stories-sometimes

[stories-sometimes]

off the table

pairing: tasm!peter parker x ex!reader

tags: NSFW, breakup angst, sadness, graphic smut, alcohol use, mentions of wounds from a fight, exes, drunk!peter, ex!peter, slight choking

summary: ever since the breakup, peter hasn’t seen you in months. when he drunkenly shows up at your door, the two of you realize that there’s some things that haven’t been addressed.

notes: this fic became longer than i expected so enjoy almost 6k of pining, miscommunication, and smut!!! based off of the song “off the table” by ariana <3

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Peter Parker doesn’t believe in the right person at the wrong time. He grew up with the knowledge that if someone was right for his heart, then the timing could never be wrong. Everything would fall in line just how it was destined to be, like it was meant to. If one chapter closed in his life, then another one opened. Yet Peter believed in second chances, especially for those he loved. No matter how unsuitable a person could be for him, he always held onto the silver lining that circumstances could become better — that a person could become better and he wouldn’t have to close a chapter.

Peter isn’t ready to close yours.

But you weren’t just a simple chapter to him. You were an entire novel, interwoven with stories and quotes and unspoken dialogue that would live in the wrinkles of his brain. Your love lingered in the cracks of his lips and the insides of his palms from the nights he couldn’t stop touching you, and the nights you couldn’t stop moaning his name against his own mouth.

God, he missed those nights.

Peter could still memorize every mole, freckle, and scar on your body. He could still recite every one of your favorite lines from that rom-com you used to watch together. Everytime your song came on, he found himself singing along to the lyrics as if you never left.

As if you were still together.

He doesn’t know how he got here. The smell of liquor is pungent on his clothes as he sniffles into the air. Peter usually never drank, but there was something about today that made him want to drown his sorrows away in the least responsible manner. Because with great responsibility comes — wait, what was it again?

The right side of Peter’s body harshly collides into the wall with enough impact to create a dent. His footing is messy and he can barely hold himself up as he sways lazily in the hallway to find the familiar apartment.

“Fuck…” Peter murmurs to himself as he hears your laugh echo from outside your door, causing him to clumsily stumble onto his knees. “Get it together, man.”

He pulls himself to his feet, using the ground for leverage before his forehead is leaning against the coolness of the white-colored door as Peter attempts to remember the whole speech he had planned out in the haziness of his mind. With an uncertain hand, he knocks. There isn’t an answer until he decides to knock again, to which he then hears the chirpy sound of your voice shouting ‘coming!’ from the other side, followed by the sharp clacking of heels against the floorboards.

He’s leaning against the wall by the time the door swings open and his breathing becomes ragged at the sight of you.

You, in a sequined dress, something he thought would be too short and flashy for your own liking. You, with your hair up and freshly-done makeup that reminds Peter of all the times you’d gotten dressed up to see him. You, staring at him, as the smile fades from your lips like you’d seen a ghost.

“Y/N.” Peter exhales with a lopsided grin.

“Peter,” You stare at him with wide eyes in disbelief. You stick your head outside of the door to glance at either end of the hallway for anyone else. “What are you doing here?”

He laughs tiredly and runs a heavy hand down his face. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t like — I couldn't find my way back home and I think I lost my phone somewhere.” He chuckles, pointing at you. “Did I… um, are you gonna leave? I’m sorry, I dunno how I — dunno what I’m doing, Y/N.”

You smell it then — the alcohol. And it makes sense. You’re unsure how to approach him, because you hadn’t seen Peter in several months ever since your breakup halfway through college. He continues to mumble under his breath; the sight of his disheveled appearance makes your heart ache, which only makes you feel sorry for him.

There’s a discoloration of purpled blues and bloody reds by his eyebrow that you hadn’t noticed before.

“Are these bruises? Oh, my god. Peter, I’m gonna call you a cab.” You tug your bottom lip between your teeth. He instantly grabs your wrist before you can turn away from him, then your head snaps to look at him.

“No, no need. Can‘t do hospitals, remember?”

You swallow hard. “Yeah. I remember.”

You don’t miss the way his thumb rubs your skin in the silence.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I’ll go.” Peter starts to lose his footing. Your hands instantly find his shoulders to steady him before he can fall over, sighing as he tries to apologize. “I’m sorry. I didn’t have anyone else — I don’t know… I don’t have anyone else.”

You screw your eyes shut in a mix of pity and frustration.

“Oh, fucking hell. Come inside, Peter.”

You guide his tall frame into the apartment as you shut the door behind you, carefully watching where he walks as you lead him onto the couch. He plops down onto the pillows with a lack of grace, and his eyes glaze over the exposed skin of your thighs.

You pad towards the bathroom, rummaging for the first aid kit that you hadn’t used ever since Peter had lived here. There’s a distance in your gaze as you return to the living room, setting bandages and towels on the coffee table before you’re kneeling in front of Peter.

He then sees that the apartment looks different. Any trace of himself was obviously gone, replaced with pictures of people he couldn’t recognize and replaced with stuff that he doesn’t remember buying for you. The whiteboard on the fridge that Peter used to write notes for you is now filled with a schedule, reminding him that his presence was causing a disturbance to the peaceful night you were going to have.

“I’m so sorry for bothering you.”

“Leg.” You motion, holding his calf as you pull his shoe off.

“You look beautiful, by the way.”

“Other one.”

“Why are you all dressed up?”

“Peter, I need you to put your leg up.”

“You look so pretty. Is it a date? Are you still…” He huffed with a short laugh. “… are you dating again?”

You chase the frown off of your face with a shake of your head, trying to level your patience. “It’s my birthday tomorrow, Peter.” Realization flashes across his features. You interrupt before he can speak. “I was headed out for drinks with friends. I’m not dating anyone.”

“Oh.” He scratches his nose. “Right, yeah.”

You shrug. “Yeah.”

“I’m sorry for ruining your night.”

You set his shoes aside and sit by him on the couch, taking the first aid kit into your lap as Peter gazes at you longingly. “S’okay, didn’t wanna go out anyways.” Your knee brushes against his thigh as you survey the blossoming bruises on his face. Your fingers ever-so-slightly twitch as you reach for him. “May I? My hands are clean. Just wanna put a bandage over it.”

“Don’t need to ask me.”

You gingerly tilt his head back with a hum, “I do.”

“You always asked.” Peter sucks in a breath as you dab at the small cuts with a gauze pad. “Every time I was hurt after patrol and needed you, you’d ask. As if you hadn’t touched me before.” He studies the flicker of nostalgia on your face. He talks as if the words are meant for himself more than you. “No other person cared for me like you did.”

In a sick way, him being here feels like home again.

Guilt sinks into you as you turn away from him. You and Peter never had a proper conversation about what happened between you two. People grow apart. People lose interest. People find somebody else. But none of that ever happened, and the reasons for your break-up were never addressed which is what made his comment sting harder than it should have.

You pat a warm towel against his cheeks and neck, wiping away the sweat and the stench of the bar from his skin. With steady hands, you rip the small band-aid open, placing it over the surface wounds on his eyebrow.

“What kind of trouble did you get yourself into, spidey?” The timbre of your voice is gentle as you look at him, eyes wandering over his face in sympathy.

He shifts in his seat. “Just some assholes who drank too much.”

“Sounds familiar.”

Peter chuckles at your remark, head lolling to the side. “Is that what you think of me right now? Asshole who drank too much?”

“Maybe just the ‘drank too much’ part.”

“Personally, I was hoping you’d say I’m an asshole.” He scoffs, cradling his own cheek.

A sad smile falls upon your lips as you gaze at him. “Hm, why’s that?”

“Would be easier to know you have some semblance of hatred for me.”

The declaration feels like a punch in the stomach, and you find yourself at a loss for words when Peter’s fingers nudge against your hand. You close your eyes when you feel his pinky curl against yours. Unable to look at him, you sit forward on your elbows, hunching over in your lap.

“You’re drunk, Pete.”

The nickname makes him weak.

“Tell me you hate me.” He leans over to you, his breath fanning over your shoulder. You feel tears prickle in your eyes. “Please, Y/N.”

Your voice is muffled as you cover your face. “I don’t hate you.”

“I want you to.”

“I couldn’t — I couldn’t possibly hate you.” You cross your arms over your chest. He lingers over your back. He wants to kiss the softness of your skin, to remember how you tasted, how your body reacted to him and him only. But Peter knows better than to chase the old life that you had shared together. “Nothing you do is worth hating.” You can feel him inhale your perfume, and you don’t move when his chin settles in the curve of your shoulder.

The action is one of longing, one that tells you that Peter hadn’t stumbled at your door for no reason, one that whispers ‘I miss you, do you miss me?’ in every language, and every iteration of each wordless apology that refuses to leave him.

A sob rustles through the air.

“We were so good together, and you left.” The boy whispers brokenly. “I loved you and you left.”

“That’s not fair.”

“What about this is supposed to be fair?”

“I left because I loved you too much.” Peter feels the drunkenness fade from his body at the sight of tears on your face, heightening his powered senses. “I loved you more than I loved myself. I loved you to the point that I’d actually allow you to destroy yourself as Spider-Man, because I know I couldn’t stop you. What kind of person does that?” You sit up, interlocking your hands behind your neck as an overwhelming wave of emotion hits. “How could I just — just stand there and support you knowing that you could be gone at any moment? That it would ruin me and I’d be okay with it because you would be doing the very thing you loved to do?”

The space under Peter’s eyes is stained with tear tracks, sniffling loudly at your thoughts. “Is that not what love is?”

“To watch a person ruin themselves?”

His eyelashes flutter against your jawline as he leans into your neck. “To be so selfless, that you’d put someone’s happiness over your own, even if that meant losing them.” He trembles. “Y/N, I wish you’d talked to me.”

“We’re talking now, aren’t we?” You feel the clenching of his jaw. “Suppose it’s different now, yeah?”

“It’s never different with you.”

“Why?”

“Because I’ll always love you. I never stopped.” He finally presses a chaste kiss of longing to your clavicle. “You were my girl.”

You hold back tears. “Is this really you talking?” Peter notices the sputter of your chest, your throat threatening to let a sob wrack through your body.

He turns you towards him, letting his hand dip down just above your hip. Your distressed eyes search his face for an answer as your bottom lip quivers in visible heartache. He takes your hand in his free one, kissing the pads of your fingers before he places them over his heart. “This is me sober.” He kisses them again. “This is me in love.” Another kiss. “This is yours.” He runs your hand over his chest, up his neck and then his cheek with wet lashes. “I am yours. Everything I am is yours. I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you.”

Your lip juts out in anguish when Peter’s tears fall against your skin. You shudder. “I think you should go.”

He’s all over you. His scent. His eyes.

“I’ll never love anyone the same way I love you.”

You feel like you’re suffocating under the colossal weight of his poetry.

“Peter, I can’t do this tonight.”

You’re moving to get up, until his arms wrap around your legs. He keeps you there — unable to move, stagnant, and unchanged like you had no choice but to endure this. His head rests against your abdomen while you fight to stand straight, refusing to give in.

But it’s so difficult.

It feels like betrayal as you watch him cry into the material of your dress, whispering chants of ‘don’t go’ in the same manner as a broken record. You hold your chin up high, ignoring how empathetic tears of your own trail down your face at the sounds of his whimpering.

“Y/N.” He hisses through teeth. “Y/N, please.”

The crack of his voice injures your conscience.

“I tried for you.”

Peter’s hands cup the backside of your thighs as his words stumble over each other in a hurry. “So try again with me.”

Your hands subconsciously entangle in his hair before you slowly bend down to plant a wistful kiss to the top of his head — more of a sob than a kiss, but Peter feels relief at the sensation of your lips on his body anyhow. Your fingers knot through the chestnut strands as they drift past the nape of his neck.

