#tasm x black cat

[blooming-violets]

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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Okay I gotta request something JUST HEAR ME OUT

Black Cat!Reader trying to tell Tasm!Peter she's Black Cat while he tries to tell her that he's Spider-Man at the same time. Queue up Peter being baffled, while reader just doesn't believe him lol

Also I am loving Florence, it's so good and rich, I'm still only on chapter three but I want to kiss your Peter senseless- he's such a sweetheart🫶 Also I love youuu🥰

AHHH bby i love this idea and I love you!! (also thanks for the support on florence)

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Secrets are difficult to reveal.

They're especially terrible when you're telling something so tumultuous to your best friend, something that could either make him judge you severely or run away from you.

How do you confess that you're a thief? An villain turned anti-hero?

Even worse, Peter is someone you really love. Someone you know is too good for you- he would never feel the same way. But that's why you have Spider-Man, right?

You always knew it wasn't always going to be fun and games to be Black Cat. To be the very symbol of bad luck- it's a bad premonition.

You stare in the mirror. Peter will be here any second- he always climbs up the fire escape into your apartment's bedroom, and you told him you had something important to say.

There's a knock at your window, and you turn a little too abruptly.

Peter watches from the outside. He has a tentative smile, but he can see that you're worried, and you make the conscious effort to relax your face.

Peter himself is worried. He's about to confess something very important to someone very near and dear to him- he's Spider-Man, and not just that- he's having a sort-of affair with Black Cat.

He doesn't even know how it happened. First she was stealing wealth from banks, then a few months later she came with him with the notion to be good, and Peter always believes in someone redeeming themselves... but that doesn't mean she had to be so goddamn hot, all black leather and white fur, and Peter's just a horny dude who could not help but kiss back when she made a move on him yesterday.

And it was hot, it was good for him to take out some very human emotions by making out with her, but it wasn't everything. It wasn't you, and now he feels incredibly guilty. So he wants to come clean. Peter wants to let you know the whole truth, and even if that means you'll never like him again- Peter will never act on his unspoken feelings for you- he knows you deserve to know.

"Hey." You let Peter in, and he immediately walks in with an air of anxiety, hands already shaking as he paces around. "You good?"

"Uh, yeah. Yeah." Peter shakes his head immediately. "No, not really. We need to talk."

"Oh." You give him a look as you sit on your bed. "You have something to say, too?"

Peter nods, and you think it can't be nearly as bad as what you're going to tell him.

"Okay. Let me go first- I've been hiding something from you." He starts, but you shake your head. "I haven't been around."

"I haven't been around, Peter." You tilt your head at him. "I... I haven't been telling you the truth."

"Just wait. I'm trying to tell you something important." Peter insists, wanting you to know the truth but you keep going.

"I'm a bad person, Peter." You murmur, and Peter stops, interest piqued. "I've been misusing our friendship- you wouldn't want to be friends if you knew my past."

"No. That's not true." Peter sits down next to you on your bed, feeling that he should comfort you before potentially breaking your heart. "I'll always be your friend. Tell me what's going on."

"Don't sound so sure." You grimace at him. "I... I'm Black Cat."

"Huh?"

"I know, it's so terrible. I stopped with all the stealing and killing, but... I'm still not sure if my so-called good deeds are enough to forgive me." You lean over your legs. "I don't... I work with Spider-Man every now and then, too."

"But-" Peter tries to interject, and you keep going anyways. He's incredibly baffled- it's not that you don't match the size of Black Cat, it's just that he's sure he would've recognized your mouth under her mask. He's fantasized about your lips long enough.

"He kissed me yesterday." You admit, and for some reason it feels like a slap in the face to say, even if you know that Peter doesn't actually like you like that. "And I've always liked you, Peter, so I just have to get this off my chest, because I feel so terrible. I'm sorry."

Peter is snickering.

"What?" You shove him. "I'm trying to tell you about my actual, serious pain, Peter, and you're just laughing-"

He loves this. He can actually be with you, no questions asked, and you have to be Black Cat- who else would know that Spider-Man kissed you? Peter feels a little bad that you're clearly agonized about it still, and he is laughing, but he can't help it.

"I was trying to tell you the same thing." Peter shrugs, as you hang onto his every word. "Okay, not the same thing. But that I'm Spider-Man."

You raise your eyebrows. "Really?"

"What do you mean, really? What's so shocking?" Peter asks, somewhat affronted, still finding it funny. "Do I not look like I have Spider-Man's build?"

"No, no. It just... feels a little too convenient." You give him a pitiful glance. "Maybe you could prove it?"

"Wow." Peter shakes his head, stifling a small smile. "Why would I lie?"

"No, Peter, it's not that you would lie. It's just... it's too obvious of a happy ending for me, and I-" You wince. "I don't normally have those."

"Oh." Peter knows about your past, your unhappy origin story, and he doesn't want to say anything to negate that truth.

So he simply thwips out a web towards your desk, planting your water bottle against the wall, and you don't look too surprised, although you do inhale.

"So that means- I was working with- and you-" You try to make a coherent sentence. "We... we kissed?"

"Tell me if this feels the same." Peter murmurs, half jokingly, mostly serious, and he pulls your face up in the same way you remember he did yesterday.

Knowing that you were the one in that leather black suit with the white trimming stirs something more inside him- yeah, he loves you and he's so glad to have you here now- but it makes yesterday even hotter in hindsight.

No mask this time. Nothing to get in the way of you dragging your fingers through Peter's hair as he presses his lips against yours, not hesitant at all. His lips are firm, plying against yours, and he inhales in a way that screams that he's wanted to do this for a while- even if he kissed you a few days ago, it wasn't like this- and it has you understanding he doesn't want to be gentle. He wants to finish what he started.

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[reysdriver]

Rubbermaid & Web-Boy | P.P.

You're the Black Cat, and you find out the face behind another masked vigilante is more familiar than you ever expected — peter x fem!reader sexual tension

warnings: some adult language

words: 0.9k

a/n: this is so self-indulgent omg I literally just wanted to experience some sexual tension with Andrew Garfield

The cool night breeze swept through your neatly tied white hair as you walked carefully along the banister of a roof above an abandoned building.

Being a hero is boring, you thought to yourself as you pretended to topple on the railing, the tight material of your suit making a small noise.

Perfectly timed, you heard a police siren in the distance. Looking towards the sound, you located the source, seeing the bright red and blue coming from a cop car.

As you were running towards the sound of sirens, you heard a noise behind you, something like a thwip followed by a whoosh, but you elected to ignore it and focus on the criminal activity a few blocks over. You heard it again a few moments later. As much as you wanted to ignore it again, it was an odd noise you knew couldn't be normal. 

You wanted to investigate those strange sounds, but before you could even turn around, you felt yourself being pulled against the wall, but it didn't feel like a person of any sort was doing it.

You looked down at your wrist and saw that it was stuck to a wall, being tied back by a web of some sort. You couldn't pull your hand off of the coarse brick wall, no matter how hard you tried. You looked up from your hand to find a sleek silhouette, dressed in blue and red spandex. You presumed that he was the one to do that to you, and you justifiably got angry. 

"What the fuck?! Let me go!" You said, slightly louder than you had expected.

"(y/n)?" The masked figure said in shock. 

You maintained the tone when you recognized the voice as one of your friends and asked "Peter?"

He froze in his tracks when he realized that he had just revealed his identity to you. "No." He said sheepishly. 

It had taken a second, but you had just realized that he was the so-called 'masked menace' that you had seen pictures and videos of all over the internet and the news. That was your best friend, and he had never told you. But to be fair, you had never told him that you had adopted a vigilante alter ego that you had never told him about either. 

"Peter, I know what your voice sounds like." You told him. "You're the Web-Boy?"

"Spider-Man, actually. And you're the, what, Rubbermaid?" He said, gesturing to your black suit that you had put together yourself. 

You let out a sarcastic laugh. "Very funny, I know the suit's a little rubber-like, but I'm the Black Cat." 

"I've never heard of you." He said. You wondered if he was jealous that there was another hero around Queens. 

"Maybe because I'm just better at this and don't have pictures of me scattered across every news station in New York." 

"Or maybe you're worse, and you just don't do anything newsworthy." 

Now you knew he was jealous of you.

"Excuse you, Parker." You retorted. "Just this week, I've saved a life, stopped five crimes, and even tied a burglar up and left him on the steps of the police station!"

 "Impressive. I've done twice that."

"Asshole." You spat, attempting to move your hand off the wall again.

"I thought you were a criminal!" He defended. "You're the one wearing an all black outfit and a burglar mask!" 

You were repulsed by the idea of being considered a villain, as you stood for justice and goodness. But if you were going to be honest, the idea intrigued you a little. 

"No, but I might become one if you don't let me go."

He laughed and took off his costume mask. You saw his face and could confirm that it was in fact, your best friend Peter Parker behind the webslinger suit the whole time. 

"You don't want to stay here and hang out with me?" He asked in a half-joke tone. “Wow, everything changes when you put on the superhero suit.”

You didn't laugh or say anything back. Instead, you responded by looking at him displeased and then gesturing with your head to your arm stuck being raised next to you. 

"Alright, alright, I'll let you go."

He pulled out a small blade from the black spider on his chest and cut the white strings so to let your hand free.

"What? No, 'thank you'?" Peter asked after he let you go.  

You started to walk away, then walked back to Peter just for a second, long enough for you to throw a quick punch. 

"That's for gluing me to the wall with your webs." You said sassily, then calmed your tone. "Now, don't ever do that again, or I swear I'll do as I promised before and just become a villain to take you down."

He started rubbing his upper arm where you had hit him to soothe it. 

You continued to walk away, but before you could even get off the roof, you heard him call you. "I'll see you in school, (y/n)!"

#peter parker #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x reader #tasm peter parker #tasm peter #tasm!peter x reader #tasm!peter one shot #tasm!peter imagine #tasm!peter parker fluff #spiderman #spiderman fluff #black cat

[ofbluesandyellows]

Black Cat's Curse - TASM! Fem! Reader

Summary: Peter Parker has been cursed, crossing paths with the oh so feared black cat isn't exactly in his itinerary, and no, we are not talking about or favorite lady, Felicia. On Halloween night his bad luck has prodded him to the solution he didn't know he was looking for.

Word count: 6,537

Warnings: cursing, witchcraft (lol idk)

a/n: Hi! I'm back with a lil Halloween story for you, this one fully came to me last week. It isn't anything crazy but I do hope you enjoy it. Happy Halloween y'all. I adopted a black cat recently so maybe that's where the inspo came from. Bye :)

“What do you mean you can’t do anything?” Spider-Man was about to drop to his knees, to beg. And he never begged for anything in his life, other than bringing Ben back to life.

“Ow Spider.” Her finger with a long perfectly manicured nail traced his spandex covered clavicle. “Yes, they call me Black Cat but it doesn’t mean I know how to undo your bad luck. That’s on you and the poor black kitty you crossed paths with.”

“But whenever I get unlucky it’s always because of you, how come this is different?”

“Hey, don’t come to me with that bullshit, that’s just how things are, you should’ve known better. You’re on your own Spider.”

Peter closed his eyes, not that Cat could see him but he needed a second not to throw a punch at her, he knew she’d dodged with ease but he didn’t want to risk it. Exhaling he was about to humiliate himself once more, turning around Cat was long gone.

“Mother fuck-“ a splash of what he knew was bird poo painted the red spandex of his forearm with sickly yellowy-white. “Seriously?” Arms up in the air, no one to reply back.

Peter Parker wasn’t a big fan of Halloween growing up, he always went for the uncool type of costumes, he clearly remembered asking aunt May to buy him a white wig so he could dress up as Albert Einstein when he was about eleven. Uncle Ben ended up buying him white color spray and a fake mustache so they could DIY the look. Knitted burgundy vest, faux wrinkles on his face and the already perfect bushy brows made Peter the happiest kid in the block.

He was beyond ecstatic with the way his costume turned out, adults praised him and aunt May for the effort when he went trick or treating but the real menace were kids’ nasty words and funny remarks about him. After that he either went with a boring costume, he preferred to fit in, or at least try rather than be laughed at. 

It was obvious that the teasing continued up until college, but college was bearable compared to what he had gone through since he became Spider-Man.

Peter hadn’t been in need of a costume for years now, that was the main reason why he liked Halloween now, he could walk around as a civilian in his actual suit, no one batted an eye in his direction during this day.

Flash Halloween party was crazy loud, Peter didn’t know these many people were friends with Flash.

“Hey Spider-Man!” His heart skipped a beat, but Flash was smiling at him. “Peter, you made it!” 

Peter took the mask off, he thought this would be funny, wearing his actual suit was comfortable but now he was regretting it, he had several mini heart attacks whenever called him by his alias. He felt sweat dripping from his back. Yeah he would need to wash the suit.

“Of course man! I promised, right?” he laughed trying to disguise the panic.

Flash was wearing a Beetle juice costume, a pretty epic one if Peter could have an opinion on it. 

“I see you went all in with the costume huh?” He snatched the mask off Peter’s hand. “Nah this isn’t as good as the original.” Flash laughed.

With cherry colored cheeks Peter chuckled. “Yeah, I bought it at Walmart. Everyone seems to love the guy so I just thought why not?” 

“I’ve seen worse Parker, like the guy dressed as Alex Turner? Pfff lazy.”

“Really? I haven’t seen him. Don’t tell me it’s Harry the one dressed like that.” Peter said amused.

“Almost, but no. Harry hasn’t shown up yet, bet he found some expensive costume made suit and will pull off a ‘I’m Leonardo DiCaprio in Wolf of Wall Street.””

