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perseusky · 5 years

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Taking a Risk. (NOT FINISHED!!!)

Paring: Peter Parker x Dom! Fem! Alpha Reader

Words: unknown

Warnings:Smut, Dom/Sub, oral, biting, scratching, orgasm denial, In heat.

Summary: peter never got that many chances out of his hero life to experience thrilling risks and feelings, that is until he met you. A vinx, a beauty, who showed him more than how to have fun. Maybe you’ll even find out each other’s secret identities.;)

Peter was never one to take risks,

Or at least ones that didn’t seem too drastic. He never took risks that involved his identity, or doing things he’d get in MAJOR trouble for in school, since he wanted to go to college and get a great job (other than being a superhero and saving the day) to help his aunt!

Peter was always so stressed with hero work and regular school and life work. Helping aunt may as much as he could with bills and any chores. Getting great grades in school, and keeping his neighborhood safe.

You could say peter never really had time for himself.

That’s what he always went by, “save the day without too many risks. Also help aunt may.”

That was, until he met you.

A cunning, ambitious, brave, tactical, sarcastic beauty. A girl who took no ones shit! A girl who had a title, and not a bad one at that. More of a, fitting name for someone as you.

That title, known around big neighborhood, but small school was, Alpha Female. Which didn’t really make sense, since he didn’t know what it stood for, along with how you got the title.

“Peter, come on. You’re gonna be late for school! Again!”

The voice of his aunt disrupted his train of thoughts filled with you.

Groggily, he took a moment to process what his aunt had just said, until he strained his neck to the side, over to look at his clock on his night stan.

He shot out of bed with wide eyes, after seeing how late he was. Quickly, he ran over to a pile of clean (or dirty, he doesn’t know) clothes on the floor next to his door.

Picking out a random shirt and jeans, along with a pair of shoes. He brushed his hair in his mirror, and after making his hair a bit more presentable, he ran down his apartment stairs, jumping off the last step. He took ahold of his backpack straps to steady his labored breaths and to calm down his rising anxiety. Saying a quick “Bye aunt may, love you!” And running out the door before hearing a reply, knowing his aunt would yell at him to leave already before he’s late even more.

Now, alone with the chilling fall breeze, he put in his old and broken ear phones. They still worked perfectly, since peter knew how to fix them when needed, but also knew how to take care of things more than others since he had less than them.

Choosing a happy song, he couldn’t help but smile. This song was his favorite, since it reminded him of you!

She's a Killer Queen

Gunpowder, gelatine

Dynamite with a laser beam

Guaranteed to blow your mind

Anytime

Suddenly feeling a sensation of some force sucking him into a gravity defying state.

Knowing that he would fall from such a force and make a fool of himself, he quickly shut his eyes.

He could have caught himself, but peters so used to not being able too, he forgot!

Than he felt something comforting wrap around him like a warm blanket. Warm and inviting.

Peter slowly opened his closed shut eyes, only to see the blue awakening sky.

He felt at peace for a moment, out of the stressful morning and day to come.

That was all ruined when that sudden defying gravity feeling, shouted at him.

“EH!”

Peter yelled out at the sudden disturbance, looking up. From the cover of his eyes he could see tresses of (h/c) floating around his face.

This certainly caught his attention, since there was only one person who had that type of hair.

Well, from what he remembered anyways. (This will sound dumb if you have brunette/brown/black or any regular hair color, but I have to add people with colored hair dont I?)

With sudden realization of what happened during his daze, he jerked his head towards you.

Which startled you since you thought he fainted, only to feel him move and stare at you with a surprised look. In your moment of shock, you didn’t realize that you dropped his body.

Which resulted in him groaning and holding his ribs in pain.

“Ughhhh...” Peter has just went up against one of his enemies last night (of course, without aunt may knowing).

That’s why he was so sore.

And also because he may or may not have jerked off to your Instagram picture, where you wore only a tight and small fitted bikini.

Thinking back on it, he couldn’t help the blush rising up from his neck all the way up towards his already rosy cheeks.

As you helped him up after your little out of space moment, you couldn’t help but blush at feeling his arms.

Realizing he wasn’t just a dork, but a dork with muscles. You groped his upper biceps, liking the feeling of them in your hand.

‘So strong and soft...’ your blush darkened as you soon realized you were caught groping the poor boys arm.

“Hehe, sorry. Um, it’s just that you have really nice biceps. For a nerd that is.” Your confidence soon coming back to you towards the end of your sentence, all nervousness and bashfulness pushed away.

Peter could only blush at your statement, but the tiny little smile he had soon fell after hearing the rest of what you said. Did you not think a nerd could have muscles? Is that how you thought of him?

At the thought of you thinking of him as a weak person, with only a brain made his blood boil, he’s eyes narrow, and a low growl emitted from his throat.

You weren’t paying attention enough to see his reaction and hear his growl, as you were scolding yourself mentally and what you just said.