His hair smells like your old shampoo.

“Oh, Pete.” You sigh, allowing him to pull you into his arms. His hands are large against the curvature of your back, and he’s feverishly grasping at your skin under the touch of you.

The crushing embrace is one of love and yearning, but there’s an underlying heat in the way Peter takes you into his lap. Your arms are slung around his neck as his face buries itself beside your ear. The hitching of his breath reminds you that this is real — that you’re in his arms and he still loves you in a way that such words cannot describe.

“It’s not like this with anyone else.” He whispers, causing the wetness of his lips to transfer onto your skin. The peak of his nose drags against your cheek as his breath ghosts over you.

“Peter…” The name heeds as a warning when his lips come dangerously near yours. His eyes dance across your features; his heart shrivels at the sight of your cries and the shaking in your arms.

“Why are you scared?”

“If you kiss me, I’m afraid I’ll tell you all the things I never got to tell you.” You whimper when he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

“You can tell me anything you want.” He speaks breathily as his lips follow along your jaw. “Tell me you miss me.” Kiss. “Tell me you hate me.” Kiss. “Tell me you need me, or you don’t.” Kiss. “Tell me you love me, Y/N. You can say anything and nothing will change.”

Peter gazes up at you. His eyes are glassy, and the loving brown hue of them is suddenly darker than you remember. You shake your head at him without a word, unable to talk with how your throat bubbles in rehashed misery. The brunette leans into you as you gently cradle the side of his face. You hesitate, and he catches it. His forehead presses up against yours. “You don’t need to do anything unless you want to.”

Peter’s comment causes a tear to slip out from the corner of your eye. A whine eases between your lips as you pull him closer towards you until your noses are touching.

He surveys your next move.

He prays you aren’t ready to close this chapter.

Peter loses any and all sound of mind when your lips clash against his. It’s hurried and messy, teeth bumping into each other with a clicking noise, accidental moans escaping your mouths. His hand softly holds you by the neck, while the other travels to the suppleness of your bottom to hold you up.

Your breathing is noisy, and Peter feels like he’s burning up a fever when you bite at his bottom lip. He doesn’t hide the aching groan that leaves him.

Nothing about the kiss is smooth.

Nothing about the way Peter touches you is innocent.

He’s completely sober at this moment. Any ounce of alcohol left in his system has faded as a result of how his body functions, and because Peter really wants to make the effort to remember this — you. He wants to savor every bite, every moan, every whisper of his name, every drop of you and every tear that leaves your eyes.

“I haven’t…” You pull away from him for relief. “… you know… in months.” Your tone is shy. The embarrassed blush on your cheeks makes Peter weak in the knees.

Peter nods in understanding. “Neither have I.” He plants a kiss on your sternum. “It’s okay.”

Your gaze doesn't leave him when his hand reaches around to hold your ponytail. He takes the band around your hair, gently tugging it out of place while being careful not to hurt you. He slips it around his wrist as messy strands fall around your face, cascading and framing each detail of you.

He runs his fingers through your part, humming at the way you shut your eyes. He sits forward and wraps your legs around his waist before he stands effortlessly; Peter’s strength makes you feel miniscule in his grasp until his lips find yours again and suddenly you can feel the fire within you growing.

Like second nature, Peter navigates your bodies to your bedroom, hoping that it is the same as it once was. The room is dark, and neither of you care for lights when Peter tenderly lays you out on the bed.

His lips leave yours and now he stands over your body.

You admire his face.

“Are your bruises okay?” The whisper melts into the heavy silence.

“Bruises have never stopped me when it comes to you.” He runs his hands down your legs before he’s kneeling on the floorboards, pulling you closer to the edge of the bed. He rids you of your heels, softly kissing the tops of your feet as he makes his way up your legs. “God, you’re perfect.” His mouth is wet on your skin and the saliva glistens in the shadows.

“Pete…”

“I need you, Y/N,” He whispers, fingers kneading at the flesh of your thighs, “Christ, all of you.” His nails are digging into you. His grip is rougher.

“Stop teasing.” You nudge him with your foot.

“Oh, baby, it’s not teasing.” Your eyes meet his brown ones in the dark as he slowly hikes your dress up your stomach, revealing your underwear. His laugh comes out as a scoff. You instantly pick up on the way his voice shifts to a lower tone, accenting his words as he takes off his sweater. “I can show you what teasing is if you want.”

Fuck.

“I missed you.” You confess. “I missed this.”

“Keep talking to me.” His breaths are ragged as he kisses the skin around your core. He’s pulling your knees apart, nibbling on the insides of your thighs as his chest hits the frame of the bed. “Work for it, Y/N.”

“Haven’t been touched like this. In a while.” You sit up on your forearms to watch Peter’s reaction. “Haven’t touched myself since we were together.”

He moans sinfully at the remark, moving to sit beside you with an amused chuckle until he’s pulling you into his lap again. His chest is flush against your back as he spreads your legs for you.

The mirror across the room is enough to tell you what he’s thinking.

“Is this what you were afraid to tell me?” His nose buries into your hair. He’s exhaling into your skin, jaw slack as he helps you push your panties down your thighs. You can only nod as you study your reflections in the glass. “That you can’t get off without me?” You let your head fall against his shoulder, sucking a mark on his neck. His throat flexes at the motion. “What do you want me to do with you?”

“Finger me, Peter.” You breathe out, caressing his jaw. Your lipstick stains his chin. “Please.”

His finger dips down between your folds. A mocking chuckle leaves him as you sigh at the feeling of him touching you. He toys with your clit, rubbing gentle circles against the nub.

“Just as beautiful as the day I met you.” He gazes longingly at your desperate state in the mirror, spurred on by the visual of your head thrown back in helpless desire. “Look at yourself. So needy, aren’t you?” The tip of his finger prods at your entrance. “Fuck, Y/N.” His other hand wraps around your throat, pressing on your pulse point.

His middle finger enters you, slowly curling inside you until he’s pumping the digit in and out of you. You can hear the sounds of your wetness accumulating around your folds, and it’s even dirtier now that Peter can see it in the mirror. His jaw hangs open in a ‘O’ as you shut your eyes, sighing against him as he adds another finger to fill you.

“Oh, Peter…” You whine, nearly closing your legs at the sudden feeling. You use your own fingers to touch your clit, moaning as the heel of Peter’s palm presses against your mound. “Fucking… god, it feels so good.”

“Yeah?”

Peter’s erection strains against the denim of his jeans, and you use your free hand to reach behind you to grasp him through the material. He moans raspily at the touch, eyebrows furrowing in satisfaction.

“Take your pants off.” You mutter into his lips as you eye him through heavy lashes. The ache between your thighs doesn’t go unnoticed, but getting Peter off was just as pleasurable as his fingers inside of you.

He smirks, “Yes, ma’am.”

You crawl off his lap, laying on your stomach as he rids himself of his underwear and jeans. You rest your chin in the palm of your hand as you watch him, licking your lips when his cock comes to view. He scoots closer to you, letting you take control as you wrap a fist around his length. Your dress rides up your backside, giving Peter a chance to gaze at the curve of your ass as your legs cross innocently in the air. His nostrils flare into a deep inhale as you take him into your mouth, suctioning your lips around his tip.

He controls the urge to snap his hips into you, wanting to bask in the feeling of you sucking him off. Your lips pepper the underside of his cock; your stare never leaves him as you peer up doe-eyed and trusting.

“So big,” You mumble before your head bobs down and takes him fully into your mouth.

“Jeez, Y/N.” Peter can see the outline of his tip from the bulge in your cheek, and he chuckles shakily when your hand splays out onto his stomach as you squeeze your lips around him. “God, fuck, y-your mouth…” He’s throbbing and his voice comes out broken and needy. “Oh, baby, so good.”

Baby.

The pet name makes you clench your thighs together.

A string of saliva connects your lips to his cock when you pull off for air, nearly gasping as your throat opens up again. There’s tears in your eyes from the way his girth filled your mouth. Peter doesn’t hesitate to wipe them away from your face, cooing softly as your mascara stains your skin.

“I got you, Y/N. I got you.” He shushes you, rubbing your back as you cough. “Hey, don’t tire yourself.”

You rest your cheek against him, lazily pumping his length in your hand as you shake your head. “I’m sorry, wanna make you cum.”

“I’ll cum when you do.”

You chuckle in reminiscence. “Always a giver, Pete.”

“Well, only for you.”

“Hm, really?” You pump him at a slow pace. He hisses audibly with a wordless nod of his head. You can see the yearning on his face. “I want you inside me. Would you give me that?”

“I’ll give you anything you want, Y/N.”

You sit up on your knees, hand leaving the warmth of his cock as you grab onto his shoulders. Your lips drag down his face, capturing his mouth into a clumsy kiss that causes your limbs to tangle with one another. He carefully rolls you back onto the bed so that he’s on top, and he takes advantage of the moment to slip your body out of your dress.

Peter caresses your bare tits, burying his face in the valley of your breasts as he leaves a trail of hickies across your chest. He pins your wrists above your head with one hand, his other fingers rubbing your clit between the mess of your bodies.

“Tell me where you want me again.” His dilated eyes search yours hungrily while he grinds against you, awed by how your face contorts into pleasure. “Inside you?” You nod rapidly. “Stretch you out? Are you sure you can take me?”

“I’ve taken it before.”

He grins. “Good girl.” Peter runs his length down your folds, teasing your entrance with newfound patience that rattles you. You shut your eyes to focus on your breathing, until anxious thoughts make their way into your brain.

“Peter, wait.”

The boy stops immediately.

“What’s wrong?” His voice is soft with concern. He worriedly cups your face. “Did I hurt you? Are you okay?”

Your eyelids open reluctantly. With a rough gulp, you blink weakly at him. “If we have sex, what does this make us?”

He opens his mouth, yet nothing comes of it. You see the reality of the situation fall upon his features.

“Can’t I just have you for tonight?”

You feel a rush of tears approach. “And what about tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow, if you’d let me.” He kisses your nose. “And then the next day. And the day after. A week from now. A month.” His fingertips ghost over your ribs. “Take me back anytime you want, whenever you want. No matter how long it takes, I’m yours.”

You nod. “Okay.”

“You’re alright?” Peter pushes your hair back.

“Mhm, yeah.”

“Say yes for me, baby.”

“Yes, Pete.”

He looks at you one more time before his gaze shifts between your legs. Carefully, he pushes into you. You hold back a groan as your body adjusts to him. The sting hurts in a good way, and the aching of your core continues to build as Peter’s pelvis touches yours.

“Is this good?” He leans over, one hand on the bed while the other holds the back of your head. You moan in approval. “Can I move? Is that okay?”

“Y-Yes, thank you.” You hold his waist, mouth falling ajar as he pulls his cock back and thrusts in again. “Holy fuck, Peter.”

“Tell me if it hurts.”

“No, it feels good.” You bite his shoulder. “It feels so good.”

His strokes quicken, and Peter can’t take his eyes off of you when you moan wanton into his mouth. He does the same, teeth clashing against yours as your body jolts at his thrusts. He pushes your knees to your chest, pounding deeper inside you.

“Y/N, god.” He huffs, head hurting at the overwhelming feeling of you clenching around him. “You’re so tight.”

“It’s yours.” You smile at him.

“Say it, Y/N. All of it.”

“My pussy is yours.”

“Oh. Oh, baby.” His skin slaps against the back of your thighs. In the darkness, you see the sweat trail down his forehead and the need for release is written all over his face. “Fuck, Y/N, feels so good when it’s you.”

Peter’s eyes remind you that you can trust him.

“Hey, I love you.” You kiss the corner of his lips. “Look at me.”

He glances up at you to reassure himself that your words are real. “Again. Do that again.”

“I love you.”

“Say my name.”

