Summary: You & Peter were in love till he lost you. Pulled through a portal he did not expected to meet you again on a different earth. When the battle against Green Goblin in upon them has Peter a chance to forgive himself but at what cost? [series list]
“I’ve got you, I’ve got you Y/n.” – Peter breathed out. Some electricity flickered dangerously above his head. You gasped loud looking up to him. Feet dangling in the air as his hand in yours was the only thing holding you in place. – “Peter…” – you said anxiously. The broken insides of the construction site clear. In the midst of the building you were hanging. Your life literally in Peter’s hand.
He himself hung stuck on a support bar made of metal with only his web. You gasped again hearing the construction site tremble. Feeling as if the place was coming down any second. You looked down at the gaping hole ready to swallow you whole. – “Don’t… don’t look down Y/n.” – Peter said with a clenched expression.
He felt his hand sweat underneath his suit, hoping it wouldn’t lose his grip on you. The construction site shook again, trembling and breathing as it disturbed the peace. Peter and you bounced a bit trying to stay steady. – “Peter!” – you called out wanting him to look at you. Peter was panting, holding onto you with every might. He looked down at you seeing the fear in your eyes. Yet there was also something else hiding in your eyes. Acceptance? Peter felt his hand slip in yours, making him groan loud. It made your feet dangle more knowing he couldn’t hold you any longer
You knew as good as anyone that Peter couldn’t save the both of you. It was him or you. It was an easy choice to make. The world needed spiderman, but the world didn’t need Y/n Y/l/n. It was an easy choice. You or him. You slowly closed your eyes, squeezing them gently shut as a single tear rolled down your cheek. Peter groaned again as he felt his grip falter on you. – “I’ll… I’ll figure something out Y/n.” – Peter said looking around to see how he was going to get out of here.
“I have to!” – Peter shouted at himself as you slowly opened your eyes once more. – “Peter I love you.” – you said making him look down at you. His eyes widened finally seeing the meaning in your eyes. You opened your hand, letting it lean back so his grip faltered.
Your hand slipped out of his as you descended into the abyss. – “No!” – Peter shouted releasing his web. You were falling. Peter diving after you, reaching his hand out to you. A web shot out aiming at you in the hopes of catching you. Your eyes were glossy from the held in tears. The wind catching you like hands trying to ease your fall. Peter’s web reached and attached itself to your stomach. He called it out trying to lift you up but the ground was reaching faster. Faster then he could’ve pulled you up. Your back smacked against the hard floor, bouncing off. It was fast. Quicker than falling asleep. Red crimes blood staining the hard floor. Peter landed beside you, picking you up carefully. For his pain could never be healed.
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“Just think of Peter!” – you called out slightly annoyed. – “Okay, okay.” – Ned replied jumpy as you were making him nervous. – “Just hold on.” – he added moving away from you. MJ sighed loud with a shake of her head. – “I need to concentrate for this.” – he told you. – “Then concentrate.” – you answered bitsy. MJ got up grabbing you by the shoulders. – “Give him some space.” – she said pulling you backwards away from Ned. You surrendered holding your hands up. – “I’ll won’t say a thing.” – you told her as MJ sat you down. – “Here have a cookie.” – she slid the tiny plate with cookies closer to you.
Cookies Ned’s grandma had made. You didn’t want to accept one as MJ took one and forced it into your hand. With one stern glance of her, she forced you to remain silent and eat it. Ned wiggled his shoulders to prepare himself like a boxer would before entering the ring. He moved his fingers in front of him, closing his eyes. – “Think of Peter Parker. Think of Peter Parker.” – he mumbled to himself. Slowly little orange flickers appeared in the midst of his grandma’s living room. MJ’s eyes widened as the orange sparks increased. Tumbling in a spiralling way as they grew wider.
Creating an opening. Your eyes widened as well making you drop your cookie out of shock. The portal opened more as you could look into an alleyway. A figure unclear. – “Peter! Hey Peter!” – Ned called out. The figure turned around pointing confused at himself. – “Peter come’ on!” – Ned urged not knowing how long he could open this portal. The figure approached jumping through the portal. – “It worked.” – MJ said looking at spiderman. The spiderman looked from Ned to MJ, then his eyes fell on you. It made him take off his mask, hoping his eyes weren’t deceiving him.