Both boys rolled their eyes. “Wouldn’t be surprised.” 

Suddenly Peter felt cold dripping from his back. 

“Hey dickhead, watch where you are going.” Flash was the first to talk, pushing a drunk David Bowie out the way.

Peter was in shock, how come he didn’t notice, why were his senses not alerting him of the guy at his back.

The smell of sweet fruity punch and vodka lingered on his nose. 

“Shit Pete, do you want to change?” 

Peter shook his head, lipped smile on. “No, don’t worry I’m good. Just going to grab a beer.”

“Ok, if you need something just look for me, okay?” 

“Sure, thanks Flash. Cool party by the way.”

Flash grinned. “Thanks Parker! See ya around.”

The lights were kaleidoscopic, New Wave music playing, it was a lot and now his suit was wet and cold and there were pretty girls around, and he couldn’t concentrate in one thing. 

Fuck me.

Tuning around as he dodged a group of girls dressed as fairies he clocked eyes with a witch. She was sitting on the couch with other people, Peter wasn’t sure if she was with them or not but the staring sent shivers down his spine. 

She gave him a lipped smile, one he tried to emulate, not succeeding because she dropped her expression. The next thing he knew it was that she disappeared. 

He shook his body to try and get rid of the odd feeling. Finding a beer was easy, what wasn’t easy was held in the need to puke when the warm and obviously outdated beer’s taste hit his tongue. 

Peter sighed, he was tired of this, it hadn’t even been a week with this black cat curse and he was already done, no fight with Electro nor Vulture had done him this wrong. Sloped shoulders and a bitter taste he was ready to go home. 

Exiting the loud house in Brooklyn, Peter’s eyes found the sparkly ones of a witch. 

A new wave of shivers appeared as Season of the Witch played at his back. Spooky as shit.

“Okay, this is worrying me.” He mumbled.

The girl approached him in two long steps. 

“Hello,” you smiled, showing him your pearly white teeth. 

“Um hi?” 

“Sorry to bother you, I saw you in there and if you don’t mind me saying this… you look like shit.” The apple of your cheeks tinted pink. 

Peter scoffed. “Yeah? Well, I didn’t need to hear it because I do indeed feel like shit, so if you excuse me,”

He took a step to the right to make his escape, but you took the exact same side as he did.

Peter scowled.

“I—I don’t want to sound crazy but you do have like a bad aura around you, you know? Like a dark cloud following you, and… okay yeah I’m going to say this with the risk of sounding like an insane person but I promise you I am not—“

Taking a cautious step closer, you were too close for Peter’s liking. On your tiptoes you angled yourself to reach his ear.

“You are cursed.” 

Peter felt his body freeze, his eyes went wide just as goosebumps formed on his skin.

“You… how did you know?” Peter stumbled back a little. 

“As I said, I can see it.” You took a jump back. Your face went back to a soft smirk. “Need help with it?”

Peter looked around, the streets were busy still, it wasn’t even midnight yet.

“You know how to revert it?” 

“Sure thing. It’s a simple spell.” 

“Can you do it now, like chant it or whatever.” 

You scoffed. “Hell no! It’s a bit more complicated than that,” balancing on the balls of your heels you stared at him. Peter was mulling with the possibilities. You were weird as fuck. But he didn’t feel the Peter tingle as it was. He only felt wary. 

You had this cute smile and very bright eyes. If Black Cat couldn’t do anything to help him, why not take his chances and accept the help of an actual witch.

“Are you like a real witch?” He squinted. 

“Yeah.” 

“Fine. What do we need to do?” 

You grinned, joyous. 

“Follow me Peter Parker.” 

Shrugging, you said: “Flash told me.”

“You know Flash?” Well, that was news to him. He never expected him of all people to be close with a witch.

You seemed offended. “Um yes? We take bioengineering together.” 

Peter almost choked on his own saliva. “You go to Empire?”

“Yes, I’ve seen you around, you’re friends with that rich kid that always looks at the rest of us as if we were dirt under his shoe.” 

You couldn’t help but laugh when Peter scrunched his nose. “That sounds like Harry.” 

“Osborn is not always nice to everyone.” 

Peter knew that but Harry wasn’t a bad person he just hadn’t been given the attention he deserved.

“So bioengineering, huh? You’re pretty smart I assume.”

“It helps with the witchcraft thing, believe it or not.” 

Peter could see why. He grabbed his mask a little tighter.

“Oh.” 

Peter heard you say, a second later a car passed by full gas, the puddle of dirty water splashed wetting his legs. 

“You could’ve warned me, you know?” shaking his legs only made the water go down into his converses, wetting his socks. He needed to come up with a water repellent suit.

“Right, sorry. Never seen such a curse before. The grayish hue around you goes purple whenever something is about to happen. It’s kinda awesome.” You grinned.

Why was this woman always so cheery? Peter sighed and continued walking.

“Do you have a name or should I just call you Witch?” 

You chuckled. “I do have a name but Witch is way more fun. And it’s Halloween, it fits.” 

Peter grimaced. What a time to be cursed.

Both hopped on a bus after walking three blocks.

“Are you hungry Peter Parker?” 

His stomach felt like growling. “I could eat.”

“Nice, I’ll order some pizza. It should be there when we arrive.” 

Peter saw you texting. He noticed for once your whole attire. Pointy hat with purple ribbons and tulle decorating it. You had glitter smeared on your cheeks and eyelids. The dress was black tulle as well with a sparkling touch, he wasn’t sure what it was. The tights had black and purple stripes with a nice pair of black Dr Martens. It was like a modern version of the classic Witch costume he’d seen in movies. 

It suited you, what it didn’t match was your always happy features. Peter wondered if you were in fact a witch or just pretended to be one for the sake of the holiday.

“Do you like mushrooms?” You found him staring. Your cheeks went a tone deeper in red.

Peter panicked and looked out the window, far away from you. “They’re fine.”

“Good, I ordered half pepperoni and half mushrooms.” 

Humming, you, witchy girl unlocked, your phone and started to play…

“Sudoku? Really Witch?” Peter grinned, this was so odd to him.

“I like it, it keeps me on my toes.” you giggled.

Unintendedly, Peter kept an eye on the game, finger pointing to one square and mumbled “there has to be a nine.”

The grid sheet sparkled after you pressed the 9 in. “Nice one, Peter Parker.” 

“Just call me Peter.” 

Your eyes locked on his. “But Peter Parker sounds more interesting.” You nudged him, making him laugh. 

“You’re so weird.”

“Thanks.”

•••

Peter sat in the living room. The apartment was simple, it didn’t even feel witchy at all. It smelled fresh and there was some kind of lavender sent around.

“What? Disappointed?” You laughed at his face.

“A little, yes.”

“It’s 2023 Peter Parker. I don’t have cauldrons and a crystal ball.” Your witch hat rested comically on the kitchen counter.

“So what kind of witch are you, then?” Peter spoke with a mouthful, the pizza was incredibly tasty.

“I’m not one kind, I just do what I want to do.” 

Peter nodded. 

“Careful with the—“ 

Peter’s slice of pizza fell on his converses. He thought he’d been clever by not using his spandex lined boots.

“Shit.”

“I tried to tell you.”

He peeled the slice from his black chucks. “Can I get another slice?” 

You pushed the box his way. 

“How did you get cursed?” You asked, nibbling on your lip, the pizza resting on a plate on your lap, untouched.

“Crossed the path of a black cat.” He grunted. “Sounds stupid but it’s what happened.”

“Been there. I’ll fix it, it shouldn’t be hard” 

Peter straightened. “How long is it going to take?” 

You stared at him. Peter could almost see the nuts turning in your brain.

“A few hours, I suppose.” 

“Is it going to hurt?”

“Maybe?”

Peter had multidimensional war flashbacks from Doctor Strange, and the other Peters. Yeah he wasn’t in. “Well, now that I’ve had time to think about it I remember why I don’t do witchcraft. You need to find another way. I’ve had my fair share of that and it was quite the hustle so no Miss Witch I think I’m good.” He gave you a lipped smile.

“Okay… um why don’t you tell me about it, I assure you this is completely different and safe.”

“I’m not legally allowed to talk about it, so…” He shrugged. “Also you said it can hurt. I’m not down for that."

“Ugh fine, Peter Parker, but if you go, the curse won’t go away, you’ll have to live with it.”

Peter looked down, considering all that had happened maybe you were right, it’s not like he hadn’t suffered enough to handle a little magic.

“Fine.”

You got up in a jump, disappearing inside a room. Peter heard rattling and the closing of drawers. He wasn’t sure what to expect so he tried to not think about it. 

After another two slices of what he considered a perfect pizza, Peter put the plate down on the coffee table. The table cracked in two as if some almighty froze had cut it in two with a really sharp invisible blade.

“How the fuck?” He squealed, holding both sides of his face with his hands. This was nonsense. He didn’t even put force. 

“What happened?” You appeared behind him. “Oh… well I needed a new coffee table anyway.” 

You went away humming again. 

“Insane… she is insane.” Mumbling Peter crossed his arms, trying to not touch or breathe too hard, anything could create a domino effect and make the building collapse or something worse. He could die if he forgot how to breathe!

He guessed that wasn’t possible but he was not going to risk it.

The skin on his back felt sticky but he didn’t dare to move. After a moment you cleared your throat to announce yourself.

“So Peter Parker, I’m going to ask you a few questions…. It's protocol only.” 

Sitting down at his feet, you flipped a few pages, grabbed a pink sparkly gel pen and wrote down in pretty cursive calligraphy. 

Peter Parker. 

Cursed by crossing paths with a black cat :(

“You do this often or-“ he asked.

“Nah, but it’s nice to document these things, who knows when I will need the information.” You beamed, clearly excited by the whole situation.

“Sure,”

“So, have you been cursed before?” blinking, you waited for a response.

Peter wasn’t sure if his Spider-Man issues were a curse, sometimes it felt like that to be honest.

“Not that I’ve been aware of.” He leaned back on the couch. 

“Have you killed people in the past?”

His face contorted, now that was a hard question.

“It’s… um not voluntarily… I mean no, of course no” he let out a pretty fake laugh. “But I saw my uncle die and my… my girlfriend too.” 

Your face dropped. “Sorry about that.”

He half shrugged, looking the other way, he was not going to cry in front of a witch, this was humiliation enough.

“Er, next question. Do you have allergies?” 

“No.”

“Experienced dizziness, or a rush of adrenaline in the past forty-eight hours?” 

Peter squinted, these were very specific questions. “ Yeah, but what does that have to do with the curse?”

You shrugged. “See if there are side effects.” 

“The adrenaline thing isn’t for the curse… I have a stressful job.”

“That responds the next question… so how long has it been since you got cursed?” your head rested on your palm, you reminded him of that one therapist aunt May forced him to go see a few years ago.

“Three days, maybe four.” 

“Hmmm, interesting.” 

“Why?”

“Hmm? Oh well, cats don’t just go out crossing people’s paths like that. Most times they have a reason. Have you wronged a cat in your life?” your knee going up and down nonstop, Peter noticed the nervous thick. He had several.

Felicia could count as a cat but she had wronged him more than he had her.

“No.” He scoffed. 

“Ok, didn’t want to offend you.”

Peter let out a breathy laugh, this was the craziest shit that he had experienced and he had gone through a lot of fucked up shit in his life.

“Please come with me.” 

You stood up with a graceful jump. Dress puffing with air. Peter stared at your hand extended to him. The moment he took it there was this tingly feeling that crossed his whole body. 

You grinned. He glared.

The room you got in was pitch black, a breeze came from somewhere, it smelled like incense. With the snap of your fingers a yellow hue covered the room which was not more than 80 square feet, seemed to be a closet.

Three candles were floating, Harry Potter style. His hand went over the flame no wire attached to them.

“Am I hallucinating already?” He said. Hand now going under the candle he was in awe.

“Nope, we haven’t started yet.” You chuckled. “And those are totally real. It’s a very easy spell.” You said proudly.

“Cool,”

“Sit on the floor.” You demanded, Peter obeyed.

With a bright pink dust, you painted a circle and a bunch of indecipherable symbols that Peter preferred not to know what they meant. Instead he focused on you; your smooth hands tracing patterns as if it was second nature. Your lips were tuned slightly upwards, it was obvious how this made you feel. Peter felt his own lips curving. 

Hmm… he frowned, that was not right. But his mind was taking over, your long lashes with specs of glitter resting on them. Hair, shiny and soft looking. Peter kind of wanted to brush it to the side with his fingers. Shaking his head he couldn’t be thinking such things, he didn’t even know your name. And you were a witch!

And you are a fucking Spider-Man, chill the fuck out Parker.

Great! He was going insane now.

Snapping your fingers, music started to sound. 

“Is that Fiona Apple?” Peter asked, throwing her a quick glance,

“Yes! She gives off the right vibe for this.” Your sly smirk made Peter’s stomach flip.

Oh no.

Squaring down, to be on eye level with him, he caught the very faint scent of cherry. 

“I’m going to give you tea, It’s going to make you a little dizzy and jittery.” Extending your palm, you showed him two little rocks. 

“What’s that for?” Peter took them either way. 

Your index finger pointed to a clear looking crystal. “That’s clear quartz, it clears the mind, attracts positivity and repels negativity. The orange one it’s citrine for positive mood, clarity and focus.” 

His chocolate eyes never left yours, for the first time the whole night your smile quivered. You needed to gain some distance. You stood up quickly.

“Whatever happens, don’t let them go. And you have to have them around until the next new moon. Understood?”