“Peter, I love you.” He moans blissfully. It’s loud and gruff, but the sound reminds you of all the nights from before. The pit in your stomach finally drops when Peter grips you by the throat, thrusting into you rougher than before. “I’m gonna… baby, I’m gonna cum.”

“C-Can I cum inside you?” He pleads as you grip onto his wrists.

“Please.”

The choked statement of desire sends him over the edge, and the bedroom is filled with a song of your moans and grunts as you cum around his cock. Peter follows quickly, unable to fathom the sensation of you squeezing around him like you wouldn’t ever let him go. A whimper escapes him as he finishes and lets his body collapse on top of yours.

“Holy shit.” He laughs against your neck, peeling his fingers away from the stickiness of your skin. “Are you okay?” You nod with a satisfied expression, motioning for him to pull out.

The ache in your core is replaced with emptiness from the lack of Peter, and he hums apologies as his cum begins to leak onto your bedsheets. “S’okay.” You assure him, arms reaching for his tall frame as he finally lays beside you.

“Y/N...” He turns to you.

You wave him off sleepily. “Peter, we’ll talk in the morning.”

“Okay.”

“Promise when I wake up you’ll be here, yeah?”

“As long as we don’t end up yelling at each other.”

You laugh at his comment, but part of you is fearful. “Peter, I’m serious.”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’ll be here.” He kisses your cheek without second thought, inhaling the scent of himself on your skin. “Promise.”

-

The chirping of birds draws you out of your sleep. The sunlight is bright, yet the bed feels oddly cold. Your throat feels sore, and there’s an unmistakable smattering of familiar fingerprints on your body as you open your eyes.

Peter.

Your hand instinctively reaches for the space beside you.

“Peter?”

The side of his bed is empty. The duvet is pulled away messily, but the indent of his body is still clear as day in the mattress. Your pillowcases smell of him and sex, and you frown at the lack of his presence. Reluctantly, you get up, ignoring the soreness between your thighs when your feet touch the hardwood floor. You slip on the nearest shirt, shivering from the cool air with a frown on your lips.

He promised. He fucking promised.

You feel the build-up of tears in your eyes as you step into the hallway.

Disappointment. Anger. Hurt. Betrayal?

There’s a humming that comes from the kitchen.

“Peter?”

Silence. Then, a loud clatter.

“In here!”

The raspiness of his voice puts you at ease. Your shoulders relax at the familiar sound, and you level the pace of your breathing as you head into the other room. Peter stands by the stove, an apron around his sculpted chest as he focuses on the pan in front of him.

“You found it.”

“Found what? Also, you’re welcome for — for the cooking by the way.” He gestures at you with a spatula, wagging it at you jokingly.

“You found my apron.” You approach him with short strides, wrapping your arms around yourself as you snap out of your trance. “And thanks. Sorry. I thought…”

“You thought I left?” He glances at you with raised brows. “Have at least a little faith in me.”

“Sorry. I just — you know me, overthinker.”

You notice then that the apartment looks different. There’s stringy cobweb garlands on the ceiling, connected to the little hanging lamp above your dining table.

A long banner made of web that reads ‘Happy Birthday!’ sits above your front door.

Oh.

Peter takes advantage of your silence, coming to hold you by your waist as you stare dumbfounded at the decorations.

The room doesn’t feel so empty anymore.

“Happy birthday, by the way.” He kisses your shoulders, cradling your face in his hands as he bumps his nose against yours.

“Peter…”

“I know, I didn’t have to.”

“But why…” You puff your cheeks.

“It’s the least I could do since I ruined your girls’ night.” He clears his throat. “And for having sex with you.” He looks away in embarrassment, gazing at the ceiling as if he was talking to himself. “When clearly we’re exes.”

You squeeze his side as you blurt out, “I wanna try again with you.”

“You know, it’s completely fine if you wanted a one time thing like…” Peter still doesn’t meet your stare, clearly unaware that you’re even talking to him. “I mean, I had fun and — and I know I said some stuff and — like I was pretty sober for most of it so you know if I rehashed things…”

“Pete.”

“And I’m sorry for being such a shitty ex like…” You press a hand over his chest, hoping to catch his attention. “I didn’t show up just to have sex or — or hookup.”

“Peter.”

“I’m serious that I want you back—“

You shake his shoulders. “Peter Parker, will you just listen to me?”

He finds your eyes in the chaos of his words. “Sorry.”

“I want you, too.” You purse your lips. “I’m sorry, I should’ve told you how I felt instead of running away. I was just scared.”

“If anything, I’m the one who should be running away.” Peter rests his chin on top of your head, embracing you against his chest. “Every second I spend with you…”

“I don’t wanna hear it.” You smile sadly. “I know what I got myself into.”

He ignores the pang in his heart at the thought of losing you again, but in worse conditions. “I meant it when I said I love you. With you, it’s — it’s different.” He takes your jaw, pulling your face up to look at him. “I like it here with you.”

You grin against his lips. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“Is it just me or is something burning?”

“Fuck, sorry!”

Peter supposed that maybe your chapter together did end at one point. He supposed that maybe it was time for those old pages to be tucked away, for the whole novel of poetry and conversations to turn over into memories and merely live in the cracks of his heart where it could never be opened again. But Peter realizes that there was a reason your relationship ended — to make room for another book, another chapter, a sequel.

Maybe you were always the right person and it was always the right timing. Maybe the two of you just needed to rewrite your story.

Peter knows to finish a book before starting another one.

He can’t wait to see what this new novel holds.

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Reminder that Stonewall wasn’t about marriage equality. Stonewall was about police brutality. It was about systemic abuse and subordination. Stonewall was spearheaded by black trans women. As we celebrate Pride 2020, within the context of the Black Lives Matter riots, it’s imperative that we remember that.

Riots in protest of police brutality are the reason that we have more rights today. Do not forget your roots.

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Bucky/Sebastian Stan Fic Rec 3

I will probably be making one of these at the end of every month. Make sure you check out the author’s other works too! If you want me to edit and of the descriptions of any of your works please message me.

Series

Sebastian Stan [2 Parts; Completed] Summary: Sebastian isn’t doing that well during quarantine and he convinces you to stay with him. By @justimagaine

Swipe Right [3 Parts; Completed] Summary: You’re forced to download Tinder and comes across Bucky’s profile with an ultra-cocky bio. What happens after the two of you match? 2–3. By @softboibarnes

Married [15 Parts; WIP] Summary: You’re in love with Sebastian and you’re one of his three best friends however he finds a woman he loves and marries her. By @soldierallen

The Proposal [5+ Parts; WIP] Summary: When you are about to get deported Fury comes up with a last resort, a marriage to the guy who’s been working with you for the past year. Only one problem: you hate each other. By @writeyourmindaway

Social Media

Spy [16 Parts; Completed] Summary: Cap and Sam recruit a new Super Soldier whilst on a mission in Paris. When she moves into the Avengers tower, she immediately hits it off with everyone, except Bucky. Will they ever make it past their differences enough to realize just how perfect they are together? By @vibraniumdaisies

Promise [7+ Parts; WIP] Summary: You and Bucky met when you guys were kids. Everyone that didn’t know you thought that you were both dating, everyone that knew you thought that you both should be dating each other. “We’re just friends” “Yeah, We’re just friends” were what you both will say when others ask if you’re dating. But are you both really “just friends”? By @ceeellewrites

Frenemies [8 Parts; Completed] Summary: Bucky moves into the tower and gives you a cold shoulder. You make it your mission to find out why. By @imaginingbucky

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I’ve Made A Huge Mistake - Drabble

Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Peter leaves the house for the first time since his identity was revealed to the world.

Word Count: 510

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Peter hadn’t left the house for two weeks, only surviving by Aunt May and her periodically bringing him food and giving him support. His messages had been flooded with requests for interviews, any information about him being Spiderman. The word was out and Peter was well and truly terrified of the reaction. May had taken his phone away at first, allowing him to deal with the truth being out before he had to face any of the backlash that could come. He’d talked to Ned and MJ a few times, but otherwise ignored the outside world.

“Peter.” She said, poking her head through the door. He flicked his eyes up to meet her, acknowledging her with a small smile before going back to aimlessly staring back at the wall. “Got you some food.” She passed him a sandwich. She sat behind him, letting him rest his head on her chest as he slowly ate. Gently, she raked her fingers through his hair to calm him down. “You wanna try today?” Peter shrugged. “You don’t have to, but ignoring everything isn’t going to make it go away.”

“I know.” He mumbled.

“You could always go out as Spiderman, swing around a little, out of anyone’s sight.”

“Maybe.”

“Or at least go to Ned’s or MJ’s. Just to get out the apartment.” She suggested.

“Okay.” Peter placed his plate on the bedside table, turning to cuddle into her.

“It’ll be fun, we can put you in a little disguise, the hat and sunglasses. What all the real heroes do.” She joked, attempting to lighten the situation. “I’ll be with you the whole time if it gets too much we’ll come straight home.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.” She whispered into his hair. “Now please go shower, you kinda smell.”

“Can you join me?” He asked shyly.

“If it’ll get you to wash.” She laughed, dragging a now grinning Peter behind him. 

An hour later they were on the busy streets of New York. Peter kept his head firmly down, his heart and mind racing. The only thing keeping him slightly sane was his hand interlaced with hers. His eyes were too focused on the ground to notice a young boy about to run into his legs. The kid couldn’t have been older than seven. He stared up at Peter, suddenly widening his eyes in shock.

“You’re Spiderman.” The kid said in awe. She felt Peter freeze-up and lowered down to the young boys level.

“Yeah he is, but you gotta keep it a secret.” She explained to the excited kid.

“Are you his friend?” She nodded at him, finally finding it in himself to react.

“So can you help Spiderman out?” She asked.

“Yeah, I won’t tell anyone.”

“Thanks, you’re a big help.” Peter smiled, waving the kid goodbye as his mother called him back over.

“See, it isn’t that bad.” She nudged him. They walked on a little before Peter stopped and pulled her into him, planting a light kiss on her mouth.

“Thank you.” He muttered against her lips.

“No problem Spiderman.”

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Freaky Friday

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky and her hate each other, but maybe switching bodies can help with that.

Warnings: Smut

Word Count: 1865

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Her and Bucky hated each other, that was the only fact they could agree on. Everyone at the compound knew the smartest thing to do was to keep them apart unless they wanted to be in the crossfire of a petty fight. Leaving the two of them on their own while the other Avengers were on a mission wasn’t their first choice, but it was the only one they had. Her and Bucky were hit with a mysterious, unknown substance on the previous mission. And until people were confident there were no side effects, Bucky and she were under house arrest, trapped in the compound. 

“God, you have no fucking respect for people’s properties.” She screamed, storming into the lounge.

“What are you complaining about now?” Bucky groaned, dragging his eyes away from the late-night movie to look at the angry woman in front of him.

“You put your shirt in with my laundry.”

“Is that really what you’re making a huge deal out of.”

“When you put your red shirt in with my white clothes it is. Now they’re all fucking pink.”

“Oh, you poor thing, how will you possibly cope.” Bucky replied sarcastically.

“You are such an asshole. You can’t even find it in you to say sorry.” Bucky simply rolled his eyes in response. “Oh fuck you.” She shouted, throwing the now pink shirt in his face before walking off. She stormed to her room, stripped down to her tank top and panties. She lay down in her bed and tried to ignore the frustration she felt to try to get some sleep. Meanwhile, Bucky was sat contemplating his actions. He realised he was in the wrong, and should probably apologize. But there was something about the look on her face when she got her way that set off some feeling in the pit of his stomach. A feeling he wanted to forget about. An hour or so later he also made his way back to his bedroom. He removed his metal arm for the night, removed all clothes minus his boxers, and slipped under his covers.

