at home has already become a tedious task.

It was nearly thirty minutes before curfew when You came walking back from the bus stop. You had come back from another day worth of talk about the Green Goblin, but nothing about Spider-Man saving all those people in the Roosevelt gondola, or even saving Mary-Jane. And then the thought of Peter crept back into your mind, something you’ve been trying hard to fight off.

He hadn’t been to school in nearly a week, and maybe it’s for the best. After what Peter had went through these past few weeks is something nobody should go through, but there he was saving New York City with all the strength he could put into it, and thankfully it was all worth it.

You were shocked to see Peter standing outside of your apartment building. The only way You could make him out, however, was by the facial features on the plump face. Another thing that caught You off guard was how much weight he had gained, overgrowing the last time You saw him.

“Hey, Peter,” You said with a smile. “What are you doing here?.”

Peter smiled back, his chubby cheeks causing his eyes to squint a little. “I just came here to talk to you, about everything that’s been going on, with us, with me, with this.”

He gestured his tightly packed belly under his shirt. You tried to hide the blush creeping in.

“Listen, Peter, I know that things haven’t been easy lately, but you know I’m not the type of person who goes around gossiping just for the attention of it.”

“I know, but it’s not about that, it’s about keeping my loved ones safe from ever getting hurt by my enemies-”

“Spider-Man’s enemies,” You interjected. “Peter I don’t think you’re understanding what’s been happening with me and I don’t think I can hide it anymore. Ever since that night we went out, I developed some feelings for you, feelings I know that we will get shunned by, but I gotta tell you that meeting you was probably the best thing to happen to me all year.”

Peter stayed quiet for a moment, his confused eyes looking for a response.

“But I’m not the same person you fell in love with before,” Peter said.

“I don’t care if you’re secretly Spider-Man, and I don’t care if you weigh three hundred pounds, I’m still gonna be in love with the guy that’s different from all the rest,” You said, staring Peter straight in the eye as to drive you point across. “I love you, Peter.”

Peter’s breath hitched as soon as You said that. His belly heaved up and down as he was breathing rapidly. You stepped closer, your hand snaking around his soft waist, his belly pressed up against your stomach as You pulled him in for a kiss, pressing his belly even further towards your body.

Peter’s chubby hand brushes through your (h/c) hair as he leans into the kiss. His hands wrap around your shoulders as your other hand gently brushes against his belly, coming to rest on those lush love handles. Both of your tongues battled for dominance, with yours sliding into his mouth with ease. Peter’s hands gently glide down your back, coming to rest just inches above your ass.

You two separate, gasping for air as Peter smiles.

“I didn’t think you’d still love me being this way, I tried to control it, but the hunger and the dart got the better of me and-”

“Wait a minute, what dart?.” You asked.

Peter sighed heavily. “Well, before I… killed… Norman - the Green Goblin? - I was hit by a dart filled with a strange green fluid. I figured it was from the Green Goblin, because of how familiar it looked like those grenades. At first I didn’t know what it was exactly, but later on I guessed it affected my metabolism in a huge way.”

He glances down at his belly, his hand rested at the top. You gently laid your hand on his belly, the warmth coming off him like a radiator, and gently rubbed a small circle on it.

“I never thought of you as a chubby chaser,” Peter teased, grabbing your other hand to rest on his belly. “Then again, I’ve had my fair share of secrets too.” He said in a cocky tone.

Your face was now cherry red. “Shut up,” You chuckled. “And I never knew it took gaining weight to drive you wild.”

“Maybe we should take this upstairs?.” Peter said in a flirty voice.

“Maybe Thursday, my parents come home late and the curfew is almost here, don’t want to get in trouble with the cops, especially when everyone needs their Spider-Man to save the day.” You said, kissing his forehead.

“It’s a date then,” Peter said, kissing You back.

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DAY TWENTY-FIVE: Lost w/ Peter Parker

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Secrets. You had always hated them, avoided telling them, and you were good at pointing them out, so how Peter being Spiderman slipped under your radar for as long as it did baffled you. He had portrayed himself as this cute tech nerd with barely any friends, a kid that no one bothered to get to know even though he was the sweetest guy you think you had ever met.

So it was safe to say that he was easy to fall in love with, to his curls all the way to his shyness, Peter Parker was who you wanted. You had flirted, expressed your interest, hell, even almost confessed to him, nothing could tame the confusion when you had seen him swing into his window, tearing off his mask to reveal a beat up face. You were supposed to study with him, but then, you weren't so sure. He wasn't aware that you were even there until he turned around, where he was quick to try and give you a stuttery explanation, but you didn't want to hear it.

There was too much going on around you and inside of your head, like you were getting yelled at by a crowd of people, like you were being held under water as you rushed out of his room. It was safe to say his aunt May was going to give him a piece of her mind for scaring off such a cute girl like you.

You hadn't seen him or talked to him since then, constantly avoiding all communication until you could get your ducks in a row. It was like you had everything figured out until you didn't, you felt lost, like everything you had known was a total lie.

Who else knew about this? Did MJ and Ned know about Spiderman? We're they lying to you too?

There were too many things that went unanswered, even though you so desperately needed them to be, because there was a war waging inside of your heart and your brain. You wanted to hate Peter, you wanted to despise him for lying to you, for making a fool out of you, for making you question whether or not the Peter you fell in love with was the real him. On the other hand, you couldn't be mad at him, a part of you understood the reason why he kept his identity hidden from you, he saved your city, hell, he knew the Avengers, he didn't need to risk telling the wrong person.

You knew that if you were to face him again, your heart would win over your head, but it seems as though Peter had already made that decision for you.

A knock sounded on your bedroom window, turning your head, your eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets as you saw the man in the red and blue suit. You huffed, quickly getting off of your bed and cracking the window open.

"What are you doing here, Peter?" You asked harshly. You didn't need to see his face to know that he winched at the tone of your voice. "I— I wanted to explain everything to you!" He was quick to say, remaining hunched over awkwardly. "I already told you, I'm not interested in anything that you have to say." You went to close your window, but a small web shot out of his wrist, solidifying it open. "Please?" Peter whispered. You wanted to cry you into letting him in, watching as he took your silent consent, climbing through the opening.

You watched as he gently took his mask off, his face void of any cuts and injuries as he stared at you with guilt swimming in his irises.

"I uh— so there's this spider that uh— bit me and then I kind of became spiderman then Mr. Stark had asked me to join the Avengers, but I said no! I uh— I just help around, sometimes.." His words got less confident, less sped up as he searched your face for a reaction. "But I didn't want you to look at me any differently, because.. because I like you and I didn't want to drive you away. I wanted you to like me for me, Peter."

You sighed, your chest deflating as your face softened. You approached him slowly, Peter still unsure as he looked at you through his eyelashes.

His body froze as you placed your hands on his cheeks, your soft thumb caressing the supple flesh.

"Peter," You breathed out with a small, sad smile, "I would never have looked at you differently. I mean— yeah, you're like a superhero, but so what? I met you, Peter Parker, the cute boy in my English class, the one sat with Ned and the girl that never talked to anyone. I fell in love with you, not Spiderman. I— I understand why you kept this from me, but— I would've appreciated a little.. I don't know, consideration?" It was as though the spark was electrified back into his eyes at your confession. "You like me back?" His voice squeaked. You laughed softly, "Is that all you took away from this?" He shook his head, his hand quickly grabbing yours that rested on his face.

"Yes, no! I— I'm sorry too, about lying." A thick air settled over the two of you.

"It's okay, Peter," You pecked his lips, "It's okay." You reaffirmed once more, grinning at the blush that painted his skin.