Peter sighed, whatever helps him get over this. “Got it.”

You opened a book with a crimson hard cover. A sage green cup rested on the wooden table in front of you. Your back facing Peter, he let the little crystals roll on his palm as he heard Fiona Apple’s voice mixing with the cooing spell you were casting. Words he had never heard got whispered inside the cup, the energy in the room changed in a second, the yellow hue became brighter. 

Peter’s body shivered when you went back kneeling before him.

“Drink this, you have to close your eyes and don’t open them until I say so, okay Peter Parker?”

Peter nodded, gulping as he took the cup. It was warm to the touch. The liquid inside looked like any other tea aunt May had made him before, a little cloudy but it had a nice smell.

“I added a little honey and it’s spearmint flavored.” You chirped. 

“How many times have you said you have done this?” Peter was really curious, it came pretty natural to you. 

“Oh this is the first time, but I’m sure it’ll go almost perfect.” 

“Jesus, that’s just what one would like to hear in these situations.”

“Come on Peter Parker, this is fun!” 

“Cheers, I guess.” 

Peter drank the whole thing in one go and the taste was surprisingly good.

He sat there waiting for something to feel different but nothing changed. 

“How you feeling?” You asked, looking him in the eye.

“Should I be feeling weird?” he replied, trying to pay attention to his body. Everything was the same. He opened his eyes.

“Shit, you are supposed to be experiencing something by now. And you drank the whole thing,” you stomped your foot on the floor. “I did everything the book said.” 

Quickly, you went back to the book to check the spell as if it was a recipe. 

“Sorry to disappoint.” Peter sighed. “Hey um, this is going to sound weird, but, would you like to… I don’t know, like go for coffee one of these days?” your eyes went wide, big as saucers hearing him ask. “Or not… I mean I was just suggesting.”

“Don’t move Peter Parker.” You squinted, Peter felt something on his arm. 

“You opened your eyes!” She squealed. 

A spider, the same spider that bit him years ago was walking up his arm, then there was another and another, all of them crawling upwards.

“Holy fucking shit.” Horror stained his voice. But Peter couldn’t move. He didn’t know if he was able to feel his body.

“You are Spider-Man for fucks sake keep it together” you cried. “Told you to keep them closed."

In a swift move you grabbed a few vials filled with dust in different colors. Peter was wide eyed, gawking, unmoving about to have a heart attack.

“I can’t move, help!” his voice high pitched. 

“Shut up Peter Parker, I’m trying to think!” 

A marble mortar plopped on the table, a mix of colors and sparks flashed across your face. 

“Sorry for what’s next but you can’t move and I’m not in position to kill our city’s hero.”

Grabbing the dust on the mortar, you put the bright blue dust on your lips as you fell on your knees in front of Peter. Careful not to ruin the pentagram.

Leaning forward you said,

“The spider you see is just in your mind, you are hallucinating for real this time, that’s why i told you to not open your eyes. Wish things were different but this is it, Peter Parker.”

“What?” 

“Good luck.”

You clashed your lips with his. In a second Peter felt his whole body tingle, like he was having a serious case of pins and needles. Involuntarily his palm went up to rest on your cheek. Warm and soft. Cherry scent, and blueberry taste. His eyes fluttered shut as he kissed you, the crazy girl he met a few hours ago at the halloween party.

A sharp turn. Just like when you twirl in one spot until you feel the whole room shake and you are in that state of happy dizziness. Peter felt like that and he kind of enjoyed it. 

When the motion stopped fully he opened his eyes. Blinking he reincorporated, he didn’t know he had been lying down this whole time. 

Spider-Man’s spandex suit still plastered on his torso just that the room was not the tiny room he had been in. 

“Peter?” 

“Aunt May?” 

“Breakfast is ready!” 

Peter rested on his elbows, he was in his room in Queens. He was in Brooklyn just a second ago. And, why was he even here? His apartment was in Manhattan. 

Shaking his head he peeled the tight suit off, his body complained, a common thing by now. Taking a quick shower he saw the water run down the drain, little hints of bright blue in them. He shook his head, migraine settling behind his eyes.

“I had no idea you were staying the weekend Peter, you always let me know.” May dried her hands in the kitchen cloth as she looked at him with fond eyes. “You scared the hell living out of me last night when I heard you in your room.”

Peter frowned, he didn’t remember how he got in, he wasn’t even sure what happened after he saw Flash at the party. Late that night he found two shiny bits of crystal on his bed. His mind screamed at him to keep them near.

Until the new moon, right?

Glimpses of what felt like dreams were trying to tell him something, most days Peter woke up with the feeling that he had forgotten something but he pushed it aside, there wasn’t much time to think of Peter problems when there were Spider-Man real problems. 

It took him six days to notice his bad luck had disappeared, he felt lighter than ever, he even got a rise at his job which was hard to believe. Cat hadn’t been involved in trouble and Peter didn’t need patching or stitches for the week, he was doing amazing.

One night during patrol. He was sitting on a building in Brooklyn, there had been a fire two blocks down, no one had been injured so Peter left the scene before the police arrived. Now his legs hung on the edge of the six story building. Phone in hand. Flash posted the party’s photos, he laughed at one where a group of guys dressed as the one and only Pitbull were carrying Flash as he threw pumpkins shaped confetti in the air. Flash knew how to have a good time, Pete gave him that. 

The next photo was one where he could see himself at the back, he barely noticed it was him, the spandex gave him away. But what caught his attention was the pointy hat, purple ribbons floating. His heart increased its pace. 

•••

Flash was doing some drills at Empire’s gym. Sweaty and all, he greeted Peter with a hug and a laugh.

“Pete, you left too early the other day!” 

Peter’s cheek went warm. “Sorry, yeah I wasn’t feeling well.”

“No problem. You want to play? For the good ol’ days.” Flash chuckled.

Peter remembered high school as if it was yesterday.

“I have class in like twenty minutes, but next time. I was just wondering if you knew the name of this girl I met at your party.”

Flash smirked, nudging Peter on the ribs. “I see why you weren’t feeling well huh? Parker.” 

Peter scratched his neck, this was so awkward, he didn’t even know the girl.

“What she looked like?” 

Peter’s image of you was very vague, he remembered the costume, but nothing else really.

“You have an idea how many girls dressed like that were at the party? I need more intel Parker.” 

Peter closed his eyes for a second. “She- um she said you were taking bioengineering together,” 

Flash huffed, making the basketball bounce. “I’m not taking bioengineering, Peter. Don’t think girls take that class anyway… trust me I’d remember.” He winked.

“Really? Because she was very sure of it.” He laughed, out of pure agony.

Have you been like a dream or something?

“I think someone made you look like a fool Pete. But there’s always more girls.”

“Right, no, you’re right. Um, I’m going to get going. See you later man.”

“Take care Parker!” 

Making his way back home, Peter kicked a can with all the force he managed, it landed inside a trash can. He blinked, shit that was quite lucky. He felt not so lucky when there was no space in the subway to even move your legs, at least it was warm in there, the November wind was getting tougher by the day. Headphones on, he put the music in shuffle. 

In starlit night I saw you

So cruel you kissed me

your lips a magic world

Leaning on the cold metallic tube in front of the doors, he sighed looking at his converse. He needed to give them a wash, those ketchup stains were not making it look any better. His fingers went to his eyes, scratching the corners of them, he could sleep right there if he was sure no one would steal his phone but instead he concentrated on his surroundings. Phone screens shining, Instagram posts passing rapidly, text messages getting deleted and retyped, sudoku grid…

Sudoku grid?

His stomach churned. He had these images like photos archived in his brain. He remembered the sudoku grid, the number 9 for some reason, mushrooms, pink dust, floating candles, a green mug, and a smile. That smile had haunted his dreams for days now.

The owner of the phone had a bright yellow coat. Peter froze just creepily staring at the person.

Next stop was a commotion, people going out, some more coming in. Peter lost yellow coat for a moment only to see it going out with the sea of people.

“Hey!" he shouted. Desperation in his voice. “Yellow coat!” 

Only feet away now, he saw the person go up the stairs. His heart hammering against his ribcage, what was this, why was he so anxious for the person to turn?

Crossing a busy street, he took his earphones off, seeing for one last time yellow coat get into a taxi, mixing in the traffic. 

Peter sometimes really thought he was the most intelligent person in the world. He decided to follow the taxi, this time in Spider-Man clothes. Web shooters full and ready, cold wind wasn’t even a bother, he had perfected the suit to be warmer on winter days. 

Swinging up to Brooklyn’s bridge had been easy, the problem being on which of all the taxis he saw was yellow coat in. 

Running and shooting webs caused lots of honking and almost made a man crash his car thanks to the little kid trying to come off the window to say hello to him.

“Sorry!” He apologized, as he flew by. 

Last taxi entering Brooklyn was his only chance, this better be it. As he plopped as softly as he could on the roof of the car, he bent over to take a peek on the backseat windows. 

He grinned under the mask. Knocking on the window he saw shiny hair flick, and sparkly eyes connected with his white buggy ones. Waving a hand at you, your eyes went wide. In a flash everything came back to him.

The curse, how you feed him and basically cured his bad luck with a blueberry flavored kiss.

Stealing his heart with that, it was absurd yet magical, Peter wasn’t surprised no more with what happened in his daily life.

“Roll the window down?” He made the motion for you to do so.

For a brief second Peter thought you were not doing it, but you did, wind made your hair dance and oh Peter’s heart shivered with joy.

“Witch!” He greeted, still looking at you upside down.

“Peter Pa- Spider-Man!” you smiled, in awe.

The taxi driver rolled his window down too. “Dickhead, get the fuck down of my car!” 

“Just drop me in the next block.” You said, throwing the man some money.

Peter jumped off the car just as the taxi slowed down. 

“Freaks!” The man shouted at them, his middle finger sticking out the window as his goodbye.

“Thank you kind sir!” Peter saluted him.

You snorted by his side. Pivoting on his heels, it took him a second to take it all in. 

“You disappeared,”

“I didn’t disappear, I helped you get home Peter Parker.” You grinned. Oh that smile, Peter wanted to squeeze your cheeks.

“Um, no, that’s not what happened. I was lying in your room, and then you kissed me and then I woke up at my aunt’s? For a moment I thought I was losing my mind.”

You were staring at him amused. “It was fun, right? I know I had a lot of fun that night.” 

“Don't be mean.” Peter’s hand flew to his chest, as if he had been hurt for real. “I even asked Flash about you, and you lied, you never went to Empire.” Hands flying in the air, as he spoke.

“First of all. I do go to Empire, Flash is just not a very observant person.”

“Right, so tell me why you did all this?”

"I had to fix it okay!” Your eyes locked on your shoes. 

“Spider-Man hi!!” A group of teenagers waved their hands at them on the other side of the street.

“Hello, guys!” He had to be kind to the fans, being the beloved neighborhood hero wasn’t an easy task after all. “Have a good day.”

“You are the shit bro!” One of them shouted back.

“Do you mind if we talk somewhere more private?” Peter said through gritted teeth.

You bit the inside of your cheek to not laugh. “Ok.”

Peter took the opportunity to grab you by the waist, in a fast and smooth motion he was flying through Brooklyn.

“This is not what I had in mind.” You squealed against his spandex covered neck, he felt your breath hot on his skin. 

“Oh you owe me, this is the least you can do for me Witch.” 

Peter wowed as they moved between buildings. Landing on the roof of an old cinema. The neon lights casting pretty shadows against your face and the suit’s texture became alive. He took the mask off to reveal the sweetest of smiles. Cheeks rosy.

“What can we do about this?” He asked, arms spread wide, he was falling for someone who he barely knew.

You hid your hands inside your coat, wind biting on your skin harshly. 

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this.”

Peter sighed. “How was it supposed to go? You said you had to fix it, what do you mean by that?”

Why were Peter’s eyes so pretty, his face was a mix of pain and hope, your stomach felt funny again. It had been like that since you first saw him. A month ago.

A blue moon was something you always enjoyed. Making moon water, charging crystals, manifesting and writing spells. 

But Orion, your black cat had been angsty for days now, he always was like that during full moons. He destroyed your quilt, the one to knit together with so much effort. So you let him out.

“Get out! If you could, I’d make you fix this to make me happy!” The window closed with a thud and poor Orion blended in with the night.

After trying to fix it but failing with the quilt you felt guilty. Orion was simply trying to let that energy out, and you took it against the poor thing. After much thinking you decided to go out looking for him. Orion’s name got pronounced several times until you saw him crossing the street a little ahead of you, it was three in the morning. Cars weren’t even passing, the world was still, sirens and honks chimed far away. 

Orion locked eyes with you for a moment. And you knew this was a bit of a dare to him, squatting down you tried to prod the cat to go to you, but Orion only sat in the middle of the sidewalk, liking his paw almost making fun of you. One step closer was what set him off running again. Just in time for Spider-Man to pass walking; half mask up munching on what seemed to be a burrito, mustard on the corner of his mouth, he came to a halt when the cat crossed his path. You saw Spider-Man gulp. 

A moment later his burrito fell flat on the pavement. You knew what this was about, you shut your eyes, cursing Orion under your breath, when you opened them Spider-Man was gone. 

“So you knew I was Spider-Man all along?” Peter scoffed. “You are full of secrets witch.”

“I knew I even said it to you when you were freaking out. Half of the spell had to do with me doing the ritual and half of it was you believing it would work, you still opened those damn pretty eyes.”

Peter kicked a tiny rock off the roof. “So you think I have pretty eyes?” he heard you laugh. 

“You do Peter Parker.”