The next morning she awoke to feel oddly heavier. Despite this, one half of her felt much lighter, creepily lighter. She opened her eyes, terrified to see a missing arm. She immediately pushed herself back. When she looked down she saw a hard plane of muscles rather than her usual chest. Her heart began to race faster, thoughts spinning in her head. She rushed to the nearest mirror, letting out a low pitched scream when she saw Bucky’s face staring back at her.

Across the hall, Bucky woke startled. He raised a hand to rub his head without thinking, a few seconds later realising he shouldn’t have that arm. He stared at the hand, a smaller softer limb replaced his. A few moments later Bucky saw a mirror image of himself burst into the room. He instantly jumped to his feet.

“Who the hell are you?” Bucky demanded, putting his hand to his throat when a female voice left his lips.

“It’s me.” The doppelganger replied. “Except your me and-” Bucky glanced down his top. He was definitely in a female body. He ran to the mirror, quickly followed by her.

“We’ve switched bodies.” Bucky said in awe. The two of them stared at their reflections, inspecting new faces carefully. Before long Bucky cupped his breasts, pushing them up and together.

“Get your hands off my boobs.” She demanded.

“Well, technically they’re my boobs.” Bucky said, still not removing his hands.

“I said get off.” She wrenched his hands away, snatching his wrists in one of her hands.

“Oww, what the hell?” Bucky shrieked. Thanks to the super-serum, Bucky’s body was much stronger than her own. And she had no experience or control over this power.

“I’m sorry, you’re a lot stronger than me.”

“It’s fine. We’ve changed.” He responded surprisingly civilly. “I mean I’m a lot hotter now.” He said, turning to admire his ass. She clenched her jaw, moving to her wardrobe to grab the baggiest clothes she owned and pushed them into Bucky’s chest.

“Just put the clothes on and stop talking about my body.” Bucky raised his hands in surrender, reluctantly putting the clothes on. “Can you help me put your arm back on?”

“Yeah sure.” They walked back into Bucky’s room. He found the arm and carefully secured it. “Okay, you need to relax your shoulder. Then slowly begin to move your fingers, then your hand and move up your arm. It might glitch throughout the day cause you’re not used to it but just reset the movements. Fingers, wrist, elbow, shoulder, full arm.” He explained.

“Thanks.” She said before retreating back to her own room. They avoided each other for the next couple hours, each trying to adjust to their new bodies. All while desperately searching for a cure. 

She eventually had to leave her room to get food. In the kitchen, Bucky was sitting on the counter eating a bowl of cereal. She poured herself a bowl and sat opposite him.

“So,” Bucky said, breaking the silence, “I was thinking.”

“That’s new.” Bucky shot her an annoyed look.

“As I was saying. I’ve been thinking that we should have sex.” He said bluntly. She choked on her cereal.

“What the fuck.”

“I’m serious. You’re hot, and I’ve definitely thought about fucking you. Honestly, if you weren’t such bitch I would’ve asked you out ages ago.”

“Wow, you really are great at flirting.”

“Alright, I’m sorry, you’re only a bit of a bitch sometimes.” She scoffed at his comment. “But I do think we should fuck.”

“Why the hell would I want to sleep with you.”

“Oh come on doll. You wanna tell me you’ve never wanted to know what it feels like for a guy. Look me in the eye and say you haven’t touched my dick cause you’re wondering what it’s like.”

“Well, I-, you can’t just -” She stammered.

“It’s fine. I’ve been doing the same. You’re curious about it, I’m sure as hell curious. So why not.” She thought about it for a while. She was curious, and when would there ever be an opportunity like this again.

“Fine.”

“Wait really.” Bucky said, shocked.

“Yeah, why not.”

“Okay, okay. We gotta do the whole shebang, this is probably our only chance.”

“So what are you waiting for.” They quickly made their way to her room. Soon they were quickly stripping out of their clothes, immediately getting to business. Bucky lay back on the bed and she crawled on top of him, caging him in.

“Okay, it’s gonna feel a little weird at first, might be a bit uncomfortable. But I promise it’ll feel good after you get used to it.” She warned him before slowly inserting one finger into Bucky. Bucky gasped, pushing his hips up. “You okay?”

“Yeah, just give me a second.”

“This will help.” She said, flicking her thumb over the clit at just the right angle. Bucky’s discomfort morphed into pleasure.

“How’d you-”

“It’s my body, I know exactly what I like.” Bucky nodded at her response.

“Oh that’s good, more.” Bucky moaned. She complied, adding another finger while darting out her tongue to stripe up the slit. She kept going, upping the pace until she felt Bucky’s cum on her tongue.

“How was that?” She asked cockily, observing Bucky’s blissed-out expression.

“Holy fuck, that was - that was.” He tried to form a sentence, “And you can just go again, straight away?”

“Yeah, I can usually come like three times before I start to get really exhausted.” She confirmed.

“That’s fucking awesome.” Bucky pushed himself up, “And as good as that was doll, I wanna get down to the real action.” He pulled her up, kissing her passionately and grabbing the cock and jacking it off a few times. She let out a loud groan, quickly lining herself up and pushing in. It was strange for the both of them, feeling what the other sex experienced during, well, sex. It was all new to them, she got to feel the warm, tight grip, and Bucky got that perfect mix of pain and pleasure from the stretch. Moans filled the room, not letting up until the two of them came down from their highs.

"Jesus Christ that was amazing." She said between hey heavy breaths.

"Glad we did it?"

"Definitely." She admitted easily.

"So it feels like that every time for you?"Bucky asked.

"Sometimes the guy'll go a little too hard, and it just hurts. But when they get the balance right, it's fucking phenomenal, feel that good." When she went to sit back up the arm jammed. Bucky could tell she was about to get frustrated and soon intervened.

“Remember, fingers, wrist, elbow, shoulder, full arm.” He reminded her, cupping her hand in his own. “Fingers.” He repeated as she gained some control back, helping her to move them again, “Wrist, elbow, shoulder, full arm.” With his assistance, she got most of the movement back.

“How do you deal with this every day?” She questioned.

“I’m just used to it. Besides what else can I do?” He laughed a little glumly. “It’s not all that bad, definitely not the worse I deal with.”

“Nightmares?” Bucky nodded. “Yeah join the club. Look I know me saying this won’t really make any difference, you gotta accept it yourself. But what you did wasn’t your fault.”

“I know, it’s what everyones been telling me. I just got things to work out first. You know, I’ve read your file, the same goes for you.” He tried to reassure her.

“I was fully aware of what I was doing.”

“You were a kid, you weren’t thinking for yourself, you did what your parents told you to do.”

“So all the people I killed, all the lives I ruined, completely fine.” She scoffed.

“You weren’t in control. When you got old enough to be genuinely aware of what you were doing, you left, cut all ties and turned to fighting against people like that.” She turned away from, sinking into the bed. She heard Bucky sigh behind her. He slid down, deciding he wanted to sleep in her bed tonight. She flipped back over, cuddling into Bucky.

“Thank you.” She mumbled as the two of them fell asleep.

When the next morning rolled around they found themselves back in their own bodies, She felt Bucky shift behind her, going to move out of the bed.

“Leaving already?” She asked.

“Didn’t think you’d want me here much longer.” He replied sheepishly.

“Y’know, I had fun last night.”

“Really.” He brightened up slightly.

“Yeah, you can stay if you want.” Bucky was instantly back in the bed, wrapping his arms around her.

A few hours later the rest of the team returned, all shocked to find Bucky sat on the coach with her resting her head in his lap. Bucky gently runs his fingers through her hair.

“What the hell happened with you two?” Tony asked, sharing the same sheer shock of the rest of the team.

“Guess we learnt to walk in each other’s shoes for a while.”

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Call Me

Quentin Beck x Reader

Requested by  morganofthecoves1 “ Hey! Would you ever consider doing a Quentin Beck x Plus Size Reader????? Idk, the reader works for Fury and gets close to Beck but she gets close to him when she thinks that he is from a different universe. Quentin properly likes her though.”

Sorry it’s short, hope you like it

Words: 593

Fury left the interrogation room, glancing at her. To two of them had picked up Quentin Beck in Mexico. And for the better part of the last 24 hours, Fury had been relentlessly questioning him, trying to ensure Beck’s story was real.

“You got those charts?” Fury asked. She was his top desk agent, the one he trusted to guide him through missions, with the most top-secret information he possessed.

“Yeah, there’s been this insane underground impulses everywhere those elementals have attacked. It backs up the guy’s story. And I don’t know how to explain those powers he had.” She explained, showing him the graphs matching with each locations attack. “Do you trust him?”

“Yes.” He replied bluntly. “Get in there.” Fury instructed, handing her a file before walking away. She stepped into the blank empty room. In the middle sat Beck. Her breath was instantly taken away by the man in front of her. He was almost annoyingly attractive. She felt his eyes rake over her body, admiring every last curve. 

“Hello, Mr Beck.” She said, sitting in the opposite chair.

“Please, call me Quentin.” 

“Hello, Quentin,” She stuck her hand out to greet him. Quentin held onto her hand for a couple seconds too long. “Um, okay.” She flushed. “I’m going to be your tech woman if you need something from Fury or any of his team, contact me.”

“Don’t worry I’ll definitely be contacting you.” He flirted, sitting back in his seat.

“Professional Mr Be-, Quentin. You’ll contact me professionally.”

“Of course, I wouldn’t dream of doing anything else.” Quentin put his hands up in surrender, but his smirk suggested otherwise. “But, here’s a hypothetical. If, for any reason, I happen to contact you for a none personal reason. How would you react?” She blushed slightly at his implications. She couldn’t deny her attraction, and he was being frustratingly smooth right know. 

“In your hypothetical, what would you be talking to me about?” She flirted back.

“Well, I might start by getting to know you better and then I’d discover you were just as beautiful on the inside as you clearly are on the outside. Then after a couple weeks of that, I’d ask you to dinner, some cheesy candlelit Italien place obviously.”

“Oh of course.” She nodded, thoroughly enjoying this idea.

“And then we’d grab a coffee together a few days later. That would lead to a few more dates. Dinner and a movie, picnics, farmer’s market, every cliche date in the book. And one thing would lead to another and we’d end up dating.”

“Well, I think myself, within this imaginary idea, would be completely on board with this idea. In fact, I think I’d be ecstatic.” A grin grew on Quentin’s face.

“I’m glad to hear that.” He smiled bashfully.

“But aside from, which we can get back to later, I need you to read up on this file. It’ll give you all the information you need on how our team can help you. There are some forms I need you to sign agreeing to work with us. And there’s a couple of other pieces to catch you up with our procedures. I highly recommend familiarising yourself with these before the next meeting.” She explained, pulling out all the pieces and guiding him through it. Soon it came time for her to leave, for both her and Quentin to get on with their own jobs.

“It was lovely meeting you.” Beck smiled as she went to leave the room.

“If you have any ‘professional’ queries, call me.”

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I’ve Made A Huge Mistake {12/12}

Peter Parker x Reader, Quentin Beck x Reader

Summary: Peter just wanted to enjoy his trip to Europe, maybe even confess his feelings to his best friends.But along came a mysterious new hero to ruin those plans. Peter and his class are aged up and in college.

Warnings: smut

Word Count: 1847

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This is technically the last chapter, but I will be writing a few drabbles to go along with the series, if anyone has any requests.

Around a week later Peter and her were safely back in New York, laying together on his dorm room bed. Beck had been arrested and Fury and a legal team were working adamantly to form a case against him. They looked into him to find his past at Stark Industries, along with slowly revealing the team he worked with. William and Victoria had been arrested and were cooperating on a plea deal to uncover the full extent of Beck’s plans.