‘Great! Now he thinks you’re a total bitch! Way to go (y/n)!’ With a sigh you look back at peter, only to meet him dead in the eyes. Which, you weren’t gonna lie, kinda creeped you out; but as you look at them longer, you could see the beautiful mix of green and blue circling around the irieses.

Peter, was, and foremost, one of the cutest boys you’ve ever met. It’s not that hard to see why, I mean his personality just made him even more innocent and adorable. He was irresistible to you, and you’ll make him yours one way or another.

Now it was your turn to growl, but this time, the other did hear it. You didn’t care if you just met this boy, or if he even wanted to be with you, you’ll protect him no matter what!

Peter, hearing your growl, only made his blood boil even more! He didn’t know why, but he felt this sudden attraction towards you. The sun hit you just right across the face, and made your angelic skin glow a soft gold. Almost as if you were shining. He wanted to be yours, and for you to be his. He wanted to hug you, and never let go. To take you, and bend you over a school desk to fell the thrill he’s never had experience ever before. To feel your warm slick wall, wrap around his thic-

The television of a nearby store loudly showed the news, and what was seen was a picture of the new hero, She-Wolf. Pete- I mean Spider-Man’s new nemesis.

“Today, the new hero, She-Wolf, has been spotted last night, saving yet another woman from a horrible fate. Will she be the end of Spider-Man, or will the team up? Stay tuned for more information on our new and rising hero!”

The news anchor soon finished what she needed to say, and a commercial soon came on afterwards.

Peter could only scoff at the last question.

‘Yeah right, like I’ll ever team up with someone who purposely wanted to save people only for the fame.’ St that thought, peter would soon explode if his blood boiled even more than it already is.

(Y/n) couldn’t help but smirk st what she had just seen and heard, she was becoming a super hero. Her goal would soon be reached; but it would’ve been resched sooner if it weren’t for that retched Spider-Man. Oh, how she hated him and how he humiliated her on her first mission.

-Flashback-

Putting on the last of her costume, (y/n) soon got ready for her first mission. To say she was nervous was an understatement! She felt her body tingle with excitement and rise with goosebumps from the night chills as she opened her apartment window with carful movement, as to not wake up her sleeping parents.

She braced her legs, ready for the impact she might take from the three story high fall. With an exhale, she jumped, as she did, she could hear the whistle and screeches of the wind flying past her ears. She could also hear nearby gasps and yells from passerby’s seeing (y/n) “fall”.

(Y/n) could only smirk at the now forming crowd, as she descended towards the ground faster.

Just as she was about to hit the ground, she pressed her knees to her chest and held onto her legs, letting her body tumble and roll as it hit the cement.

A little dazed, she got up, earning claps and yells of amazement. Her smile could be seen, but only her smile since she had a mask that covered her eyes.

Stepping towards the crowd, (y/n) made sure to not bump into anyone as she made her way out of the now leaving crowd.

All of a sudden, she heard a heaps of gunshots, ringing across her sensitive ears.

(Y/n) winced as her eyes still ringed at the loud noises that came from a nearby bank. And already knowing what was going on, she cautiously ran over to the scene.

Moving towards a shattered window, she peaked in. Seeing at least 3 robbers, she closely listened with all her might and remaining strength from her ears, to hear if there were anymore robbers in the area.

Not hearing any other heartbeats than a couple hostages, knowing this by the smell of their fear, and the three robbers.

You’ve been in this situation once, when you were three.

As a child you were reckless, not that you aren’t today, but it was much worse. And it cost the life of your sister figure, Linda Jennings. (Sorry if that’s your name! You can change it)

From that day on, you knew you had to get your shit together. Well, not completely, you still had to have fun!

Shaking the memories away, you squat down and started crawling over to a nearby huddled group of hostages.

Making sure the robbers were in another room, you stalked over to the nearest hostage. Who almost screamed if you hadn’t put your hand over their mouth before they could.

Sighing in relief, you looked into their eyes, yours turning a burning red, glowing in the shadows of the bank walls.

“I want you to take as many hostages out of here, and go somewhere safe. I’ll distract the robbers.” Letting go of their mouth, you could see their eyes glaze over into an orange hue.

The man, who you compelled, simply nodded and took off. Taking other hostages with him.

You knew they would be safe, you could hear the nearing sirens.

Turning around, only to stop dead in your tracks as you see one of the robbers having caught you sneaking around.

At first you both blinked owlishly at each other, but soon the man, or woman, quickly regained posture and control of their body. Aiming their deadly weapon to your face.

Taking a shaky breath, you slowly raised your hands over your head, as a sign of surrender.

“A-alright, now keep your hands in the air. D-don’t move, I don’t wanna hurt anyone!”, the young boy had yelled out nervously, also shakily grasping the deadly weapon.