Ned and MJ gasped loud. – “Who are you?” – Ned asked loud. It drew spiderman’s attention away from you. – “I’m Peter.” – he said friendly. – “No, we are looking for Peter… Peter Parker.” – MJ stated looking suspiciously at him. – “My name is Peter Parker.” – his gaze going back to you. MJ furrowed her brows looking back at you confused. – “No, our Peter is spiderman.” – Ned addressed. – “I am spiderman.” – Peter replied looking briefly at Ned. MJ grabbed a bagel throwing at Peter.
Peter furrowed his brows, moving his hands away, gesturing why. – “I wanted to test your spider tingle.” – she told him. – “I have the spider tingle just not for bread.” – he told her. You snorted loud finding it very funny. Hearing you laugh made Peter’s face light up. – “We summoned the wrong Peter.” – Ned said out loud making you get up. You brushed past MJ and Ned coming over to Peter.
You started circling around Peter taking a close look at him. When you came to the front and your eyes met, you smiled sheepishly. – “Hi.” – you said softly. – “Hi…” – Peter replied with a saddened smile. You lifted his arm up, going underneath it as you examined his suit. Went around his back to the side, taking his other arm. You faced his palm up checking his spider webs.
You pressed on it accidently gluing your fingers to his device. You chuckled sheepishly. – “Sorry.” – you spoke. Peter smiled till his smile faltered having been brought back to a memory. He remembered when you had done the exact same thing once. He pulled the web of your fingers, freeing you. – “He seems real enough to me.” – you told MJ and Ned. Peter who had put his mask between his teeth, raised his arms in a way of telling MJ and Ned he was telling the truth. He pulled his mask out of his mouth with a smile. MJ still had her suspicion on him. – “Don’t mind MJ, she is a bit untrusting towards people.” – you told Peter.
“That’s okay.” – Peter answered almost saying your name. It almost blurted out so naturally he had missed saying it. Ned took a deep breath. – “Alright attempt number two.” – he prepared himself again for another go. Peter stepped aside joining your side. He watched Ned swirl his hand in a circle to open another portal. – “I’m Y/n.” – you told him making him look back at you. – “I know…” – he whispered saddened. You quirked up your eyebrow. Peter kept staring at you, unable to grasp that you were standing here beside him.
If he could, he would’ve grabbed you and kissed you like his life depended on it. It hurt, hurt being so vividly reminded of the loss of you in his world. It felt like a blessing that he got to speak to you again, yet it felt bittersweet knowing you were from somewhere else. A different earth. – “So uhm…” – Peter began half watching Ned’s attempts to open another portal. – “Peter… your Peter are you… his…” – Peter felt ridiculous and silly for even asking it.
He just wanted to know if his alternative Peter was yours. You picked up on it, laughing loud. – “Oh no, I’m just a friend. MJ is Peter’s girlfriend.” – you nudged with your head at MJ. – “Okay…” – he whispered out with a saddened smile. A new portal opened as a second person walked out, claiming to be Peter Parker as well. MJ sighed disappointed as Ned could only chuckle awkwardly.
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“Can the spiderman come out to play?” – all three Peter’s turned their head at the familiar voice. Green Goblin riding his hoverboard as he unleashed his green bombs. They were coming towards the building aiming for Dr. Strange. Doc Oc’s attached arms grabbed them out of the air, protecting Dr. Strange. They exploded in his metal grip. Stephen gasped when Green Goblin flew by, grabbing the cube from him.
Peter, the Peter from this earth turned his head in shock. Doc Oc flung a metallic arm at him, taking a hold of the hoverboard. Green Goblin was being held in place making him look surprised back. Strange flung a whip to Green Goblin taking back the cube. It hovered between his hands as he sighed relieved. Green Goblin turned snapping off one of Doc Oc’s arms. Doc Oc cursed in pain with frustration. The cube slowly turned in Stephan’s hand as all three Peter’s widened their eyes.
All seeing the green bomb ball inside the cube. – “Strange no!” – Peter one shouted holding his hand out. The bomb exploded releasing the magic inside it with blasts as two spheric rings blasted through the building. The entire building shook as it made you stumble out of balance, knocking into Ned. Ned, MJ and you were a few levels below, unaware of what was happening up there. The heavy shield destined for the statue of liberty released from it’s position.