But for now, the pair were cuddling, comfortable in their pyjamas watching Ferris Bueller. The daisy necklace was still sat on her chest, the same place it had been she’d gotten it. Peter stared down at her, relieved she was safe. She looked more relaxed than she had been since London, simply caught up in the enjoyment of the film. Eventually, she felt his gaze, flicking her eyes up to meet his.

“What?” She smiled.

“I’m in love with you.” He confessed without thinking. Her face switched instantly, softening in a confused way.

“What?”

“I’m sorry, I, I shouldn’t have said that.” He backed away from her. He felt absolutely terrible, she was in a vulnerable position and Peter in no way wanted to take advantage of her. “You can tell me to fuck off if you want, or go away or anything. I’m just sorry.” He stood up, stressing over what he’d just done.

“Why would I tell you to go away? This is your dorm?”

“Cause I was one who just fucked everything up.”

“Do you mean it?”

“I-I,” He could make up some lie, some excuses, something to try to get him out of this situation. But he had to own up to his feelings like a man. “Yes.”

“Really?” “I’ve loved you since we were kids. I bought that necklace and I had this whole plan to tell you, but then-”

“Life got in the way.”

“Yeah.” He admitted, running his hands through his hair nervously. “I completely understand if you don’t feel the same way. And if you don’t, I don’t want anything to change. I still want to be your friend, and I-”

“Peter.” She cut him off, pulling his hands out of his hair, holding them in hers. “I love you too.”

“Wait really.” He replied shocked, cupping her face in his hands.

“Yes. I’ve loved you for so fucking long, but I was too scared to say anything. And then I thought you liked MJ.”

“You thought I liked MJ.”

“Yeah, you guys seemed really close and, you know. I got jealous.” She explained bashfully.

“We’re friends, I’ve never liked her like that. And you were jealous of me, seriously. I was always the one who was jealous of all the guys staring at you, not the other way around.”

“Are you really that blind? Do you actually not see how many girls fancy you?” Peter rolled his eyes, blushing slightly, “C’mon, you got that whole hot nerd thing going for you.”

“And you like that?”

“Absolutely, I always go for the annoyingly smart guys.” She joked, “And as much as I want to jump into this, but I can’t right now. I just got so caught up with Beck and that was a fucking mess. And I know if I throw myself into another relationship one of us will end up hurt. I’m sorry.”

“No, no. You gotta do what’s right for you. And I will wait, however long you need, for you to be ready.” She pulled him into a tight embrace, nestling her head in his neck.

“I love you, Peter Parker.”

Six weeks later the two of them sat in the court, waiting to be called to the witness stand. Peter felt ridiculous sitting in his Spiderman suit while everyone else was in formal suits. He held onto her hand to relax the both of them. Each sweating at the thought of seeing Beck for the first time since London. The man was soon dragged out into the room and the hearing began. Beck was being charged for a series of charges, from fraud to the destruction of the cities, right up to the deaths he caused through his malicious plans. She kept her head up, refusing to make eye contact with the older man trying to stare at her. For the most part, she blocked out what was going on during the hearing, not even realising she was being called up to the witness stand until Peter was shoving her up.

“Mr Beck, please describe your relationship with the witness.” The prosecutor asked.

“Well, we know each other very intimately.” He smirked. She clenched her jaw in response, trying to ignore his comment, knowing he was just trying to fuck with her. “We were involved in a romantic and sexual relationship while the two of us were in Europe.”

“And how do you respond?” The lawyer turned to ask her, “Were you complicit within this relationship?”

“Yes, everything was consensual.”

“And considering his character, why would you travel through Europe with him?”

“Because at the time I, like everyone else, believed his story. I got caught up with the idea I had of him.”

“And why did you stay with him after you found out his true character?”

“When I first found out I was alone with him in a foreign country with no way of getting home on my own. I was scared of what he’d do. And later he threatens to kill my friends if I didn’t comply with his plans. Beck was trying to blackmail me into staying with him.”

“And when did you figure out he was lying?”

“I was in a hotel room, unpacking our stuff, and I found illusion technology initially created for Stark Industries within his Mysterio suit. Then I realised the elementals were fake and if that was fake, I thought everything else would be.” A few more questions were asked before she was allowed to sit back down.

“The jury had spoken.” The judge announced a few hours later. “Finding Mr Beck guilty for all accused crimes and will be given three life sentences at a maximum-security prison with no opportunity for parole.” They said before smacking the gabble down. She watched Beck being assorted from the courtroom back to his holding cell. The experience was oddly therapeutic for her. With the truth out there and Beck behind bars, she could truly put this unfortunate chapter behind her. She and Peter made their way back to his dorm. Peter pulled off his mask before turning back to face her.

“We did it,” Peter said, hugging her, “It’s all over now.” She wrapped her arms around her neck, pulling back a few moments later. She traced her fingers over his cheeks, a dumb grin on her face. Within her mouth was on his. It was gentle, but with an underlying passion of years of built-up feelings.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Peter mumbled against her lips, “You sure about this, you’re definitely ready?”

“Yeah, like you said, it’s over.” She kissed him again, walking the two of them over to Peter’s bed, pulling him on top of her. She traced her tongue over his bottom lip. She moved her hand, tracing her nails down his chest and lightly grazing over his groin. Peter let out a gasp.

“So you wanna do it, do it?” He asked nervously.

“Yeah, if you wanna too.”

“Yes, yes. I really want this.” Peter nodded eagerly. He immediately pressed the spider logo on his chest to loosen his suit. She pushed the suit of his shoulders, pushing it off his body. And removing the tight material helped the growing strain in his underwear. Peter slowly unzipped her dress, she raised her hips slightly to help him shimmy the dress off. Peter looked at her body in complete awe. She raised to a sitting position, unclipping her bra and sliding it off before lying back down on the bed. Peter crawled back on top of her, gently kissing his lips, down to her neck and further down to reach her chest. He ghosted his finger over a nipple, flicking his eyes back up to her when he heard a soft moan. “God, I’ve dreamed about this for so long.” Peter whispered.

“I hope I live up to your expectations.”

“This is so much better.” He kissed further down her stomach, loving every inch of her body. He reached her panties, brushing over the lace. “Can I?”

“Please.” She let out breathily. He pulled the thin fabric down her legs, taking her calf in one hand to kiss back up towards her core. Experimentally, he flicked his tongue over her clit. She moaned, grasping at the bedsheets below. Pleased with the reaction, Peter went in again, more confidently. Her back arched as she snapped one hand from the bed to Peter’s curls. A coil built up before Peter finally tipped her over the edge.

“Fuck Peter, feels so good.” She moaned. Peter felt a surge of pride rush through his body. He’d just made the girl of his dreams cum. She pulled him back up, pushing his boxer’s waistband down. Peter helped, shrugging them off, groaning embarrassingly loudly when she wrapped her smaller hand around his cock. “I want you in me.” She whispered in his ear. And that had to be the sexiest thing Peter had ever heard. He pushed into her, bottoming out hastily. They both moaned, gripping onto one another for dear life. He pulled back out more slowly, then thrusting back in. He immediately set the pace, slow, deep and loving. It was the most passionate thing either of them had ever felt. Everything else was completely irrelevant. All that mattered was the two of them in the moment. They were completely immersed with each other. Soon they were both coming down from their highs, wrapping around each other’s bodies.

“I love you so fucking much.” She said.

“I love you too, more than you could possibly know.”

Everything was going perfectly, at least for that night. The next morning she reached over to check her phone, only to see her twitter blowing up.

“Peter, Peter.” She shook him awake.

“What’s going on.” He said, dazed.

“You’re trending on twitter.”

“It’s probably cause of the trial.”

“No, you’re trending, not Spiderman.” Peter shot up at that. They opened the app to see a final interview with Beck. Within it, he revealed Spiderman to be Peter. He dropped his head into his hands.

“I’ve made a huge mistake.” Peter sobbed into his hands.

“Hey, hey, hey.” She said, running her hands through his hair to try relax him, soothe his woes just a bit. “Why would you think this is your fault.” 

“Cause I showed him who I was and I should have -” “We’re going to get through this.”

“You promise.” Peter said between panicked breaths.

“I promise. I’m gonna be right by your side and it’s going to be alright. You haven’t made a mistake.” She reassured him.

“Not with you.”

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I’ve Made A Huge Mistake {11/?}

Peter Parker x Reader, Quentin Beck x Reader

Summary: Peter just wanted to enjoy his trip to Europe, maybe even confess his feelings to his best friends.But along came a mysterious new hero to ruin those plans. Peter and his class are aged up and in college.

Warnings: Violence in later chapters, manipulation, age gap

Word Count: 1697

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“How’s the suit coming?” Happy asked as they neared London.

“Almost done.” Peter answered him, “Wait, wait, wait. If something happens, can you give this to her.” He asked, pulling out the daisy charm necklace he’d bought back in Venice.

“You’re gonna give it to her yourself.” Happy reassured him. “You got this, I’m going to get your friends.” Peter took a deep sigh trying to pump himself up. Fully motivate himself for the fight about to come. He watched the final parts of his suit being formed, the spider emblem being placed in the centre of the chest.

Thick clouds grouped around London Bridge. Ned and MJ’s worry increased as they observed it. They soon found themselves sprinting off the bus, ducking under the sparks flying and their bus being drawn into the sky. The monster kept growing, far bigger than any that had attacked before. A skeleton-like face emerged from the thunder clouds, roaring before destroying parts of the bridge and blasting the surrounding walls. 

Happy flew his jet high above the illusions until they were at the centre of it. Then, Peter jumped from the plane, releasing a parachute. He landed on one of the many drones on the inside of the elemental. He looked around to see a series of drones all flying around the hollow middle to perfectly project the image.

“This is awesome.” Peter mumbled under his breath. He soon began jumping from drone to drone, webbing them together. Once they were all interlocked he dropped down. “I hope this works.” He muttered as he shot a wave of electricity through them all. Seconds later the projectors began to malfunction. The illusions began to shut off, slowly revealing the London sky. As they disappeared, Peter caught sight of Beck’s hiding spot. He began to swing his way over to the bridge.

“EDITH give me some protections.” Beck ordered. Right before Peter reached the bridge he was hit by a drone, snapping his web and sending him falling down to the bridge below.

“Peter!” She screamed, slamming her hands against the window as she watched her best friends cough and splutter as he tried to get back up.

“Just kill it, just kill the illusion.” Beck told William.

“No, they’ll see it.”

“They’ll see what I want them to see.” Beck replied, fully losing his cool. She turned back to see him, now well and truly terrified of this man. 

“Okay, okay.” William shut them all off, the whole elemental disappearing. Showing all the drones to the civilians below. 

“EDITH, target Parker.” Peter ran, jumped and swung to try to avoid the shots being fired at him. The other few drones focused on Happy and their friends he had picked up. She stayed there, stuck in that bridge, unable to help her friends. Beck watched her friends run into the Tower of London, keeping a drone following them.

“Beck, stop, I’m doing what you want.” She cried at him, trying to wrench one arm away from the other to stop him controlling the drone.

“Well, that was until your little spider friend came and sabotaged my plans.” He easily overpowered her, shoving her away from him. One of the drones hovered over her, threatening her if she tried to move again. Below them, Peter hid behind an abandoned taxi. He shot two webs at the towers above, bringing the taxi up with him, throwing it back down to destroy some of the drones.

“Going up.” Peter said to himself as he grabbed an upwards flying drone. When that one was shot down he connected to another. Then another. Then another. Soon he was forced back down to the bridge. He went to swing himself back up, only to find he’d run out of webs. He began to grab pieces of debris collapsed around him to create a makeshift bomb and a shield. He ran into the firing range, using the shield to defend himself before throwing the bomb into the main cluster of the drones. He used one of the drones to throw himself through the glass floor of where Beck was hidden. He punched the fishbowl-like monitor Beck was wearing, causing the older man to lose control over some of the drones. He looked over to the corner of the room, his heart dropping when he saw her cowering in fear, a drone guarding her. Before Peter could do any more damage he was shot down by one of the drones Beck could still use.