He blushed deeper. “ So what I felt when you… kissed me was just part of the spell?” 

The disappointment in his voice made your heart jump. “It wasn’t about feelings, Peter Parker, it was just a spell to fix your bad luck. Whatever you felt, that’s on you.”

“Hmm,” he took a step closer, scratching his neck. “I was being serious when I asked you out for coffee.”

“I know.”

Peter smirked. “You like making me suffer, I see how it is.” He laughed, making a full twirl.

The grin on your lips couldn’t be held. “It’s funny to see you all embarrassed.” 

“Jesus… okay so, coffee this Saturday?” His ears were bright red.

“Sounds good to me.” 

“Great.” Another step closer. “Don’t bring your cat, I beg.” 

“I won’t.” 

“Good, because I’m feeling pretty lucky as it is.” His lips ghosted over yours.

On your tiptoes you connected your lips with his cold but soft ones. Both smiling and chuckling. 

“This is even better than the last one.”

“Yeah because you were freaking out about spiders, Spider-Man.” you mumbled, Peter brushed the hairs that floated in your face, he needed a clear path.

“I think I prefer it when you call me Peter Parker.”

Peter kissed the tip of your nose, and you finally let him know your name. He beamed as he repeated it.

“That sounds about right.”

A meow was heard and Peter groaned, forehead connection to yours.

“He won’t do it again. I promise, it was just a blue moon thing.”

You saw his eyes traveling all over your face. “I think I can get used to getting cursed.”

Orion meowed again, rubbing its little black fur against Peter’s leg. 

“Hey pal.” Peter said, patting the cat sweetly.

You snorted. “You’re weird Peter Parker.”

“Thank you.” 

Maybe after all Orion did something that made you happier than a badly knitted quilt.  

Peter found the whole term of black cat curse drastically different, they weren’t about bad luck after all. 

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[noellie-writes217]

Proposition (Pt 1)

Pairing: mcu!spiderman x blackcat

Warnings: post nwh, lonely Peter Parker, alterations to canon comics, mature themes, violence, mentions of death, maybe smut? Minors dni

Summary: after infiltrating the avengers records, Felicia finds out Spider-Man’s identity after the memory wipe, and offers to help him in exchange for…

“Fucking hell!” Peter groans as he enters his apartment through the window. He crawls over to his freezer to get something to use as an ice pack. He sets it on the counter and shoots a web to turn on the light and pulls off his mask with a sigh. He flinches once he hears an unfamiliar voice. “You know you really should think about getting a better lock for your door… or at least a deadbolt. It was way too easy to get in here.”

The Intruder was a woman with white hair in all black. She had a mask on (which barely concealed anything— in Peter’s opinion at least).

“Who the hell are you?” As she stood up he shot a web at one hand to keep her where she sat but it ricocheted and got his hand on the fridge. “Struggling with your webs, Parker?” He clenched his jaw.

“Just the only person who really knows who you are… but don’t worry; I won’t tell.” She walked to him and slid one finger along his jawline.

“What do you want?” She spun around to grab the pack of frozen vegetables and wrapped it in a towel, afterwards turning to get a rag and running it under cold water. “How do you know where everything is?” Peter asked. She shrugs, “I’ve been here for a while, a few porn videos worth- not that I’ve been watching porn! That would be totally unladylike.” She starts to ramble, admittedly, Peter thinks it’s cute.

She shakes her head and gets back to what she was originally talking about, “That’s not why I came here— look, I know who you are. Peter Parker: attended Midtown High, orphaned and raised by his aunt May who recently passed— my condolences, by the way, she seemed amazing— you also are extremely intelligent, inventive, kinda nerdy, thinks of classic movies as old, mentored by Tony Stark, asked to join the Avengers at only 15– somehow Tony wasn’t charged with child endangerment— but refused the offer, you’re also the primary reason Tony Stark agreed to help the Avengers ‘unblip’ everyone, but most importantly: you are Spiderman.”

Peter’s mind spins, “how do you know that?” Strange casted the spell only a few months ago, but there’s no way she could have figured out his identity that quickly. “Does that really matter?” She tilts her chin. “Yes!”

Peter runs his had through his hair with a sigh, “Sorry… I just… How do you know who I am?”

She straightened out her hoodie, “I hacks into the Avengers secret files. And I’m not a bad guy…” she sighs.

“Could’ve fooled me.” Peter scoffs and puts the bag of frozen peas on his brow.

The girl hesitates, “Please Peter, I need your help.”

“You gotta funny way of showing it.”

“Desperate times.”

“Why are you so desperate?” Peter pulls a beer from his fridge. No, he’s 21, but the guy he got the fake ID from was perfectly willing to give him one in exchange for an autograph from Spider-Man for his kid.

“Aren’t you 18— never mind,” she starts, “I want you to put my dad in jail.” At that, Peter nearly spits out his beer.

“And why should I do that?” He asks as he sits at his table with the girl quickly following.

“Because he’s a criminal!” She pleads. “His name is Walter Hardy and he’s not a pleasant guy. He’s a burglar.”

Peter looks her up and down skeptically, “I suspect the apple doesn’t fall far?”

The girl groans, “Peter, please! I can’t keep living with him! If he makes me hack into one more security system I might die— or worse— I won’t be able to graduate!”

“How old are you?”

“I’m supposed to graduate high school this year, and I’ve been saving up for college but if he finds out he’ll take it from me! Please!”

Peter remembers that desperation to get to college, all the work it takes to save up— and he knows what it’s like for all the hard work to be worthless. So he’s thinking about it. “What did you say your name was?”

“Felicia.”

“Alright, Felicia Hardy. Why haven’t you called the police?”

She rolls her eyes, “The police have been after him for years— at least since my mom went back to Russia… or England— I’m not sure where she ran to, but that’s besides the point.” She tangents quite a bit, Peter notices.

“Your mom left?”

Felicia nods, “During the blip. I started learning to code and Dad got the bright idea to use my newfound skill to break into the Starks’. Mom said that was the last straw and left. But I guess she forgot about me or something…” It’s silent for a moment. “I was 15.”

This girl and Peter had led two very different lives. Hers was full of lies and red since she was young; and even though Peter was an orphan, before and after his parents death he always had someone there for him to help him out.

“Please just think about it. I’ll do anything.” She begs with her hands together.

Peter just takes another sip of beer. He still thinks beer is absolutely disgusting but he’s not gonna let his face show that.

“I can’t make you a new suit— one that doesn’t get ripped up so easily, o-or give you leads on over criminals— like scorpion! Or Jackel, or Rhino, or—”

“Or some other animal?”

“Peter, please.” She grabs her bag and pulls out a ripped piece of paper with a phone number scribbled on it and some cash and puts them on the table. “Just think about it.” And with that, she gets up to leave.

“I’m not gonna do it for money!” Peter calls out as she opens the door

“It’s not for that, it’s for you to buy a deadbolt.” She winks before shutting the door behind her.

Peter goes to lock the door and uses his web shooter to seal it shut before grabbing his glasses, one of the few things that survived Goblin’s attacks.

“Edith?”

“Hello Peter. How can I help you today?” Edith asks.

“Give any information you have on Walter Hardy.”

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[automaticpeanutauthorbailiff]

FANCAST FELICIA HARDY AKA BLACK CAT

Tati Gabriele

27 year old /nort-american /1,70 height. I I know her work in The 100 and I can say that she HAS presence, for the little screen time she received she shone!! In the world of Sabrina then? Editable, photogrammable, Instagrammable simply if she became a confident archetype I wouldn't be surprised, the siren eyes bro.....in conclusion she has a feline soul

Ester Exposito

23 years old /spanish /1,66height. I believe that in terms of physical features, she is more similar to Felicia from the first/current comics, her body and sensuality may have enchanted fans on Netflix's Elite but her dubious personality certainly won hearts, seriously, who hasn't seen this girl in their feed? is the type that people want to be, girls envy her and men want her bla bla bla well Felicia vibes, a mean girl paty who is much more than that, her performance is not limited to mean girl or material girl and in HBO's Venus showed me that she is not a vanilla actress, so I believe she would easily navigate the gray ambiguity of the Marvel anti-hero universe

Sydney Sweeney 26 years old/nort-american/1,61 height

Everything Sucks a timeless landmark ,The Handmaid's Tale unspeakable,Cassey it was a spectacle, but I know she can be more than the hot and unstable blonde and I think she's eager for a role that doesn't portray her like that, Felicia is about feminine confidence and self-acceptance/self-esteem above all, like a Barbie written by the director of Openhaimer. I saw some edits of her with Tom's Spider-Man and I think she best suits his universe and I confess that I'm dying to glimpse their chemistry

Its gonna have more of them ,this is only part 1

Please tell more who could plays miss HardyParker

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[fcknstar]

,, shit affair "

-harryosborn x bc!reader x spiderman/p.p

a.n : this is a black cat reader shot, and it took like 3 days for me to finish this cause i was like so unmotivated in between writing this. i really really didnt know how to title this so yea.

warnings : manipulation ig? , using someone?

**lowercase intended**

being harrys assistant and having a secret affair with him is one thing, but being black cat is another. harry knew your identity, well because he was the one that 'made' you. it was when a test induced by kingpin that gave you psionic, feline-based powers and such. harry trusted you, trusted that youd never have the heart to turn you back on him. because if you ever do, he would gladly remind you who you belong to, remind you where you are in life. harry had mainly given you such capabilities because he wanted you to do tasks for him. cliche isnt it? 

in broad daylight, you were you, an innocent assistant. but when the night comes alive, thats when the black cat comes out to play. you often help criminals steal valuable items, steal items for yourself and harry or steal to just dispose them later on. you were doing this to attract the attention of spiderman. harry wanted you to hold spiderman captive after he disagreed to give harry his blood. despite understanding why spiderman chose to do that, you had to please harry. 

for the past few days, spiderman have been on the lookout for black cat. the only reason he patrolled every night is to see you. harry was sure that youd never fall out of love with him, and stay loyal. thankfully you didnt. but to his luck spiderman started growing fond of black cat and her sarcastic remarks. you went out at night as black cat, trying to find spiderman not knowing he is hot on your tail. before you could get any further, he grabbed your wrist pulled you towards his chest. 

" you look lost, kitty " spiderman chukled as he let you go. 

" whyd you disappear all of the sudden, huh? " spiderman advanced towards you, wanting an explanation out of you. 

" why, miss me already bug boy? " you teased. everything was going to plan. you luring him in with the right amount of tease will just get him wrapped around your finger. 

spiderman seemed pleased with your nickname. " woah, i didn't know we were that close " despite the mask covering his face, you could feel the smile that was on his face. 

you werent too far from oscorp, so itd be easy. you just needed to 'steal' something from oscorp, knowing damn well spiderman will be there to follow you like a lost puppy. 

" but yes, i did miss you. " spiderman took your wrist and pulled you towards him when you tried to walk away from him. 

" hm, charming. its a shame i wouldn't be able to see the man under that god damn mask. " you pouted. spiderman sighed. " yea well, i would love to show you every part of me, but i cant. how about we go somewhere private, hm? " that only confirmed your question, spiderman did have something for you. 

" i would love to accept such a generous offer, but i have to go get something, bug boy " spiderman has already let go of you, allowing you to go and run towards oscorp. jumping from building to building gave you some type of adrenaline rush which you loved dearly. harry was currently hiding in the room full of his experiments and equipments, patiently waiting for you and spiderman to show up. 

when your boots clacked through the floors of the empty lobby of oscorp, spiderman asked. 

" why are we here? " he felt uneasy knowing that you were about to steal something from his best friends company. 

" like i told you, im here for something. i mean you can be a good boy and save yourself. " you replied. you knew spiderman too well. even if you were about to steal the most valuable painting, he'll still be with you no matter what. 

and you were right once again, spiderman was still with you. smiling to yourself, you prepared to bring him to the room where harry is in. the only reason why harry is there is to lock the door when you couldn't. basically, harry is there as a back up.

when you stepped foot into the room, you could sense the familiar gaze of your partner. 

" you are going to steal a, i dont know, a venom? " spidermans voice alerted harry. 

" yea well, dont question my desire okay? i heard the ceo here is really hot, maybe if i took something of his, he would probably go find me and you know.. " you laughed, knowing harry heard it. grabbing the jar of venom, spiderman grabbed your wrist. 

" you done? " 

" why, whats wrong? are you scared? " you teased. 

" uh maybe? i mean we are in oscorp, you stealing stuff with me by your side. doesnt that sound weird? " spiderman chuckles nervously. it was out of his behavior to act this way. 

placing the jar back onto the desk next to the containment, you pushed spiderman down onto the desk. 

" tsk tsk, youll be safe okay? " as your hand slowly grabbed the rope underneath the desk, you slowly leaned in. knowing spiderman too, leaned in, you quickly pulled away and wrapped spiderman with the rope.

" w-what are you doing? kitty? " spiderman tried to wiggle out of the rope. 

" im sorry bug boy. " thats when harry showed himself. peters eyes widened beneath the mask. he should have known.

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[therogue704]

Thank you to @jely-bely for feeding my halicia obsession with this commision

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[hellsburners]

time's wasting, tick-tocking, lip locking

summary: spider-man meets an unlikely friend(or foe) to help him retrieve an important package. pairing: tasm!peter parker x male reader word count: 1.8k warnings: fluff, suggestive stuff, black cat reader, light smut, they're not friends sorta enemies if you think about it. a/n: a request from an anon! btw you could end it to a certain part if you just want the banter and the fluff but yall this is a hellsburners production we're serving smut here

masterlist | more peter parker

The air was quite chilly atop this building, the spandex not warming his body. Spider-man rubbed his gloved hands together for some heat, his legs bent over the ledge of the building, his eyes scanning the dock below. Twenty-four men loading wooden crates into shipping containers with the words Roxxon Energy Corp.