With a heavy weight it scorched a way down the building. Breaking everything in it’s wake. The platform you were on shook immensely. Even shifted as you lost your balance. Making you stumble backwards as your arms flayed around for any balance. You tipped over the edge with a loud scream. Ned unable to grab you in time as he clutched onto a pipe, nearly falling down himself.
Your scream was hearable till the top. Making all three Peter’s look up with worry. Peter, Peter three was the first one to react. His scream deafened out as he leaped off the building. Not again. Why was he tormented like this again? Having to relive the moment he lost you. Your hands grabbing for any support. Peter dived down getting pulled back to the memory of where he had seen you fall before. The way you had shown acceptance in your eyes.
Yet your eyes were different. Full of fear. Only fear, no acceptance. He came at you with speed, determination on his mind. Not again. No more he would let you fall. He opened his arms, wrapping them tightly around you as the impact made you twirl in the air. Peter shot out a web as it stuck to a metal bar. His falling slowed down as he landed swiftly on his feet with you in his arms.
Shocked you were panting. Thinking you might have been done for it. Peter was panting too, looking quickly at you. – “Are… are you okay?” – he asked. You nodded vigorously, keeping your hands around his neck. – “Yeah… I’m okay.” – you breathed out shakily. Peter felt himself tear up. – “Are… are you okay?” – you asked seeing how emotional he had become. He nodded with a saddened face. – “I am now…” – he answered letting his forehead rest against yours. He set you down on the ground, holding you by your waist.
Knowing how shaky you still are from the fall. Peter sobbed loud, wrapping his arms tightly around you. – “I caught you. I caught you Y/n.” – he said making you hug him firmer. – “You did.” – you whispered to him, leaving a kiss against his cheek. Peter pulled himself a bit back from the hug, wiping some hair out of your face. He chuckled out a smile between his sobs seeing you alive in his arms.
You kissed Peter again on the cheek, feeling as if you had known him your entire life. Your kiss felt bittersweet as he knew he couldn’t keep you forever. You weren’t from his earth so he couldn’t bring you back. Peter tilted your head leaving a kiss on your forehead. – “Stay out of sight and save.” – he said giving you a slight nudge into a direction. – “I will.” – you told him, going into hiding.
Peter looked back at you, wishing he could keep you, but he couldn’t. His feelings for you had never died out. It hurt, yet it hurt good that he was able to love you a little longer. Hang onto you that little longer to be able to forgive himself. If he could he would take you with him. Knowing you were save on another earth pleased him. Yet he would do anything to try and find a way to be reunited with you again. Even if it meant dying in the process. He couldn’t live without you. You were his entire world.
Tasm Peter for "can we take a break? I'm enjoying this but need a break" bc we all know Petey can get taken away w his super stamina
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LAZING across your shared bed, the smell of incandescent sex lingering around you both, and Peter’s lips loitered over your own. Cheekily hovering, they waited, impatiently watching as your breathing evened out.
He was lying above you as you attempted to regain your breath, wiping your finger across the sweat dripping from your forehead. Peter kissed the little indents on your face, stopping at your cheek to nibble on your soft skin.
Your eyes flutter shut, sleep running to and from you as his kisses put occasional energizers to you. “Peter.”
“Hmm?”
“Baby, you know I love you.”
“I do.”
“And you have been doing so good for me all evening.” You praised as he nodded, Peter faintly whimpering into your ear. “But…”
“But…” he exhaled, and you moved a thumb along his cheek. Peter returns to lazily kissing you.
"Can we take a break?” You giggled between his kisses, Peter’s lips melding so hard into your skin they ghosted as he moved down to your torso. “I'm enjoying this but need a break."
“Already?”
“Yes!” You exclaimed back, pulling his face between your hands as his cheeks squished into your palms. “We’ve both finished three times!”
“And we should finish three more!” Peter exclaimed before kissing along the inside of your wrist and up to the curve of your neck, his hair tickling you across your skin.
“I want to, but I can’t.” You yawned.
“All you have to do is lie here,” he begged, stretching his long limbs across the edge of your bed, his brown eyes staring back as he peppered kisses along the inside of your legs. Peter nipped at your skin as he moved to the outside of your opening, his content hums vibrating beneath you.
“ Peter-“ you whined.
“Okay.” He said, loosely gripping your hips as he laid between your lower half. “Let’s get cleaned up.”
Peter raised you to a seated position, sitting next to you at the edge of the bed. “Tomorrow, I promise I’m all yours.”