“Just give me back EDITH and leave her alone.” Peter demanded as he stood back up, ignoring the immense pain for the sake of the greater good.

“You want these.” Beck pulled out the glasses and gestured to her. “Well come get ‘em.” The drones projected an all-black scene onto the bridge, blocking out any real view of him or the drones. Peter took a deep breath, closing his eyes and allowing himself to rely on his spider-sense. He ran forward, moving to jump from wall to ceiling while simultaneously smashing any drone he came into contact with. Once the darkness had cleared Peter saw Beck stood, a tight grip on his struggling best friend. Beck dragged her outside of the indoor room, leading them to a ledge on the bridge. He held her dangerously close to the edge, closing his hand around her throat. All of Peter’s worst nightmares were coming true right in front of here. The thought of losing her made him feel physically sick.

“You lose EDITH and this fight, or you lose her.” Beck threatened. Peter watched her, tears forming in her eyes as she tried to form a proper sentence. He knew what his choice would be. As he went to step back and hold his hands up in surrender he heard a loud crash behind him and a deep groan. The image in front of him vanished and Peter senses flared up. Instantly he turned around to grab the gun a hunched over Beck was pointing at him. Behind Beck stood her, a ripped-off piece from a drone in her hands. It became clear to Peter that she had slammed Beck over the head.

“Oh my God,” She mumbled, an incredibly shocked expression covering her face. “I can’t believe I did that, that was really violent.” Peter couldn’t help but laugh at how ridiculous her reaction was right now.

“Not the time to worry about that.” Peter said.

“Yeah, yeah,” she hit Beck again, “You fucking asshole.” She screamed.

“Get out of here.” Peter told her, she nodded and ran out of the tower. Peter grabbed the glasses off Beck’s face as the other man fell to the floor.

“EDITH turn off the drones.”

“Biometric scan complete, welcome back Peter. Should I execute all cancellation programs.” EDITH asked.

“Do it, execute them all.” Peter ordered. Immediately all the drone flew away, back to the satellite they’d come from. Once he was confident he had succeeded and that Fury’s team was on their way to arrest a passed out Beck, he left the bridge.

Back on the ground, she ran into Happy and her friends. She hugged MJ as tightly as she could.

“He did it, Beck’s done.” She quickly explained to the group.

“Holy fuck, I was so scared.” MJ said before letting go. 

“Same. I wouldn’t be able to cope if anything happened to you guys.” She replied, feeling the tears build.

“Don’t be lame.” MJ said, failing to hide her real emotions. She turned, grabbing onto Ned.

“You’re safe. We thought you might die.” Ned exclaimed, clearly incredibly relieved.

“Me,” She replied, “I thought Beck was trying to kill you, I thought I’d lost you all.” She cried.

“Where’s Peter?” Happy asked her quietly.

“He’s fine, he did it, he’ll be down soon.” She explained.

“Oh, he asked me to give you this.” Happy said, reaching into his pocket to pull out the necklace. A few of the petals had snapped off during all the commotion. All the bright childhood memories of Peter giving her the homemade bouquets came flying back into her mind. 

“He got me this.” Her heart soared at the thoughtfulness of the gift. 

Happy escorted the group back to where the rest of the class was recovering. Peter was sat in one corner, back in his regular clothes. A first aider finished tending to the wounds on his body. She sprinted towards him, carefully pulling him into a hug to avoid hurting his injuries. Peter wrapped his arms around her waist, a weight finally lifting off his shoulders now that she was safe. 

“I’m so, so sorry. I should never have believed him. I should’ve realised the story was too far fetched, that it was all bullshit.”

“Hey, hey, it’s not your fault. He convinced Nick Fury his stories were real, if he could do that, he could make anyone trust him. Beck preyed on your kindness, he manipulated you, you aren’t in the wrong.” He reassured her, refusing to let go of her.

“How are you?” She asked, gently tracing her finger over a particularly bad cut on his face.

“It looks a lot worse than it is, most of this will be gone by the morning. Really, I feel more betrayed than actually hurt. What about you?”

“Physically, fine. Emotionally, definitely bruised.” She laughed a little, trying to make some light of the dire situation. She slumped down next to him. “I fucked a psycho. I fucked an actual super villain.” She admitted in defeat.

“Smart.” Peter joked, his heart sinking slightly.

“Wait,” She pulled away from him so she could take the necklace out of her pocket. “Happy gave me this.”

“No, it’s broken.” Peter complained, cupping it in his hands.

“I like it better that way, feels more like the gifts I’d get when we were kids. Thank you.” Peter grinned at her reaction. “Put it on for me.” She asked, turning around and brushing the hair off the back of her neck. Peter’s hands shook slightly as he clasped the necklace. It lay delicately on the centre of her chest. She rested her hand over it. “I love it Peter.”

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Hey! Would you ever consider doing a Quentin Beck x Plus Size Reader????? Idk, the reader works for Fury and gets close to Beck but she gets close to him when she thinks that he is from a different universe. Quentin properly likes her though. It's fine if you're not comfortable with it, thanks!!!

Yeah I’d love to, gonna wait until I’ve finished my current series but after that I’ll definitely write something for this

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I’ve Made A Huge Mistake{10/?}

Peter Parker x Reader, Quentin Beck x Reader

Summary: Peter just wanted to enjoy his trip to Europe, maybe even confess his feelings to his best friends.But along came a mysterious new hero to ruin those plans. Peter and his class are aged up and in college.

Warnings: Violence in later chapters, manipulation, age gap

Word Count: 1673

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Peter awoke, every atom in his body in almost unbearable pain. He felt a patch of dried blood on his cheek and the bruises forming under his eye. No matter how quickly he healed, he’d always go through that moment of agony. He looked down, noticing a bright orange football shirt draped over his torso. He looked around, seeing three other men, all with orange body paint and the Dutch flag painted over them.

“Hi.” The one to his left greeted him.

“Where am I?” Peter asked, still dazed.

“Municipal holding facility.”

“They said they found you unconscious at a train yard. Very dangerous.” Another said.

“We gave you the shirt because you looked a bit cold.” The final explained.

“Thanks,” Peter replied, his consciousness slowly coming back, “You guys are really nice, You speak really good English.” He continued to ramble.

“Welcome to the Netherlands.” They said in unison.

“I’m in the Netherlands, right now?” They all nodded in response, dread quickly filling Peter. “Guard!” Peter shouted, rushing towards the cell’s door.

“The guard’s on a break, properly talking to his wife.”

“Yeah, she’s pregnant.”

“Oh ja, what luck.” Peter wrapped his hand around the padlock, easily breaking it and stepping out of the cell. He left the facility unseen by the guard and made his way to the marketplace outside. He limped his way over to a man by a vegetable stall.

“Excuse me sir, can I borrow your phone.” The man immediately passed it over with a friendly smile, “Thanks, everyone’s so nice here.” He pondered on who to call. Calling her might put her in danger, MJ and Ned wouldn’t be able to do anything with him in the Netherlands, May would just freak out.

“Hi Happy, I messed up, I, I need a ride. Where am I? Um, sir, where am I?” The Dutchman answered, “Could you say that into here?” Peter handed the phone back over.

“Broek op Langedijk.”

“Thank you.” Peter said before walking out of the town centre. There was a vast tulip field a few minutes away, where Peter saw Happy’s jet landing.

“Peter, are you okay?” Happy asked, concerned as he stepped off the jet.

“Wait.” Peter raised his hand, still paranoid about Beck’s illusions. “Tell me something only you’d know.”

“What?”

“Just tell me, please.” He was desperate now.

“Okay,” Happy racked his brain for a second. “Remember when we went to Germany? You pay-for-viewed a video in your room? They didn't list the titles, but I could tell by the price it was an adult film at the front desk. And you didn't know how I knew-”

“Okay, okay, you can stop.” Peter cut him off, feeling heat rush to his cheeks.

“Come on, you need to relax.” Happy instructed once he was stitching Peter up.

“Don't tell me to relax, Happy! how can I relax when I've messed up so bad? I trusted Beck. Right? I thought he was my friend so I gave him the only thing that Mr Stark left behind for me and now he's going to kill my friends and half of Europe.” Peter snapped, “And, and she’s with, doing God knows what. I can’t get a hold of her, so I don’t know if she’s safe or dead in a ditch. She’s trapped with him and I didn’t do anything to stop it. So please don’t tell me to relax.” Peter continued, tears threatening to spill. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t shout. I just feel like I’m letting Mr Stark down. I can’t do it, I’m not Iron Man.”

“You're not Iron Man. You're never going to be Iron Man. Nobody can live up to Tony. Not even Tony. Tony was my best friend. And he was a mess. He second-guessed everything he did, he was all over the place. The one thing he did that he didn't second-guess was picking you. I don't think Tony would've done what he did... if he didn't know that you were going to be here after he was gone.”

“Thanks.” He mumbled.

“Tony really liked her.” Happy mentioned.

“Yeah.”

“Absolutely, when he first met her she walked into the lab, straight away corrected one of his calculations and then immediately started apologising profusely. And all Tony could do was laugh, that this teenage girl waltzed into his home with all the confidence in the world, then switched into this sweet little girl who didn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings. He thought it was all hilarious. He thought she was good for you. She was smart, kind, supportive and willing to put up with all the shit that comes with dating a superhero.”

“Oh, we, we weren’t or aren’t dating.” Peter turned slightly red at the implication.

“Never really understood that.” He muttered under his breath, “So, where to Spiderman?”

“Um, pass me your phone.” After Happy handed it over, Peter pulled up Instagram, finding Flash live streaming.

“Ello governor, cup of tea for you? I'mma be in London soon.” The voice rang out.

“We’re going to London. And I need a suit.”

“I’ve got you.” Happy pressed a button, opening a hidden compartment to reveal Stark’s old on-board building station. Peter grinned and got to work.

Across the ocean, in London, Beck was leading her up a bridge across the Thames, giving a spectacular view of the city.

“Shouldn’t you be preparing for the elemental attack.” She pointed out as they reached the top of the bridge tower.

“We’ve got another hour, I just need to show you something.” He dragged her by the hand out to the centre of the bridge. He wrapped a hand around her waist. “Look at that.”

“It’s beautiful.” She replied, admiring the multitude of skyscrapers clashing wonderfully with the historical buildings of the city.

“And see that bridge there.” He pointed out.

“Yeah.”

“Your friends are gonna be trapped there in about an hour.”

“What?!” She said, starting to panic a little.

“Shame that’s exactly where the elemental’s supposed to attack.” He noticed her breathing and heart rate increase rapidly. “Oh, you thought I didn’t know what you told them, that you know about my dirty little secret.”

“How did you -”

“I’ve had a drone following you since we first met.”

“And all your stories, of your wife, your world.” She knew it was a lie, but part of her still wanted to wake up from this nightmare and go back to the sweet Beck she thought she’d known.

“All bullshit. I meant it when I said you were perfect. Beautiful, kind and stupidly naive enough to believe my lies.”

“You’re a monster.”

“Maybe, but I’m also the future. And the fate of your friends rests in my hands. So once this is all done, you’re gonna stick to my story, play the role of the supportive little girlfriend to the world’s newest hero. And if you can stick to that, your friends might survive. Alright.” He said menacingly.

“Yes.” She replied, feeling as though her world was crumbling around her. Beck clenched his jaw, squeezing his hand over her waist, just enough to make it hurt.

“What was that?”

“Yes sir.” Beck leaned in to rest his forehead on the side of her head, kissing against the shell of her ear.