He swung down behind a shipping crate, crawling to the top unbeknownst to the men. His webs thwip across the snowy dock, disarming three men. Their bodies bonded together, and their mouths shut. He swings again, landing next to four other men, their rifles pointing at him.

Peter webs for two opposite poles and slingshots himself to the men, kicking one over while disarming the others; more men come rushing with baseball bats and crowbars. They try to hit Peter, his senses blazing from each attack; he ducks and avoids each blow, pulling on a few webs to tie them up.

Five more men come from inside the shipping container, loaded with pistols and rifles, but before they can come out, a small silver ball rolls from the top of the container, falling down and releasing white smoke.

Peter could hear the men choke and cough as a figure came down and took them individually. He did the same, taking the moment when the men were disarmed to land a few kicks and punches, leaving them unconscious.

He runs to the shipping container as the smoke wears off. The crates were ripped open with bear-like claw marks, the contents of the boxes now gone. He hears footsteps from his far left, the shadowy figure creeping against the moonlight. Peter webs his way to run after it. The cold slowed him down, his feet much heavier and his hands numb.

He shoots a web that lands on the figure's back. He turns to a man wearing a black coat with white fur on the hood and its sleeves. He sees your face, black-masked, dark hair with streaks of silver, a black satchel wrapped around your shoulder. The Black Cat.

You gave him a wink before falling back on the ledge of the building. Peter jumps, finding you at the bottom, waiting for him. He webs down slowly, landing on his feet. Your back against a wall, your clawed fingers wrapped around the clear vial with silvery-purple liquid.

"Need this?" you said, vapor appearing from your lips. "Nice to see you again, Spider."

"I would say the same, but I don't share the sentiment," he said, walking towards you. "Can we skip the small talk and give me that vial?"

"Ooh, you know it's not that easy," you said, putting the vial back in your bag. "Besides, don't you miss me?" you pout.

"I—no!" Peter said, his voice erratic. "Shame," you smirked, dropping another smoke bomb before disappearing from his sight.

"Hey!" he screamed. You were ahead a few blocks. He swung across a few other buildings and tried to chase you down. You grappled down a busy street, your coat blending in with civilians in their winter clothes. "Fuck," he sighed. "Lucky me, I've been trying to test these out," he said, taking his phone out to see the red dot on the city map, a tracker placed on your back when he ran after you.

He traced you down, riding a black car heading out of the city. Peter reloaded his web-shooters and braced for the trip. He swung from building to building until he landed on a truck heading in the same direction. His joints started to stiffen, his nape cold and aching.

You entered a safe house on the city's outskirts, a brutalist bare building with a white car parked outside. Peter found you dealing with—Richard Fisk, the Kingpin's son, calls himself The Rose. You hand him the bag of vials. You await payment before his men point their guns at you. Peter knows you. This isn't something you could run away from easily. Fisk turns away and leaves in his white car, leaving you with six men with loaded guns.

Peter jumps down to your aid, unarming two men before landing a solid blow on the others. You take this moment to kick the other man right across his face. He saw you move with grace and agility, your gymnast background aiding your fight.

The men all ended up unconscious on the pavement. Blood drips down your lips, and no one gets away with scamming you. "So, was it worth it?" Spider-man said.

"Don't piss me off," you said, rubbing the back of your hand against your bloodied lip. "This never happens."

"Well, it just did," he said. "That vial could've helped me to take them down, but now they have it!"

"I'm not a hero, Spider," you snickered. "I don't do this for good. I do this so I can live," you walked towards the door, the metal ice cold. You try to slide the entrance to the side, but the gate does not budge. You snarled, trying to pull it back. "Shit, I think it's stuck."

"What?" Peter said. "Let me see," he tried to do the same, but the door still didn't budge despite his strength. "Fuck, they must've closed us off—the snow isn't helping either." Peter punched the door in anger, leaving a giant dent.

"There must be another exit—or a window," you said. The room slowly turned colder. You tried to wrap your fur coat around your body, your breath leaving hot vapor. Loud bangs from Peter's fists filled the room, but the door never moved.

"I checked before coming in. There isn't one," Peter took off his mark, panting while vapor left his lips. You looked at him. He was older since you last met, the circles under his eyes darker, his face riddled with stubble, his hair longer and messier. The cold fogged your goggles up, so you took them off and left them on a table nearby.

The two of you rummaged all over the safe house, looking for materials to use or food and other things. Peter found an old lab coat to wrap himself with, and you found a box of canned tuna, some old crackers—and one sleeping bag.

Peter tried his cell, but there was no signal. "We're going to be here for a while," you said. "Shouldn't we bundle up and stay warm, like old times."

"Not happening," Peter said, shivering under his breath.

"Your loss," you ripped a claw on the box of biscuits and took a bite. "Ugh, it's stale."

Hours passed with Peter running around the safe house, looking for an exit. On the other hand, you lay on the sleeping bag with your hands behind your head. You took a file from your pocket and filed your claws into peak sharpness. Peter sighed under his breath every time he passed by you. "You're a pain in the ass, Cat."

"From what I remember, you gave me a pain in the ass, Spider," you chuckled. "Kidding, it wasn't all pain."

"I'm fucking freezing," Peter said, rubbing his body to make some heat.

"I told you we should bundle up," you said. "Plus, it's getting late, and I'm sleepy."

Peter rolled his eyes and joined you in the sleeping bag. The two of you were wrapped like a burrito, his face too close to yours. His brown eyes stared intently, his long lashes batting at you. You wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him closer. His eyes widened, and a soft moan left his lips. "Wrap your arms around me, too," you said. His large arms snaked around you, creating heat.

"Wood sage and Sea salt?" you whispered, smelling his neck. He chuckled and nodded. "I missed you, Spider. Honestly,"

"I missed you too," he said, his voice stern. "Where did you go, Cat?"

"Tried to live a normal life, it didn't end well for me," your gaze trailed away from his eyes, your hand finding his soft brown hair. "I guess this is me forever, running and stealing."

"It doesn't have to be like that. You could work with me, and we could be good," Peter said, his palms rubbing your lower back. "Live with me."

"I'll think about it," you said, your hands falling to his cheeks. It was warm against his cold skin. You inched closer, pressing your lips to his. You closed your eyes and delved deeper into the kiss. His hand snaked underneath your clothes, cold fingertips against your bare skin. You wrapped your thigh around his, his knee hitting your center. The two of you moaned from the kiss, hands searching each other's bodies.

You straddled Peter's waist rubbing your ass on his growing erection. His hands wrapped around your ass, pulling you closer. He whimpers on your lips, shaking from the pleasure and the cold. "Cat—" he moaned. You pepper his neck with kisses, licking and sucking, leaving red marks.

He pulls you back to the kiss, his arms hugging you tighter as his sex rubs on your ass. He rubs against you, moaning and whimpering while you moan from his tight embrace. He grips your waist, fingers digging into your skin. "Fuck—Spider, you good?" you gasped.

"I missed you, and I need you," he said. "Please be with me. I'll take care of you, protect you," his eyes stared at yours. "You won't run ever again."

"I'll think about it," you said again, an ache forming in your chest. Knowing it will never be normal with him.

"Fuck–I'm close," he moaned.

You pulled him in for a last kiss for a long while. Peter finishes under his suit, his face red and his hair drenched in sweat. You later passed out on the sleeping bag, your arms draped around each other, Peter's lips pressing on your forehead as you succumbed to the night.

Peter woke up to a banging on the door. "We know you're in there, Cat! Give us the real vial, or we'll kill you!" a bunch of men surrounded the lot, hands on their guns. He saw that you were gone, a hole formed on the ceiling, sunlight peering in, a black satchel on the spot where you slept. Inside were the vials and a note.

Sorry, I couldn't stay for breakfast. I had to go real quick. I left the vials for you. Do whatever is right. You always do the right thing. And you'll probably not see me again but don't miss me too much. I know I will.

Xoxo, Cat.

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[forever-rogue]

i’m in real missing peter hours 😔 could we maybe get a tasm!peter/blackcat!reader in the future where he’s starting to get over gwen? hints of angst but he’s mainly just avoiding his real feelings and reader is the distraction. probably smut but you’re the author so you can do whatever your heart desires. hugs and kisses hope you’re well!!

AN | Blind fools in lust and  love! Enjoy ❤️

Pairing | tasm!Peter Parker x fem!reader

Warnings | Language, Smut [piv] - 18+ only

Word Count | 4.7k

Masterlist | Main | Peter

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“Nope,” you grabbed his arm and pulled him along as best as you could. You managed to at least get him out of harm’s way, “not today. The Spider’s mine!”

The big white eyes of the mask blinked at you a few times and you knew, despite not even seeing his face, that he might have a concussion or at least took a good hit to the head. With a groan, you crouched next to him and put your hand on his cheek, “wha-whas goin’ on?”

“Stay here,” you kept your voice soft but firm, “please listen to me for once in your life, Spidey.”

You left him before he even realized what had happened, hoping that he’d actually wait for you under the little bit of cover you managed to get for him. 

The last thing he remembered was watching you walk away.

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Peter’s eyes fluttered open slowly as he rolled onto his side, hissing at the sharp, shooting pain. He took a moment to study his surroundings and realized he wasn’t in his bedroom. Not unless he’d decided to change it up into pinks and pastels and to be very aesthetic as MJ would say. He sat up and rubbed at his tired eyes, trying to remember what happened.

“Hey,” at the sound of your voice he stiffened, looking up to find sitting at your desk across the room, “take it easy, Parker. You took quite a beating yesterday.”

“You…saved me,” he whispered incredulously as you waved your hand to dismiss his surprise, “why?”

“Because Peter Parker,” you walked over to the bed and sat at the edge of it, keeping a small distance between your bodies, “if anyone’s going to kill you, it’s going to be me. And, well, I guess you could say I’d grown fond of you over the years.”

He leaned back against the headboard and crossed his arms over his chest, “the Black Cat has a heart after all. Funny, especially for a criminal.”

“I’ve always had a heart,” you put your hand on his calf and gave it a gentle squeeze, “and I’m hardly a criminal - I…confiscate things from rich individuals that don't deserve them and redistribute the wealth.”

“According to the law, that's still criminal.”

“We both know you’re never going to do anything about it,” you leaned in closer, keeping your face a few inches from his. He was somehow even prettier up close; golden flecks in his eyes and the faintest of freckles across the bridge of his nose, and very kissable lips, “are you, Spidey?”

He reached for you, hands settling on your waist as he easily maneuvered you into his lap. You made a small sound of surprise but put your hands on his shoulders, eyes locked on his, trying to figure out what was going on in his mind.

“What do you think?” he brought his hand to your face and brushed his knuckles over your cheek. You couldn’t help but lean into his touch. You’d been playing your little cat and mouse (or rather cat and spider) game for so long now that somewhere along you had developed genuine feelings for him. If something were to happen to him, you weren’t sure what you’d do, “hmm?”

You took his face in your hands and kissed him without hesitation. If you had thought about it too much you’d never get the nerve to actually kiss him. And you’d been wanting to do that for a long time now, you’d thought about it a million times probably.

When he didn’t kiss you back for a moment you worried you’d overstepped, but then he pulled you closer to his body, kissing you back just as eagerly. His hands wandered under your shirt, splaying over your ribs, causing you to make a pretty sound into his mouth. You refused to pull away until you were desperate for air, the two of you exchanging almost shy smiles. You pressed your forehead to his as you tried to catch your breath, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’m fine,” he promised, tugging on the hem of your shirt in a silent question of whether or not he could remove it. You nodded and held up your arms to make it easier for him to take off, “I heal fast.”

“Promise?” you asked as he marveled at the sight of you in your bra. 

“Promise,” he went back to kissing you, hands roaming all over your bare skin as if he was trying to commit everything to memory, “you’re beautiful.”

The words, whispered soft but loud and clear, made a shiver run up and down your spine. You leaned into his touch as he unclasped the back of your bra, eagerly pulling it down your arms and tossing it to the side. You swore there was a hint of a bubblegum blush spreading across his cheeks as he looked you over with eager eyes. 

“Your turn,” you tugged at the hem of his t-shirt and he practically ripped it off in one fluid motion. You studied the golden skin that was revealed, admiring how broad and strong he looked. There were freckles scattered across his skin…along with a lot of bruising and some lacerations. A frown tugged down the corners of your mouth as you ghosted your fingers along his side, “Pete…”

“It’s okay,” he kissed along your jaw, working his way down your neck, nipping and biting at the skin just enough to some pretty lavender bruises, “they’ll be gone by the morning. You won’t hurt me.”

You took his pretty face in your eyes, looking into his eyes to make sure he was being completely honest with you. When you were satisfied that he was telling the truth, you kissed him slowly and deeply, trying to get as much from him as possible. You could feel that he was already hard as you slowly ground your hips into him, pulling some moans from his lips.

He quickly flipped you so you were under him, caged in by strong arms and overwhelmed with all of him. You practically melted into the bed as he kissed his way down your body, worshiping the soft and hard lines of your frame, even the areas you were insecure about. He stopped at the waistband of your shorts, catching your eye to make sure it was okay to take them off. At your enthusiastic nod, his lithe fingers easily whipped off your shorts and tossed them into the pile with the rest of your clothes. 

“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful,” his gentle praise was enough to make you even more wet, “can I taste you?”