‘He’s probably 16 or something. Who would bring a child into this mess? I need to get that gun away from him, or someone could get hurt, even could potentially hurt himself.’ Your thoughts were soon interrupted by a sudden yell and a loud bang.

Jumping up, you look over to the boy, only too see his limp, unmoving body. On the ground, as blood spilled from his back, where the bullet hole must be.

You quickly kneeled next to the boy and took of his mask.

You gasped in horror, this isn’t real! NO! IT....

The boy’s dead eyes stared back at you, as if finally dawned on you.

This boy wasn’t 16.

But 14. You’d heard of him going missing on the news. And now you knew where he went, and what had happened to him. Poor boy was just trying to live a happy life.

‘What the fuck! No! Who would do this?!’ Your visión soon clouded with red, flickering. You brain grew unsteady, your inner wolf scratching to break free once again, and reek havoc.

Your breaths grew labored, your lungs burned with rage, and intensity. So much so that your powers grew visible, as a dark sheet of black wrapped around your body.

A growl resonated from deep within your throat and core, shaking anyone nearby, to their very soul.

The ringing in your ears having stopped long ago, only for the room to be silent.

You could hear your raging heart, and heavy breaths.

Until clapping was heard in front of you.

Looking up, you saw a man, in his late 30’s perhaps. He clapped and smirked at what he saw in front of him. He clapped because a boy died, his comrade. A child!

You look at him through your eyelashes, eyes turning to slits. Slowly, you stood up, not looking at the Man, but at the body of the young boy in front of you.

Having already shut his eyes, making him look peaceful. To which he was probably far from.

Now, finally staring at the man, face to face. You stalked over.

“What a wonderful scene that was. Did you know him? I didn’t, I just chose him at an old, burned down orphanage. He was a worthless child until I taught him some of the things I knew. But even than, he was still never going to amount to anything. He was too weak, too soft. It’s a good thing I killed him.” He laughed as he looked at the boy, than at you.

Finishing his own sentence, “and now, it’s your turn darling.”

Being called that by such a killer, made your blood boil. How dare he talk to an innocent child that way, HOW DARE HE DO THIS TO ANYONE!

‘I’ll make sure you have a special place in hell, buddy.’

The only thing running through your mind before you rip this man apart, was that this kid and many others he’s hurt, needed Justice!

You stepping closer to the man, with heavy grunts and growls. He looked at you, confused at what you were going to do next.

He smirked, he didn’t know what was to come, “what are you going to do? Bite my leg? Hahah” he mocked you, as he kicked the poor boys face.

That was enough to snap the tight, thin rope keeping you from ending him right than and there.

After you felt it snap and you suddenly charged at the man, soon enough, everything turned red. You couldn’t see anything or feel anything. Your wolf instincts must have taken over, leaving you in a cold, black wide mindset. The dark abyss had swallowed you and your human conscious. Leaving only an angry, and feral wolf in control, which was dangerous to anyone around, and yourself.

As you floated into nothingness, you felt as if you could move your limbs again, you soon regained control of your body.

Feeling a tight substance like thingy, move across your body, you felt it restrain you. Shaking your head to get rid of the drowsiness, you slowly look at your surroundings after your eyes adjust to the light shining into your sensitive eyes.

Looking down at your body, you could see that your black leather costume was ripped terribly around the mid section, giving you the idea that this sociopath, had actually got a good hit on you. Although, thanks to your wolf like abilities, you were able to heal, what looked like a big knife gash running down from your left hip, up to your right rib.

Shivering, at the thought of being conscious and not having this healing factor, scared you beyond belief. You were thankful for your powers, and thankful it wasn’t an innocent and helpless passerby in your place. If it had happened to be a passerby, they would’ve surely died immediately after the knife cut deep and firm into their fagile skin.

Taking one more look at your body, you suddenly noticed why you couldn’t move your limbs, it was because of a gooey and ripe-like substance. You strained your hand up, and moved the strong rope onto your upper-arm instead of it being under your elbow. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you touched this unknown gooey thing.

It felt like slime, really sticky slime. Along with a mixture of something else, you just couldn’t think of what at the moment.

“So, you’re the new hero Everyones been taking about.”, suddenly you heard a boy-ish voice behind your concentrated figure. This sudden intrusion to your thoughts had made the hairs at the back of your skin stick up in alert, and you had moved down towards your thigh, where you had your knife.

Only to feel nothing, it was gone. “Yeah, I took your knife. Didn’t know if you were bad or not.”, now you were getting angry at this boy, who was possibly way younger than you from the sounds of it, for taking your knife.

Turning, you were surprised to see another new hero there, Spider-Man.

Of course you’ve heard of the well known spider around town. You were basically his shadow to the world. Only very few knew of you, until your sudden appearance on Captain America’s team against iron man.

Yes that was you, and yes, you may have caused major damage to Stark’s suit, and yes, you were almost sued if it wasn’t for Steve helping you, but besides that, you now have a good relationship with all avengers.

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