“Good girl.” Beck mocked as he pushed her top up slightly to trace his finger over the bare skin. Every touch made her want to throw up, but she tried to hold it together for the lives of her friends. Beck left the room momentarily, when he came back he was dressed in a grey morphsuit, two drones floating by his sides. “You’re all we have Beck.” She overheard Fury say a few minutes later.

“This is what I feared. God help us Fury, God help us all.” Beck said dramatically. “Okay people, no Avengers coming we’re good to go.” He slipped back into his regular voice. “EDITH.”

“Yes Quentin.”

“Show me my loose ends. Once the show’s going, execute the kill order on my command.”

“Kill order, you said they’d stay alive.” She walked back towards him.

“Just a precaution sweetie.”

“Please, I’ll do anything you want, just don’t hurt them.” She begged.

“I know, but until I’m certain they won’t say a word, I’ve gotta keep an eye on them.” He smiled threateningly. She stepped back for him, face dropping. She felt trapped, helpless in the situation. Forced to sit back and help this villain or watch her friends die.

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I’ve Made A Huge Mistake {9/?}

Peter Parker x Reader, Quentin Beck x Reader

Summary: Peter just wanted to enjoy his trip to Europe, maybe even confess his feelings to his best friends.But along came a mysterious new hero to ruin those plans. Peter and his class are aged up and in college.

Warnings: Violence in later chapters, manipulation, age gap, smut

Word Count: 1565

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Beck was fuming, he’d actually liked Peter, but he was too focused on his plan. Nothing was going to get in his way. He stormed back into the hotel room. She’d be heartbroken when she found out, he hadn’t anticipated that and now had to rewrite much of his meticulous plan. 

“Hey, what’s happened?” She asked as he slammed the door behind him. He froze, trying to think of a plausible excuse outside of ‘I just killed your best friend’.

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I’ve Made A Huge Mistake {9/?}

Peter Parker x Reader, Quentin Beck x Reader

Summary: Peter just wanted to enjoy his trip to Europe, maybe even confess his feelings to his best friends.But along came a mysterious new hero to ruin those plans. Peter and his class are aged up and in college.

Warnings: Violence in later chapters, manipulation, age gap, smut

Word Count: 1565

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Beck was fuming, he’d actually liked Peter, but he was too focused on his plan. Nothing was going to get in his way. He stormed back into the hotel room. She’d be heartbroken when she found out, he hadn’t anticipated that and now had to rewrite much of his meticulous plan. 

“Hey, what’s happened?” She asked as he slammed the door behind him. He froze, trying to think of a plausible excuse outside of ‘I just killed your best friend’.

“There’s another.” He lied.

“What?”

“There’s another elemental, in London”

“I thought the one in Prague was the final one, you said that was the last one.”

“It was the last one on my planet, it was the one that destroyed my home. I didn’t get a chance to see it.” Beck replied, fuelling all his current anger into this bullshit story. 

“We should call Peter, you’ll need his help.” He clenched his jaw at the mention of the younger man. “I can’t get through to him, but you should try.”

“We don’t need to call him, he’s going back to New York.”

“He’ll come back straight away.” She tried to reason.

“Just forget about him.” Beck snapped, grabbing her upper arm and pushing her against the wall. She gasped in shock. This pushed Beck out of his head, switching back into the persona he’d so carefully formed. “I’m sorry, I’m just stressed about another elemental.” He whispered, trailing his hands down from her arm to her waist. “I can’t lose you again.” Beck faked a sob. And just as he’d hoped, her sympathetic side came out, reaching her hand out to the top of his neck, soothingly stroking over the base of his scalp.

“Don’t worry, I understand. I’m not going anywhere.” He cupped her face.

“Promise me.” He pleaded convincingly. Part of him was being honest, as much as she was another part of his plan, but he was growing accustomed to having her around. He looked forward to seeing her, she brought a certain sense of comfort with her. Gently, Beck ran his finger along her bottom lip.

“I promise, relax.” She reassured him. Still, he looked worried. “I can help you relax.” She suggested.

“Oh really, how are you gonna do that?” Gently, Beck ran his thumb along her bottom lip, dragging it down. She took it in her mouth, sucking on it gently, maintaining eye contact with Beck. “That all you gonna do?” He teased, she playfully hit him in the chest in response.

“Give me a second.” She said before dropping to her knees, slowly unbuckling his belt, unzipping his jeans and dragging them down. His dick, already hard, slapped against his stomach. She darted her tongue, tracing it over his head. She took his dick in her mouth, slowly moving forward. Instantly, he weaved his hands into her hair, guiding her further down. He groaned as he heard her gag. When she pushed her hands on his thighs he let her off. “You alright?”

“Yeah,” She nodded, catching her breathe, “Sorry, I don’t really know what to do.”

“Hey, don’t apologise. You have done this before.”

“Kinda, he came as soon as I put my mouth on him, so I don’t really think it counts.”

“You want me to guide you through it?”

“Yes sir.” She looked up at him pleadingly, her face far too innocent for what she was about to do. Just how Beck liked it.

“Open your mouth,” She obeyed immediately, “Relax your throat, and let me do the work.” He pushed back into her mouth, letting out a loud moan. “That’s good baby.” He felt her moan around him at the praise. “You like that, hearing me tell you how good you feel. How fucking gorgeous you look wrapped around my cock.” He relished in the control he had over her. Quickly, he began to thrust harder, getting deeper. He kept his hands on her head, moving her as he wished. The pressure built up as he made her gag again, watching the tears threaten to spill from her eyes. “Breathe through your nose, relax baby.” Soon, he came with a groan, holding her in place. 

“How was that?” She said once she had swallowed, her voice slightly hoarse.

“Jesus Christ, you so fucking amazing.” He helped her back up to her feet. “You look so beautiful right now.” He took in her now dishevelled appearance, messy hair, swollen lips and a tear in her eye, all because of him. He could definitely get used to it.

“Did it help sir?” She asked.

“Absolutely, and as much as I’d love to carry this on, we need to get to London.”

A few hours later they pulled up to a hotel in London. Their bags were taken up to the room.

“What’s wrong?” Beck asked when he heard her groan.

“Nothing, it’s just none of my texts are going through to any of my friends.” She complained.

“It’s probably just no signal in a new country."

“You go unpack,” He instructed, “I need to scope out the area for when the elemental attacks. I’ll be back in a couple hours.”

“Good luck.” She replied, leaning up to give him a quick kiss. The room was just as upscale as the others, Beck was clearly getting used to the high-life, booking another five-star hotel. Everything went smoothly as she pulled out their possessions, moving them to wardrobes and draws. That was until she picked up his suit. Curiosity got the better of her and she inspected it, admiring it up close. She traced her finger over the scale-like design of the sleeve. When she got to the wrist, she felt a metal object under the fabric. She flipped the sleeve inside out to get a closer look. There was a thin piece of technology, sending a flash of recognition through her brain. She examined it further, praying it wasn’t what she thought it was. An overwhelming sick feeling rose through her. 

“I’ve made a huge mistake.”

She rushed to her phone, calling Peter urgently. When it went to voicemail she tried MJ, then Ned, then anyone who might have any contact with Peter. No call went through. She ran out of the hotel room, down to the payphones in the lobby. Once again she called Peter, who once again, didn’t pick up. So she tried MJ again.

“Hello.” She heard MJ, the other girl’s voice soothing her panic slightly.

“MJ, are you with Peter?”

“Oh god, are you okay? Please tell me you’re safe.”

“I need to talk to Peter.” She repeated.

“He went to Berlin, he went to find you. Look, I know Peter is Spiderman, and Beck’s lying, I need to know if you are safe.”

“I don’t know, he’s out. But I found this illusion tech in his suit.”

“Yeah, he’s been using that to create the elementals, and drones to destroy the cities.” MJ explained.

“I think he used to work for Stark Industries.”

“What?”

“I’ve seen this tech before, I’ve used it. I’d tag along with Peter to Tony’s lab a few times, and there was one time I was running tests on how a prosthetic I designed would work. Tony let me use the illusion tech. And I remember him ranting about the unstable guy who made it, wasted potential, all that. It was the exact same technology in the suit, being used by some probably unstable liar.

“Holy shit.”

“I don’t know what to do.” She said between heavy, panicked breaths.

“Okay, okay,” MJ tried to think of a plan as rapidly as she could, “You gotta stay calm, pretend everything’s fine. Don’t let Beck know that you know. Don’t make him angry until you’re safe and away from him.”

“I can’t get ahold of Peter.”

“Me neither. But I’ll, I’ll tell Ned, he’ll know who to call. Breath, be careful.”

“Thank you.” She whispered.

“We’re gonna get help.” As soon as the call was over, she went back up to the hotel room, putting the suit away to seem as though she’d never touched it. She took deep breaths, trying to calm herself back down. When Beck returned she’d managed to relax herself. While her heart was racing 100 miles a minute, and her mind felt as though it was about to implode, she managed to remain calm on the outside.

“Hey, how’d it go?” She asked, accepting him when he leaned down to kiss her.

“As well as it could’ve gone. I know London more, so I should be able to fight off the elemental better.” She watched him lie so effortlessly, angry at herself for falling for it. “But I really don’t want to talk about it.”

“So what do you wanna do?”

“I just wanna spend time with my girl.” He gently caressed her face. She leaned into his touch, just like she would’ve done before, and smiled shyly, just like she would’ve done before. His hand moved to cup her face fully. “So the real question is what do you wanna do?”

“We can just cuddle, watch a film.” She suggested. Beck nodded, leading her to the plush bed. Once they got comfortable, Beck moved her legs over his, draping his arm over her, pulling her into him. She tried to relax into his touch, act as though everything was completely fine. And it scared the absolute shit out of her.

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I’ve Made A Huge Mistake {8/?}

Peter Parker x Reader, Quentin Beck x Reader

Summary: Peter just wanted to enjoy his trip to Europe, maybe even confess his feelings to his best friends.But along came a mysterious new hero to ruin those plans. Peter and his class are aged up and in college.

Warnings: Violence in later chapters, manipulation, age gap, smut

Word Count: 2697

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Morning light flickered through the blinds of the hotel room. She laid on her front, the blanket only covering her lower legs. She was completely relaxed, sinking into the bed. In the background, she could hear the shower blasting. A couple of minutes later, the water was shut off. Beck walked out of the bathroom, rubbing a towel against his hair, but otherwise shamelessly naked.

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I’ve Made A Huge Mistake {8/?}

Peter Parker x Reader, Quentin Beck x Reader

Summary: Peter just wanted to enjoy his trip to Europe, maybe even confess his feelings to his best friends.But along came a mysterious new hero to ruin those plans. Peter and his class are aged up and in college.

Warnings: Violence in later chapters, manipulation, age gap, smut

Word Count: 2697

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Morning light flickered through the blinds of the hotel room. She laid on her front, the blanket only covering her lower legs. She was completely relaxed, sinking into the bed. In the background, she could hear the shower blasting. A couple of minutes later, the water was shut off. Beck walked out of the bathroom, rubbing a towel against his hair, but otherwise shamelessly naked.

“Like what you see?” He commented as he watched her trail her eyes over him.

“Can’t complain.” She replied, shutting her eyes soon after, ready to drift back into sleep for a few more minutes. But hardly a few seconds went past before she felt a sharp slap to her ass.

“Couldn’t help myself.” He mumbled as he draped himself over her, kissing over a mark he’d left last night. 

“Get off,” She giggled, “you’re gonna get me wet.” She inched away from his wet hair on her face.

“Oh, am I?” He replied playfully, only pushing his head further into her neck. Slowly he trailed his hand down her stomach, reaching her core. “I’m definitely making you wet.” He slipped two fingers into making her moan out in shock. “Want me to get off now?” He asked as he began to move his fingers.

“Oh god no, keep going Quentin.”

“Call me sir.”