“As much as I want that Parker,” you slowly sat up, leaving him with a disappointed look on his face, “I need to feel you. Want you inside of me.”

You took advantage of his momentary surprise and flipped the script, pinning him under you as you straddled his hips. Those pretty brown eyes were almost black with lust as he looked up at you in wonder.

“Is this okay?” you tugged on the hem of his pants and he started to push them down his strong legs without any ado, “oh. I see it’s very okay.”

“Thought about this a lot, you know?” you most definitely knew. You’ve pictured this very moment more than you’d cared to admit. You watched as he stroked his hard cock, amazed - and mildly worried - about his size. A smirk grew on his face as he reached between your legs and scooped some of your slick onto his fingers before wrapping his hand around himself again, laying back and stroking his hard cock, “you’re going to feel so good, I just know it.”

“For the sake of science, why don’t we find out?” you shoved his hands out of the way, and took his cock in your hand, stroking him a few times before lining him up at our entrance and slowly sinking down on him. You couldn’t help the lewd moan that escaped your lips at the stretch as he filled you up. Peter’s hands were on your hips, fingers digging in tightly, sure to leave bruises, but you didn’t care, “well, Spidey? Everything you dreamed of and more?”

“Fuck,” he hissed quietly under his breath, closing his eyes and biting his lip almost hard enough to break the skin, “you feel so perfect.”

“You feel pretty good too,” you leaned down to kiss him, moving slightly and pulling an almost pathetic whimper from his lips.

“You keep moving like that and I’m not going to last long,” his hands went to your ass, greedily squeezing your soft, plump flesh, “this is ever better anything I ever imagined.”

“Lucky for you, I’m up for multiple rounds,” you started to move up and down his cock, kissing whatever parts of him that you could reach, his skin was soft and delicious. You knew that you weren’t going to last much longer either, but you’d take him however he wanted, “if you are.”

“Yes,” he started to slam up into you, causing you to gasp at the feeling and display of strength, “you’re mine.”

Yeah…he was definitely making you feel some kind of way with his possessiveness. You knew it partly just from the moment, but you didn’t mind. He took back a little bit of the power he’d let you have, thrusting into you over and over, “you can cum in me, you know. I’m on the pill.”

“You’re just a fucking tease,” and he wasn’t having it any longer, flipping you back under him and pounding you in mercilessly. You wrapped your legs around his waist and let him take what he needed, “for years now.”

“Didn’t know you wanted me for that long,” your heart started to race, not just from the pounding he was giving you, but his surprisingly sweet sentiment. You’d thought about him too, but had never thought he’d actually reciprocate those feelings, “you’re such a softy, Peter Parker.”

He laughed at that, a sweet sound that you wanted to bottle up and keep forever, “we’ve all got some soft spots.”

“I’m honored,” your words were swallowed up by a moan as he reached down where your bodies connected and played with your clit. You closed your eyes as you felt the heat bloom in your core, “fuck, yes Peter. Just like that.”

“Good girl,” alrighty, apparently you’d had some sort of praise kink that he’d managed to tap into. He kept one hand on your hip and the other was massaging your breasts, “look at you, so pretty.”

“S’are you,” you managed to choke out as his thrusts started to grow more erratic and sloppy, “gonna fill me up?”

“Shit,” he groaned as he felt your velvety walls start to hug him even more tightly. It was like the sweetest vice grip. Your release came on faster than you’d expected and you felt that rush buzzing through your entire body as you became jelly under him. He managed to thrust into you a few more times before he came, spilling deep within you and almost collapsing on top of you, “holy fuck. Fuck.”

You looped your arms around his neck and pulled him down on top of you, using his warm body as a blanket. You both tried to catch your breath, his head on your chest as he pressed kisses to your shoulder. You ran a hand through his dark hair, trying to process what had just happened, “I’m not going to lie, Pete, having sex with you wasn’t on my bingo card for today…or ever.”

“Oh it was definitely on mine,” he lifted his face and grinned at you, the true dork he was underneath it all was showing through, “you’re beautiful, you know?”

“You might have mentioned that a few times,” you pressed a kiss to his lips, “you’re not so bad yourself.” 

“Hmm,” he reached for your hand and laced your fingers together, “whatever you say, honey. Give me another few minutes and we can go again.”

“Okay,” you agreed through a small yawn, “can we just lay here for a little bit first?”

“Yeah,” he rolled off you and onto his side, pulling you into his body and wrapping an arm around you, “that sounds perfect.”

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You’d been seeing Peter - more or less - for almost six months at this point. Usually it involved a late night text from him asking if you were free, the guise of attempting to watch a movie or eat dinner, and then ended in sex. Not that the sex was bad or anything, it was mind-blowing, but that was the problem in and of itself. 

You really liked Peter, and your feelings only seemed to blossom with the more time you spent together. You didn’t just want him for the sex, you wanted to experience everything with him. It was almost scary how easy it was to fall for him, but it happened and now you were left with more emotions and feelings than you’d ever intended on having. The worst part was that you were almost positive that Peter didn’t feel the same way. You’d tried to convince yourself that nights spent together were enough; some nights it worked and other nights it hurt even more to watch him go. 

This was bad; you hadn’t meant to fall for your former arch-nemesis. In an effort to preserve your sanity, you made the decision that it was time to start distancing yourself from Peter. You’d stopped responding to his texts, slowly at first and then pretty much entirely and if you knew that he was going to be in a particular place, you avoided that place as well. 

You had no clue what his current feelings were or if he’d even noticed your lack of communication. Your hope was that maybe he wouldn’t even realize anything was different and things would go back to how they used to be. 

But - and you were well aware of this little fact - Peter Parker was a genius and things rarely went unnoticed. 

It shouldn’t have surprised you at all to find him tapping on your bedroom window. You hadn’t heard him and startled jumped slightly at the rhythmic taps. You looked over and found him waving meekly. Despite your best judgment, you closed your laptop and walked over to the window, unlocking it so he could come in. 

He hopped in, landing on his lithe feet and pulling off his mask. Peter turned to you and leaned in to kiss you, but you stopped him, putting your hand on his chest and gently pushing him back. His brows furrowed as he looked at you with a pouty expression.

“The window was locked,” he mused as you took a step back from him and crossed your arms over your chest, “you’ve been ignoring me. And now you don’t want me to touch you. Oh honey, what’s going on, huh?”

“Pete,” you sighed heavily, “I can’t…I, fuck. I can’t do this anymore.”

“What?” he huffed, almost in amusement as his hands settled on his hips, “what are you talking about?”

“I don’t want to keep hooking up with you,” you groaned as you pushed past him and headed towards the kitchen. This definitely called for a glass of wine, if not something stronger. Peter trailed after you, a string of incomprehensible murmurs escaping his lips. You grabbed the wine and a glass and dumped out a hearty pour before turning to Peter, “do you want some wine?”

“How can you-” he sighed before coming into your space, caging you in between his arms against the counter, “I don’t want wine.”

“Oh,” you brought the glass to your lips and took a dainty sip before he took the glass out of your hand and set it onto the counter, “shame, it’s really good. Nicked it from some millionaire’s stash.”

“What’s going on, huh?” he took your jaw in his hand and turned your face up to his. If you weren’t experiencing a million other emotions, you definitely would have been turned on, “tell me.”

“Peter,” your voice softened as you allowed yourself to meet his soft, dark doe eyes, “I think we should stop whatever you want to call what we’ve been doing.”’

“Why?” his eyes were inquisitive but the harsh edge had started to disappear, “I thought we were having fun.”

“We were,” you wrapped your fingers around his wrist and gently pulled his hand away, “but it’s not enough for me. I’ve been thinking about it a lot and I realized that I want…more. I don’t just want to hook up and then have you leave in the middle of the night. I’m sorry, Pete, but that’s the truth.”

“What happened?”

“I think that I realized I have feelings for you,” you looked away, closing your eyes to stop the tears from spilling over, “I didn’t think this would happen but there it is. I really care about you and I want more but I know you don’t want more. And maybe it’s selfish but I’d rather just stop now before I get even more feelings.”

He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, shaking his head, “I thought you said you were okay with this, with how we had things.”

“It was fine at first,” you shrugged lightly, “and then it slowly changed. And now I’m telling you. So…yeah.”

“You know I don’t do relationships,” he took a step back and you felt like you could breathe again. But you could tell that things had definitely and inexplicably shifted between the two of you, “I can’t do relationships.”

“It’s not my place to tell you what you do or don’t want,” you swallowed thickly, “I’m just telling you how I feel and what I want. Nothing is going to change the fact that I care about you, Parker. I hope you know that it's okay to care for people and let them care about you. You’re allowed to be happy. Gwen-”

“Don’t,” he took a big step and held up his hand. You’d touched on a nerve - and you knew you would - but it was the truth. It had been almost ten years since he’d lost her and you knew that he wasn’t over what happened. Not that you expected him to just be over it; he never would be entirely and he’d always love her. You respected the hell out of that, but at the same time you wished he would understand that it was okay to love again, “don’t you dare talk about her.”

“I won’t,” you whispered, “I would never disrespect her and I’d hope you know that by now. And you should know that I respect you and your feelings. And I think I deserve the same from you. And right now I think it’s best if you leave. I don’t know if we’re ever going to see eye to eye on this so we should just stop.”

He closed his eyes before running a hand through his messy hair, “you want me to just leave?”

“Of course I don’t,” you insisted, “but we don’t want the same things. So, let’s just cut our losses and move on.”

“Fine,” he pulled the mask back over his face, wanting anything but to look you directly in the face. You chewed on your lip, something that drove Peter crazy. Today you were driving him crazy in an entirely different way, “fine. I’ll go.”

“I am sorry,” he hated how upset you sounded. He hated that he was the cause of your heart even more, “for what it’s worth.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, already sliding your window open again, “me too.”

Without any further preamble, he jumped back out in the dark night, leaving before you even got the chance to close the window. He didn’t think he could bear looking at you again - not if he wanted to stick with his plan of detachment. He thought he was stronger than he apparently was. 

He was weak-willed and pathetic in his mind, especially because he’d promised himself that he wouldn’t fall in love again. 

You watched his figure swing away until the red and blue of his suit was out of sight before closing the windows with a heavy sigh. You missed him already.

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It had been four weeks - four whole weeks - since Peter had last seen you. 30-days to be exact - not that he was counting or anything. But, to put it lightly, it fucking sucked. He missed you terribly. 

He wasn’t exactly sure where along the line he’d fallen in love with you, but he had been so sure that just ignoring his feelings would work. But he should have known better…after all, when did ignoring a problem ever actually solve it? Never. And this case was no exception. 

“Are you…ever planning on not moping around all the time?” Peter’s eyes snapped to Miles so fast that the younger boy laughed nervously. Here he was, thinking the whole time that he was acting normal. But apparently he had been anything but. 

“I’m not - I am not moping,” Peter hissed, trying to convince himself as much as Miles. When he realized that he definitely wasn’t going to be able to, his shoulders sagged and he let out a slow exhale, “fine. I guess I am. Sorry, I just…it’s fine. I’m fine.”

“That’s exactly what someone very not fine would say,” Miles walked around the table, studying some of the blueprints that Peter had drawn for some new gadgets. He felt his mentor’s eyes glued to him, “‘m just saying.”

“Miles…”

“Is it a girl? Are you in love? Is Petey experiencing lots of big feelings?”

“I swear I will take away all of your Spider privileges,” Miles snorted in amusement knowing fulwell that there wasn’t a damn thing that Peter could do, “fine, I’ll do something!”

“You could try to talk about it?” he suggested lightly, toeing the line and leaving just enough room for Peter to make whatever decisions he wanted to, “if you want to. No pressure, but I’m here if you need someone to word vomit to. Spider-Man to Spider-Man.”

“It’s a long story,” but maybe it would feel good to let it all out. Maybe he really just needed to talk it out with someone. It could feel great…it could also feel terrible. 

“I’ve got time,” Miles hopped up and sat on the table, swinging his long legs back and forth, “if you’ve got the time.”

“Yeah,” Peter mirrored his actions and sat down next to the boy, “I do.”

Peter wasn’t sure where he should have started at first, so he started at the beginning, with Gwen. It had been a long time since he’d spoken to anyone about everything that had happened. Maybe he’d just been waiting for the people to come into his life and make him feel safe again; Miles did that, you did that.

And while it was incredibly scary, he knew that it was just a small leap of faith.

But this time around, he wasn’t afraid to jump.

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Despite not having heard those familiar taps for weeks, as soon as you heard them, your heart skipped a few beats. With slight trepidation you padded your slippered feet over to your bedroom window. 

Just as expected, there was Spider-Man sitting on your fire escape. He perked up when he realized you were coming over, waiting with bated breath to see if you'd even open the window.

"Spidey," you leaned on the window, resting your chin in your hand as you looked him over, "what are you doing here?"

"I came to see you," if you didn't know any better, you'd have thought he sounded nervous, "can we talk?"

"Peter," you let out a long sigh before shaking your head and moving to close the window again. Peter was quicker and managed to web your hand before you could literally and metaphorically shut him out, "why?"

"Please?" The desperation in his voice was clear now and it made your iced over heart thaw just a little bit. You managed to unstick your hand before stepping back and waiting for him to come in. Peter’s nerves seemed to get the better of him as he almost tripped and stumbled over his own feet. You couldn’t help the small smile that managed to cross your features at the sight of the clumsy boy. He stood back up and ripped his mask off before looking at you nervously, “h-hi.”

“Hello Peter,” despite your best efforts you couldn’t help but touch his face, lightly tracing your fingers over the bruising along his jaw with a deep frown. He stiffened under your touch before wrapping his fingers gently around your wrist, “what’s going on, bub?”