“Yes sir.” She never thought that would be a thing that would turn her on so much, but something about the power he had over her right now only made her want him more. Beck leaned up, pulling her hips up with him while holding a hand over her back to keep her chest down. “More.”

“What do you want?” She only moaned in response, he slapped her ass again, “Use your words baby”

“I want you sir.”

“You want my cock?” He taunted, rubbing it over her folds.

“Fuck, please sir, I want your cock.” She begged. He thrusted into her in one fluid movement, giving her that delicious burn she craved. 

“So good baby,” He grunted, “fucked you last night and you’re still this tight.” He slammed his hips into her repeatedly, relishing in the sounds of her moans. He snaked his hand further up her back, grabbing her hair in his hand to pull her up against his chest. “You’re taking me so well, aren’t you baby?”

“Yes sir.” She whimpered between heavy breaths.

“So happy you’re here, all mine. Say it.” He said, voice calm with an underlying demand in it.

“I’m yours sir.” She weaved her hand into Beck’s hair, tugging lightly, remembering just how much he’d liked it. “So close.”

“Go on, cum for me.” The hand on her hip moved to flick over her clit. She was finally pushed over the edge, crying out. Her body went limp, being held up by Beck as he continued to fuck her. Soon after he came, collapsing into the bed, bringing her with him. Instantly he wrapped his body around her, cocooning her as the two of them attempting to catch their breath.

“That’s one way to wake up.” She laughed, turning to see the blissed-out look on Beck’s face.

“I could fucking get used to that.”

“You could fucking get used to fucking me.” She joked.

“Definitely.” They only managed to stay there for a few more minutes before Beck had to leave.

“Do you have to go already?” She whined. He thought she looked like an angel, sitting up in the bed seeming as innocent as always despite being naked and the previous activities.

“I’m sorry, I have to go to this meeting. Afterwards, I’m all yours, I’ll make it up to you, promise.” He justified, grabbing a bag containing his suit. 

“I guess,” She pouted. Right before he left he leaned down to kiss her. She grabbed his bottom lip between her teeth, tugging on it as he pulled away.

“You’re a fucking tease you know that.” She only smiled in response. After he was gone she settled back down into the sheets, already exhausted. She allowed herself to bask in the moment of pure relaxation, falling back into a slumber. The urgent message on her phone remained unseen.

Beck made his way to the warehouse his crew had set up in Berlin. Everything was going as smoothly as he’d hope until part of the illusion lagged behind the rest.

“What’s going on with my hand, why’s that happening?” Beck asked.

“One of the drones that came back from the plaza was missing a projector, it’s fine.” William explained nonchalantly.

“That projector is evidence. It's going to tell people what we're doing and how we're doing it. I am trying to fool seven billion people here, including Nick Fury, who happens to be the most paranoid and most dangerous person on the planet. And if he catches on before I've killed him, then he will put a bullet in my head. And nobody wants a bullet in their head. Right?” Any cool in his voice was gone. Two drones flew up to where William was sat, pointing the hidden guns at him. “Pull up EDITH.

“Hello Quentin.”

“Hi, I need a level 5 search full resource protocol for this device.” A map of the streets of Prague appears in front of him. A video of MJ picking up the projector is then shown, moments later there is the footage of Peter and MJ walking across the bridge, the two of them inspecting the projector. “You know William, one day, after I've had to kill Peter Parker because of this, I hope you remember, that his blood is on your hands.” He became more deranged by the second, his crew now afraid of his unhinged nature. “Victoria, tell me you have the gifts.” She nodded, passing him a large Chanel box before quickly scuttling away. “And if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a girlfriend to fool.”

Beck made his way back to the hotel, taking a deep breath to fall back into the charming demeanour he had to uphold. Unlocked the door, calling out for her.

“I got you something.” His voice smoother, miles away from what it had been mere minutes ago.

“Jesus christ Beck, you didn’t have to do this.” She stared in awe at the obviously expensive gift.

“I wanted to spoil my girl.” He reached one had up to her cheek.

“Your girl?”

“Well aren’t you?” She moved into his touch, failing to hold back a grin. “Well go, try it on.” She took the box and moved into the bathroom. As soon as she’d left his face dropped back to the angry scowl. He picked up her phone, thankfully no messages had been opened.

“EDITH, block any messages from Peter or his associates reaching this phone.” He couldn’t allow for her to see any cracks in his plan. He placed the phone back down, exactly how she’d left it. She came back out of the bathroom, now dressed in a stunning, floor-length dress. It was just tight enough to be sensual while still remaining classy, the deep-v only adding to the appeal. “Goddamn baby girl, what did I do to deserve you.” He complimented, taking her into his arms.

“Thank you so much, it’s beautiful.”

“There’s a gala being held in a few weeks, to properly introduce me to your world,” He began to explain, “I want you there by my side.”

“I’d love to be there.”

“I know you’ll hate me for this, but duty calls and I’ve got more meetings this afternoon.”

“I get it, it’s fine,” She reassured him, “I’ve dealt with years of Peter having to drop things to go save the day. I’m not going to complain about you putting being a superhero before me.”

“How are you this perfect?”

“It just comes naturally to me.” She joked.

Across the city, Peter was swinging out of the train station, only to be met with black Audi pulling up in front of him.

“Get in.” Fury instructed after he lowered the window. “You’ve got a lot of explaining to do.”

“No, no, Mr Fury, listen, Beck’s lying, she’s with him, she’s in -” Fury simply raised a finger to cut the younger off.

“Wait until we’re secure.” Peter nodded, shutting up. Fury cough, gesturing to the seatbelt. In his panic, Peter momentarily forgot his own strength, managing to accidentally snap the belt clean off. They pulled up to a sleek white office space, entering a room Agent Hill was already waiting in.

“Look, I know I made a mistake, but Beck is lying. Mysterio, the elementals, they’re all fake. He used some kind of illusion tech, it’s all projectors.” Peter explained before either agent could start reprimanding him. “That’s how he tricked you guys and tricked me into giving him EDITH.” Peter then pulled out a damaged projector, sliding it along to Fury and Hill, “I pulled this off the fire monster in Prague.”

“So all the death and destruction we witness, was with this?” Fury asked skeptically.

“No, I think he’s using drones.”

“If this is true then Beck is very dangerous, who else did you tell about this?” Suddenly Peter’s sense flared up, he looked around the room, trying to find signs of the drones. “Parker?”

“It’s Beck, he’s here.” Hill, along with the office around them, began to fade away. It all disappeared from around them, revealing a bare concrete building, devoid of any real life. “It’s all an illu-” Peter was cut off by a drone shooting at Fury. He watched the older man drop to the floor instantly. He was prevented from running towards Fury by another drone shooting, sending him flying down a few floors.

“Wow Peter, I thought we were close.” Beck's voice rang out, hidden from Peter’s view. He scrambled up from the floor, spluttering as multiple drones aimed for him. “Fury always had to die, but not you. She’s gonna be devastated that her best friend died in a tragic accident.” The mention of her only added to Peter’s rage. It was bad enough that he tricked him and Fury, but manipulating someone as trusting and kind as her, in a much more intimate way made Peter’s blood boil.

“Show yourself.” Peter demanded. Each web he shot out to try to disable a drone turned out to be another hologram. Soon everything around him turned black, his regular suit replaced the one he was wearing.

“I tried to help you walk away, but you made me do this.” Beck taunted. A school corridor now surrounded him, Mysterio began to walk towards him. Peter went to shoot webs at Beck, only for them to be puffs of pointless green smoke. “You told me you just wanted to have fun with your friends.” Beck’s voice was now behind him. When Peter tried to punch him the projections momentarily disappeared, leaving Peter to punch a thick concrete wall. “You wanted them to be happy, well what a shame.”

“Peter, what’s going on?” He turned to see his best friend with the most fearful facial expression he had ever seen on her face.

“Beck isn’t who he says he is, he’s lying.”

“No.” She whispered, in disbelief over the revelation. “He wouldn’t do that,”

“Please, you have to trust me.” Peter begged, following her as she ran in another room. The door brought them to the top of the Eiffel Tower, he watched her run to where Beck now stood, wrapping herself around him. “I know this isn’t real.” Peter shouted at Beck, both trying to convince himself and the other man of this fact.

“Oh but this is.” Beck replied, placing his hand over the illusion of her, his thumb wrapped around the back of her neck as the rest of his hand lay comfortably over the top of her chest. “You really thought she wouldn’t eat up every perfect lie I feed her.” He mocked, the calmness in voice completely unnerving.

“Leave her out of this.” He screamed, the anger building up inside of him was threatening to overflow, and Peter would be prepared to do anything if it did.

“Why would I when she mine to use,” A puff of smoke covered the two of them from Peter’s view. When they became visible again she was naked, on all fours in front Beck. “And dispose of when I wish.” The puff came back, now his hands were wrapped around her neck, throwing her off the building. 

“No.” Peter cried out, lunging off the tower to try to catch her falling body. He fell into green smoke, her body vanishing as he slammed into another floor. Before he could regain his bearings he was being blasted backwards through the streets of Queens. A giant hand grabbed him, throwing him in the ground, which shattered like glass around him. He fell through layers and layers of spiderwebs, screaming as he lost sense of what was real. 

“Wake up!” Peter landed on a car, denting the roof of it. His surroundings looked real again, but he couldn’t let himself fall into a false sense of security. He tried to keep his guard up. Seconds later it all turned black again. Shards of glass came raining down around him.

“I mean look at yourself.” Beck shouted out, hidden again. Peter stared into the reflection of one of them, hesitantly reaching his hand out. The image reached out to attack, all other reflections soon joining in, pilling on top of him. When they finally went away Peter was dressed in his very first suit, his haphazardly home-made suit. “You’re just a scared kid in a sweatsuit.” Huge fallen statues of the lost heros surrounded Peter. “I created Mysterio to give the world someone to believe in.” The only statue still erected was Mysterio’s. “I control the truth, Mysterio is the truth.” Any hint of rationality was gone from Beck’s voice, his unhinged nature showing through. Mysterio flew out from behind his statue, firing at Peter. He dodged the blasts, sending webs back towards him. When he had thought he’d grabbed Beck, he brought a crane falling down, almost crushing himself in the process. He rolled out from under the contraption, finding himself in a graveyard. The one image he’d truly been dreading faced him. In front of him was a moss covered gravestone reading ‘Anthony Edward Stark’. “Maybe if you’d been enough, Tony would still be alive.” The faux concern Beck spoke with only added to the torture of the illusion. A hand burst through the ground, the zombie-like corpse of Tony, still in his Iron Man suit, came crawling towards Peter. Spiders flooded out of the rotting orifices of the body. “You made your choice, all you had to do was step aside, but now, I have to -” Beck was cut off, all the projections disappeared and Peter was back outside the building. Beck fell to his knees, now dressed in a morphsuit rather than his Mysterio costume. Fury stood behind him, lowering the gun in his hand. Cars pulled up to the scene, multiple agents Peter recognised leaving them, keeping their guns aimed on Beck.

“Beck’s people are trying to find anyone who could expose them, I need you to say who you told.” Peter remained silent, trying desperately to calm his racing heart. “I know you told somebody, so who was it?”

“Just Ned and MJ, from my class. And maybe Ned told his girlfriend Betty.” Fury crossed his arms over his chest, a cruel laugh leaving his lips.

“You are so dumb.”

“What?”

“I mean, you’re as smart as a whip, just a sucker.” His voice morphed into that of Beck, soon everything once again revealing itself to be fake. “And now your friends have to die.” Series of objects were being thrown down at Peter, making me trail backwards to avoid them. “For what it’s worth Peter, I really am sorry.” Things went back to normal for a split second until Peter heard the train coming towards him. The powerful impact was the last thing he remembered before blacking out.

“EDITH, access files to Peter Parker’s class trip. I need them to fly home from London.”

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