“I’m an idiot,” his admission sounded almost pathetic as you cocked your head to the side and raised an eyebrow, “and a moron.”

“I’m well aware,” you pulled your hand out of his touch, causing a wicked blush to color his cheeks, “but that doesn’t answer my question. Why are you here?”

“I’m been thinking-”

“Oh dear…”

“And I realized you were right. Well, I talked to Miles, did a lot of thinking and self-reflection or whatever it’s called. And yeah…you were right,” that caused you to stop with your mouth open before blinking at him several times, “about what you’d said.”

“I’m usually right,” why were you suddenly nervous? You waved your hand around dismissively before crossing your arms over your chest, “what - what was I right about?”

“I was - am - scared about being in a relationship again,” the boy swallowed the lump in his throat, finding it hard to put exactly what he was feeling into words, “I’m scared what it could mean if I loved someone again.”

“It’s always going to be a little scary, Pete,” you whispered softly, “loving someone and letting them love you is the most vulnerable thing anyone can do. But that doesn’t mean we should completely stop ourselves from experiencing it.”

“Yeah,” he nodded, eyes still intently trained on your carpet, “I realize that now. I, ummm, I-”

You couldn’t stand it any longer, and grabbed his face, pressing your lips to his. It took Peter a moment to catch onto what was happening, but as soon as clarity hit him, he kissed you right back, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into his body. Neither of you wanted to pull apart until you were desperate for a breath of air. 

He pressed his forehead against yours before closing his eyes and sighing softly, “I, ugh, I have feelings for you too.”

“Yeah?” your simple question was so sweet and innocent that he couldn’t help but kiss you again, “but do you…want more?”

“I do,” he confessed, finding the simple revelation both freeing and nerve wracking, “I’m not sure I’ll make the best boyfriend but I’m willing to try. I-if you still want that anyway.”

“If it makes you feel any better, I don’t think I’d be the most conventional girlfriend,” this wasn’t exactly how you’d pictured this scenario in your mind - any of the many times you’d imagined. But it was still perfect in its own way because it was you and Peter, “but I’m willing to try.”

“Me too,” he promised; you knew he meant it this time, “sorry for being an idiot and taking so long to realize the obvious.”

“You got there in the end,” you couldn’t help but pull him back to your lips, breaking into laughter as he effortlessly picked you up and started walking over to your bed, “wait - you’re really sure about this, Parker?”

“Yes,” he promised, peppering your face in kisses, “I’m all in. Are you?”

“I am,” you whispered, “all in.”

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[bartxnhood]

bandaids & kisses | p.p

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tasm! peter x reader

summary: after a few encounters with the friendly neighborhood spider man, you let him in on a little secret. your crush on your best friend, peter parker.

warnings: typical tasm violence, blood, but mainly fluff.

a/n: guess who misses writing for peter parker & marvel ? that’s right, me ! decided i’d write for the character who started this whole journey since it’s been a while. enjoy ! feedback is appreciated <3.

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“shit, salem!” you tried reaching for the cat. she crying, now stuck on the fire escape as it was down pouring. you didn’t even know how she got out, one minute she was laying on your bed, the next she was gone and you heard her pitiful cries.

“cmon, love” you tried luring her back but she didn’t budge. so there you sat, on your windowsill partially getting soaked. “you tried reaching out to grab her by the scruff but almost fell yourself. a pair of arms quickly retrieved your body and helped you back to your window, “are you alright?” his voice laced with familiarity. “yeah, i’m fine. just trying to get my cat” you answered, pushing wet hair sticking to your forehead away. he looked at you from behind his mask, then a few feet away spotting the black cat.

he slowly approached the kitten, “hey there” his voice was soft, almost calming. he carefully took the cat in his arms, before handing her back to you. “i’d say both of you take a warm shower. don’t want you catching a cold” he chuckled.

that was your first encounter with the neighborhood's spiderman.

since then, he would always stop by and you both would sit on the windowsill just to talk. and always careful to not let the cat out again. he knew some of your secrets even your best friend didn’t know.

“so, have any boyfriends?” he abruptly asked, causing you to burst out laughing. “me?” you pointed to yourself, “no.” you shook your head. “not at all. the guy i like isn’t interested.” the super hero stopped by again one weekend while you were eating lunch.

peter felt his heart sink a bit, you liked someone? why haven’t you told him? “why do you say that?” he asked. “just, i don’t think he sees me like that. we’ve been friends for over ten years now. i guess i’m just afraid of rejection.”

“well you look like shit.” peter chimed, coming up to you in the courtyard and sitting in front of you at the picnic bench. “yeah, well, that’s what i get for pulling an all-nighter” you sniffled. “why were you up all night?” he blinked “chem test, remember?” you said, taking a swig from your water bottle. he nodded, taking his backpack off and setting it next to his feet. “of course. it’s always chem” closing the water bottle you nodded, “well, i was out yesterday and i picked this up” he changed the subject, digging in his backpack and pulling out a cassette tape. “found that i didn’t know if you already had it”

you picked up the cassette, eyes widened as it had been the only one missing from your collection of one of your favorite artists. “peter? how did you know?!” you grinned examining the condition of the item. “i know things, about you y/n” he laughed, resting his head on his hand.

you sat on your windowsill, peter hanging on the fire escape. “what’s that?” he asked pointing to your walkman. “oh!” you beamed, reaching for it. “it’s a new cassette my friend got.” showing him. he took it into his hands, peter recognizing the tape. he smiled underneath the mask. “that’s cool” he handed the device back to you. “who got it?” he asked.

you sat the walkman back in your bedroom. “peter” you answered. “i collect cassettes, and he found it yesterday. it was the last one i needed to complete my collection of my favorite artist” you smiled. “that’s awesome. cool interest too” he rubbed his latex gloves together. “peter is..” you trailed off. “he is the guy i like. he told me he remembers things about me” you shrugged.

peter looked at you, had he not been obvious enough? he thought that his actions were pretty clear, with all of the gifts he’s given and small things he remembered about you. he always looked forward to being with you. it was the highlight of his day. everything you did amazes him, your beautiful mind, and your creative ways. so, when it became a routine for his persona to stop by and hang out, he took it for granted. he got to see you.

within a second, you heard sirens from around the block. “oh shit” you mumbled. peter felt his body tense as he stood up. “i’ve got to go.” he swung off your fire escape. you yelled for him but he was already gone.

you were a bit worried the whole night. what’s bad happened? it wasn’t on the news just yet but you heard the screams and yells from pedestrians. it made your heart race and stomach churn.

it was close to midnight when he appeared at your window.

tap tap tap

you walked over in a hurry, opening the window and revealing a soaked spiderman. in blood and the rain. you didn’t know what to say. you were freshly out of the shower and you quickly opened the window.

why would he come back to you?

he came back because you were his best friend. it was time that he finally told you the truth about this facade. now, he was almost unconscious on your balcony. it was bound to happen for you to find out who he was and it so happened it would be tonight.

“oh my god…” you breathed, quickly helping him inside. he held his side, as you lead him to the bed. peter was in a lot of pain, he knew his sides had to look pretty bad from falling from far above. you sat him on your bed, eyes wide staring at him. “what happen?” you asked, and he shrugged. “i don’t know. i was swinging, there were these guys. it was a huge fight, and the next thing i knew i was on the pavement, and now i’m here” he groaned, gesturing to his side. “okay, um..” you looked around your room for anything, then you thought about your mothers first aid. “stay here, i have something that will help.” he nodded, watching you leave.

peter leaned his head back, he felt suffocated in the mask but knew it would probably be awkward for you to just walk in and see your best friend. so he decided to suffer until you came back.

this was the time he took the time to look at things in your room, random posters you had, and some cute little things to give your room character.

when you walked back, a large kit in hand and a few rags. “i have some things here i think will work” you said, and sat the items on the bed. “my mom taught me how to use this so you’re in good hands.” you hummed, trying to lighten the mood a bit. “if you don’t want me to see your face, i understand but at least let me tend to your side. it’s bad.” peter knew he looked pretty bad, so he got his suit off which was ripped pretty badly and revealed his back and sides. both covered in dark bruises, scars, and fresh wounds. “god..” you gasped.

peter didn’t know how bad it was until seeing your reaction. sure he would heal quicker than others but it didn’t mean it never hurt. as you gently began cleaning his wounds, making sure all the dirt was out so he wouldn’t be at risk for a possible infection, he watched you. studying your face this time, the way your hair laid, or how your nose would scrunch up if you thought you were hurting him.

“good news, i don’t think it’ll be infected.” you hummed, applying the ointment. “this might sting” you looked up at him, his face was still masked. “mhm” he looked away, shutting his eyes preparing for the sting.

as you started pressing the cloth onto his skin he hissed in pain, “i’m sorry!” you panicked, but he shook his head. “continue.” and you did, finishing cleaning the wound so you could put a bandage over it. you tried to get it over with so he wouldn’t be in much pain. “okay, done” you finished wrapping his torso with a bandage wrap. “is your face okay? i understand if you don’t want me to see it but at least take something before you head home” you suggested. you were afraid to overstep with peter, he had always kept his identity from you since day one.

you heard peter sigh, this was hard for him. he looked away for a few seconds and finally determined to reveal himself to you. when he ripped off the mask his curls bounced back, but when you realized who it was, your world fell apart. “jesus..” you breathed. your eyes met with his brown ones, and you could feel your heart skip a beat but you had to focus. “peter?” you breathed, tears welling in your eyes. seeing him so hurt, obviously this fight must’ve been incredibly bad.

“shh, hey hey” he grabbed your face, making you look at him. “i’m okay, i swear” he couldn’t stand to see you cry. you shook your head. “pete. why didn’t you tell me?” you croaked. “i couldn’t. not when this stuff happens. i had to keep you safe” he wiped your tears away, gingerly.

you got a clean rag and gently dabbed around the scab, and cleaned any other marks on his face. not once did peter take his eyes off you, “say something. please” he begged. you leaned in and placed a couple of bandaids on his face, “there.. that should hold you over” you looked away putting everything back into the kit. peter grabbed your hand, stopping you. “y/n.” he said, you whipped your head around and looked at him, locking your eyes again. and he pulled you in planting a kiss on your lips. it lasted for a few seconds until you both pulled away. “i’ve been wanting to do that for so long” he admitted “pete..”

“i like you, y/n. i have for the longest. i love you, y/n”

you stared at him, biting your lip. “i really, really hate you in this moment peter parker.” you let’s few more tears fall, but he laughed causing you to laugh. “it’s about goddamn time, parker.” “cmere” he held his arm out for you, and you fell into his sweaty but gentle embrace. “do i get a second chance?” you nodded, “of course, you do. i don’t know who i’d be without you.”

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[blooming-violets]

Bingo Prompt: You pick the trope. I pick mirror sex! Please and thank you.

Mirror, Mirror (Mirror Sex)

[tasm!peter x black cat/felicia hardy]

TWs: 18+ smut, finger fucking, mirror fucking, and face fucking, all the fun stuff, not the healthiest of relationships

A/N: If I put out one bingo prompt every two months then I will finish in...over two years...sounds reasonable! 

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. 

#the amazing spiderman #tasm #tasm x black cat #tasm x felicia hardy #tasm smut #andrew garfield #spiderman #spiderman man #tasm fic #tasm peter parker #peter parker #peter parker x black cat #peter parker x felicia hardy #peter parker smut #peter parker fic #tasm peter parker fic #mirror mirror #tasm bingo prompt #tasm writing bingo #tasm smut bingo #tasm x oc #tasm x reader #im tagging it as x reader and you can yell about it all you want #fight me #blooming-violets #blooming violets fic #blooming violets #mirror mirror fic

[agent-tempest]

My favorite fanfics!

Loki Friggason [Marvel]

Dancing in the dark (with you between my arms) by @holymultiplefandomsbatman [Fluff]

Paper rings by @cherryrogers [Pure fluff]

Back in your arms by @sarahscribbles [starts angsty but happiest fluffiest ending]

Remus Lupin [Marauders Era]

I don't want them. I want you by @theemporium [Fluff, Marriage, Drunk!Remus]

You are in love by @starstruckmoony [fluff]

Red by @jamespottersdaisy [Banter, fluff]

Gold Rush by @jamespottersdaisy [pure fluff]

Hiccups and hijinks by @dreaminginpastels [Plus-size!Reader, fluff, mutual pining, mentions of insecurity and self-doubt]

Jealous Prof!Reader by @turvi [Fluff, wife!Reader]

Let me help by @jamespottersdaisy [bad mental health, eating disorder?, angst]

Remus saying "I love you" to the for the first time by @theemporium [xReader, pure fluff]

Remus taking care of Drunk!Reader by @theemporium [Potter!Reader, Drunk!Reader, Soft Remus]

Remus being soft only with reader near fullmoons by @lizard-onawindowpane [Pure fluff]

Calm after the storm by @earthgirl616 [enemies to lovers, swearing, kissing, mention of blood and wounds]

Pinky Promise by @jamespottersdaisy [Pre and Post Moon!Remus, Remus and reader have a fight]

Our Band Part 1 Part 2 by @wzrd-wheezes [Marauders Band AU, Barista!Reader]

Kaz Brekker [Grishaverse]

Deadly fever by @webslinger-holland [mentions of severe illness, mentions of traumatic childhood, mentions of needles and bloodletting]

Book Club by @rainydaymiscellaneous [fluff, Kaz is in love]

There was this boy... by @mcntsee [Fluff]

Schon by @mcntsee [Kinda ooc Kaz, kaz is ok with y/n’s touch. Stabbing, blood, killing]

Peter Parker [TASM]

Worth Saving by @fettuccin-e [Hurt/Comfort]

Sirius Black [Marauders Era]

I think he knows by @theemporium [potter!reader, fluff, James being a Mood]

Words that slip through by @padfootagain [Fluff, tiny bit of Angst(?)]

For your family by @padfootagain [Fluff, Arrange marriage trope, Soulmate au]

Forced by @sirisuorionblack [Fluff, Arrange Marriage trope, toxic household]

Sirius wants a hug, but doesn't know how to ask by @gtgbabie0 [Fluff, touchstarved Sirius]

Everything has changed by @once-upon-an-imagine [Fluff, Lupin!Reader, Jilly Wedding]

Sirius being jealous of a cat by @theemporium [fluff, jealous!Sirius and *in steve's voice* Language]

A cozy rainy night with Sirius by @theemporium [pure fluff]

James Potter [Marauders era]

Stop flirting with the nurse, it's embarrassing by @perpetuallydaydreaming [Fluff, Siri & Pete being melodramatic]

First Impressions by @jackie5656 [Fluff, Descriptions of assault and attempted assault]

Just to Kiss by @chrryhrt [Frat!James x Reader, Idiots to lovers, friends to lovers, small mention of alcohol]

Regulus Black [Marauders era]

Coward by @sirisuorionblack [Hurt/comfort, Arrange marriage trope, acedemic rivals]

Moon Boys [Moon Knight, Marvel]

Jake Lockley- Cucumber face mask and fist of vengeance by @wysteria-clad [Fluff]

Jack Lockley- dlz by @ichorai [Angst, mild fluff, marriage au]

Marc, Steven and Jake- Clumsy by @marvelsswansong [fluff]

Marc, Steven and Jake- Secret Identities Part 1 Part 2 by @bensolosbluesaber [Fluff, reader is an Avenger]

Benedict Bridgerton [Bridgerton]

Matchmakers by @siempre-bucky [fluff]

Not for him by @iwritefandomimagines [Platonic!Anthony playing matchmaker, Fluff, slight angst]

Second son by @fayes-fics

Druig [Eternals, Marvel]

Druig x Reader by @siempre-bucky [fluff]

Stephen Strange [Marvel]

July 19th by @frostandflamesfanfic [Fluff, Strange being a dad to America]

#Loki x reader #Tom Hiddleston #marauders era #remus lupin x reader #andrew garfield #Sirius black x reader #ben barnes #james potter x reader #Moon knight x reader #marc spector fluff #marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #oscar isaac #kaz brekker x reader #freddy carter #regulus black x reader #benedict bridgerton x reader #timothee chamalet #tasm! peter x reader #marvel #grishaverse #bridgerton #enya talks

[reysdriver]

Peter x BlackCat!Reader Masterlist

✩ - Fluff ☾ - Angst 𖦹 - Smut

♡ - Xena's Favourites

(Main Peter Masterlist)

Oneshots

Rubbermaid & Web-Boy - ✩♡ - You discover that the face behind another masked vigilante just like you is more familiar than you ever expected

Masks - ✩♡ - You try to take Spider-Man's mask off

#peter parker #tasm peter #tasm peter parker #tasm!peter #tasm #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #peter parker x fem!reader #peter parker angst #peter parker smut #peter parker x blackcat!reader #black cat #marvel #spiderman #spiderman fluff #spiderman angst #spiderman smut

[kjhbsies]

KJHBSIES’S FANFIC RECOMMENDATIONS

I’ll probably do more of this. 

Part II.

Angst

When I Ruled the World (James Potter x Fem!Reader) by sgrantsgf

How Tom Riddle would react to finding things that reminded him of you after you guys broke up by louiszeastronaut

Angst + Fluff

Why Didn’t We Work Out? (James Potter x Reader) by astonishment

Happily (James Potter x Slytherin Reader) by ro-is-struggling

Cake (James Potter x Fem!Reader) and Real Feelings by jamespotterwhcre

About What I Said Last Night (Sirius Black x Reader) by rainandhotchocolate

Moral of the Story ( Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader) and Sparks by refiwrites 

A Vintage Love (Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader) by ladymercury8

Love You Mommy (James Potter x Reader) by jamespottersmommy

Annoying (Steve Harrington x Readrer) by h4rring1on

“No, Please. Don’t Say That. You Love Her, Not me) by hello-everyfandom

Jealousy (James Potter x Reader) by whyennwhenyouareyn

Pov; you unintentionally confess your feelings for dbf!fwb!james by bellatrixscurls

“You Aren’t Gwen” Andrew!Peter x Fem!Reader by thebrookemunson

Missed Calls Tasm!Peter Parker x Reader and Part Two by caramelcal

Gamer!James Potter x Reader!Gf by ddejavvu

One Where You Try To Break Up With Him (Sirius Black x Fem!Reader) by proserpina-magnus

Fluff

Clingy James Potter by forourmoons

Doting (Fratboy!James Potter x Fem!Reader) by desireav

Golden Retriever James Potter x Black Cat Grumpy Reader by ddejavvu

James Potter x Shy!Reader by luveline

Gifting a Bra Strap to Boyfriend James Potter by ddejavvu 

Naked (James Potter x Fem!Reader) 

Marauders with Quiet S/O by ddejavvu

Your side (Sirius Black x Reader) by soupandsimple

Kiss Sick (Sirius Black x Reader) by luveline 

Remus Being A Boob Guy by ddejavvu 

Safe (James Potter x  non-gryffindor!fem!reader) by multiqts

Frustration (Poly!Marauders) by quindolyn

General Relationship Headcannons (James Potter x Reader) by quindolyn 

Sub!Eddie Using His Safeword by jamespottersmommy

Clingy Steve by indouloureux 

Smut

Picture Perfect (James Potter x Fem! Reader) by wrathspoet

Loose the Ropes (James Potter x Fem!Reader) by moonbcrry

Stress Relief (James Potter x Fem!Reader) by wrathspoet

Babyboy James Potter by littlest-dark-age

Jerking off James in a Secluded Area by weaselbrownie

Sore Loser (Draco Malfoy x Ravenclaw!Reader) by silverdelirium

His Obsession (Draco Malfoy x Reader) by Chanxrene

Unexpected (Sirius Black x Fem!Reader) by jamespotterwhcre

Bitter (Steve Harrington x Reader) by strawberrysodaslut

Playboy ( James Potter x Fem!Reader) by jamespottersmommy

Adore (James potter x Reader) by 1-800-amortentia

Welcome to the Jungle (Tarzan!James Potter x Fem!Reader ft. Researchers Sirius & Remus) by gxtitobxby

Summer Affairs (Best friend’s dad!James Potter x Reader) by lovegoodfics

Feels Too Right (Sex Therapist!James x Innocent!Reader) by bellatrixscurls

Best Friend’s Dad (James Potter x Reader) by itsmentalillness

Fit In (James Potter x Reader) by bellatrixscurls

Not Letting Sirius Cum For A Week After He Broke A Rule by indigoh4ze

Preacher’s Son (James Potter x Reader) by pinkcherryblossom

Room Service (James Potter x Reader) by gxtitobxby

This Ask (Sirius Black x Reader) by gxtitobxby

Best Friend James in a Subspace by eddiesbug

Remus Lupin x Fem!Reader by sweetiecutie

Curfew (King Steve x Reader) by theontrueneohero

Sirius Black Smut Blurb by siriusblackloml

How It All Began (Marauders x Fem!Reader) by bellatrixscurls

Punishing Sub Remus and Sirius by bellatrixscurls 

This Poly!Marauders Smut by bellatrixscurls

James in a Subspace in Public by bellatrixscurls 

#james potter #james potter imagine #james potter fluff #james potter angst #james potter smut #sirius black blurb #sirius black smut #sirius black x reader #sirius black imagine #sirius black angst #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin smut #draco malfoy angst #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy smut #tasm peter parker #tasm peter parker fluff #tasm peter parker angst #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington angst #steve harrington smut #sub eddie munson #sub james potter #sub sirius black #sub remus lupin #eddie munson x reader

[noellie-writes217]

Unemployed and Uneducated

Summary: Peter is desperate for a job after months of living on his own

Warnings: none really, just a few mentions of loneliness and a lost relative

“Peter Parker?” A woman from the unemployment office calls into an overall dejected lobby. Peter looks up from holding his head in his hands as his knee bounces anxiously.

The same few thoughts flood his brain:

* I’m pathetic

* I can’t do this much longer

* I can’t do anything

* I need help

- Who the hell could I ask?

- I’m fucking alone!

- I couldn’t save May, who else can’t I save?

* I am so fucked in the head

- Lost everyone

1. First my parents

2. Ben

3. Tony

4. May

5. Everyone else, including my best friend, my doppelgängers, and of course, the love of my life

Man this shit is gonna give me a complex

* I am so depressed

- I should get medication

- I can’t afford medication

- That’s why I’m at a fucking unemployment agency

* And I’m back to being pathetic

“Here,” Peter pushes away all of those invasive thoughts for the next fifteen minutes in that woman’s office. She types his name into her computer and pushes her glasses up, as if that will change the astonishing lack of… anything.

Peter sits there, awkwardly, eyes darting around the room as if he has no clue about what she’s seeing— not seeing on that screen.

“I’m sorry,” she starts, “I think we’ll just have to “build your resume on print.” The red haired middle aged—Gina, Peter reads the name on the plaque on her desk— grabs a pen and some paper.

“So where did you graduate?”

“Oh, I uh… I had to, uh… dropout…?”

Gina nods and writes something down on the paper. She kinda reminds Peter of a glorified guidance counselor… but maybe a little meaner. “Look Peter, I’m not gonna lie to you, this isn’t looking good for you. Without a GED and a diploma shits gonna get real difficult. I seriously recommend you getting that GED. I can’t give you some entry level jobs to start until you get that degree.”

Now it’s Peter’s turn to nod.

“So tell me about what you like to do.”

‘Apparently, I like to self sabotage a lot.’ He filters himself so he doesn’t projectile word-vomit all over this stranger’s office.

“I wanted to be an engineer. I had my sights set on MIT before I had to drop out.”

———

Trying to think of a time before a traumatic event is extremely difficult. A victim of rape can be triggered by something that once was innocent, like a lemonade stand; a son who used to be pushed by his father on the football field might not be able to play football ever again after they stop talking to their father; a victim of domestic violence might not be able to respond to sudden movements from their partners the same way. And for all of those people, looking back on their memories before the abuse might be difficult to do with a totally unbiased opinion.

Something’s you never forget, like the way Aunt May felt in Peter’s arms just before she died. Or the words she spoke in those final moments, the same words his uncle Ben said when he died.

‘Nothing will ever be the same.’

Peter can’t afford flowers for May’s grave, but he still visits her grave three times a week on average, no less than two in that span.

And that’s where he is right now. Sitting across from her grave stone with his journal between the hedge and him.

“So I’m still looking for a job, and I haven’t really had time to make friends, but it’ll get better soon…” as soon as he feels a tear fall down his right cheek, he sniffles, blinks. And uses his sleeve to wipe it all away.

“Good God, May. Why didn’t you tell me it’d be so hard to make it on my own?” He chuckled somberly, the same way anyone would when they were trying to hide their emotions.

“I don’t want to keep going.” He cries. “I don’t know if I can.”

“You can.” A familiar, yet unfamiliar voice says from behind him. “She’d want you to.”

It’s Happy.

Peter closes the journal and stands up as fast as possible for him.

“Sorry,” Happy starts, “I didn’t mean to eavesdrop.”

Peter hides his face and can’t even bring himself to self to glance at Happy even by accident, “No no, don’t worry about it. It’s fine. I should probably leave anyways.” He starts to step away but Happy takes hold of his jacket sleeve.

“Wait, let me take you to get something to eat,” He smiles, “please. My treat.

Tom takes a moment to consider the offer. The most surprising thing about his moment of hesitation is the fact that he thought about saying no.

“Why would you want to take a stranger out to eat?” He asks.

“I don’t know. You just remind me of someone that I can’t quite place.”

Peter smiles with a glint of hope in his eyes.

— — —

“So,” Happy starts as Peter munches on his cheeseburger, “what’s a young kid like you doing visiting someone’s grave instead of going to school?”

Peter puts down the burger, “I had to drop out actually.” Happy leans back on the booth bench.

“It’s not drugs or anything,” Peter reassures the older man, “I just don’t have the money for anything and I need to earn money for rent.”

“So was May helping you with that before she died?” Happy asks.

Peter debates being forthcoming about his past, but decides against it because he doesn’t have the strength anymore. He lost that at the Statue of Liberty.

“Yeah. My parents died and she always managed to find someway to help me.” Peter smiled.

“I was her boyfriend,” Happy begins, “she never mentioned you. Peter, are you hiding something?” Peter gets a l little nervous.

“I went to the soup kitchen after school. She helped so many that she probably had no idea the effect she had on me.” He covers his ass.

Happy is still suspicious but doesn’t push. “Well, Peter, you seem like a good kid. I’m sure everything will work out eventually.”

“Thank you, Mr. Hogan.”

“So where’s the first place on your list?” He asks.

“What?”

“You said you’re looking for a job, tell me where you’re looking and I can give you a ride.”

“Stormy’s Autobody.”

#tom holland smut #peter parker angst #spiderman no way home #spiderman nwh #spiderman x black cat #spiderman #tasm spiderman #black cat #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland #peter parker #harrison osterfield #haz osterfield