He watched as your head fell to his shoulder, “Can’t wait.”
"Now, "monsieur," what was that about... dessert?" (Amazing Spider-Man #298)
There was that whole debacle about whether Batman goes down, but we don't have to ask that question with Spider-Man. We know he does. He's enthusiastically said it on page. It's really funny because there are characters where you can go their entire history without knowing that much about their sex lives, and then there's Peter Parker.
The Venus butterfly mentioned here, which like, credit to Michelinie for getting this one into the pages, honestly, is an oral sex technique. Michelinie was probably inspired by an episode of LA Law that mentioned (though never described) this technique. The writer of that episode claims she made it up, but the Venus butterfly later appeared in the 1988 book The One Hour Orgasm, and had been mentioned previously in the 1969 book The Sensuous Woman. So, like. Good for Mary Jane.
"If you weren't so good in the sack you'd be completely useless." (ASM #606)
"Now, "monsieur," what was that about... dessert?" (Amazing Spider-Man #298)
There was that whole debacle about whether Batman goes down, but we don't have to ask that question with Spider-Man. We know he does. He's enthusiastically said it on page. It's really funny because there are characters where you can go their entire history without knowing that much about their sex lives, and then there's Peter Parker.
The Venus butterfly mentioned here, which like, credit to Michelinie for getting this one into the pages, honestly, is an oral sex technique. Michelinie was probably inspired by an episode of LA Law that mentioned (though never described) this technique. The writer of that episode claims she made it up, but the Venus butterfly later appeared in the 1988 book The One Hour Orgasm, and had been mentioned previously in the 1969 book The Sensuous Woman. So, like. Good for Mary Jane.
"If you weren't so good in the sack you'd be completely useless." (ASM #606)
a mafia love story • TASM!Peter Parker x OFC/MJ! Variant
Read on AO3 because, yeah.
TW: SENSITIVE/DARK CONTENT
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Over a decade ago, Peter Parker of this (alternate) universe survived a horrible tragedy and saw firsthand the depth of New York City's corruption. He challenged the Underworld and conquered it. Now, he's its god.
The last thing he needs is some sweet Persephone — at a coffee shop, no less — smiling at him, charming him, intriguing him. Tempting him.
Of Monsters and Men • Mother's Day • The Perfect Drug • Madripoor • The Skulls • Eye for an Eye • A Simple Favor
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Other tags: Can be considered 'Reader', No physical descriptions, NO use of Y/N, Angst, Sensitive Content Warning, Read the Warnings, Enemies to Lovers, Mob!Peter, Mafia!AU, Peter Parker is a Mess, Rich Peter Parker, Mob!Peter Parker, Childhood Trauma, Blood and Injury, So Much Pining, no y/n, Forced Cohabitation, Past Domestic Ab*se, A mafia story that's actually violent and not silly, Forced Relationship, Slow Burn, Cute Dates, Protective Peter Parker, BAMF Peter Parker, Sugar Daddy, Smut, Recreational Drug Use, Enemies to Friends to Idiots to Lovers, Addiction, Yandere!Peter sorta, Steamy Photo Sessions, Mildly Dubious Consent, Expl*cit S**ual Content, Sexual Tension, Mutual M*sturb*tion, Dark Past, Secrets, Dark Peter Parker, Past Peter Parker/Gwen Stacy (The Amazing Spider-Man), New York City, Kidnapping, Coffee Shop Meet Cute, Superior Spider
just saw a clip of someone saying British people use their tongues more in their accents (I somewhat agree as someone with a British accent) and New York and British accents are considered somewhat similar SO stay with me here, we can conclude Peter Parker gives FANTASMTIC head (did yall see what I did there) thanks for coming to my ted talk xx
okay sooooo... i have been sitting with a concept lately and i need to hear from the audience. this will be 18+ so minors, get outta here. sorry. i got something for yall later, i promise.
okay i had this dream a while back about our buddy peter parker. basically we shared a place while still working after graduation. he comes home from working at oscorp and is rambling(clearly pissed about something that happened). and omg it was hot. he was just being his normal nerdy self and i like got so friggin heated. he was on our couch and im like cleaning something up in the kitchen. but the sight of this man on this couch- YALL... OH MY FUCK!! manspread, messy ass hair, those fucking glasses, and his face a little flushed. panties. soaked. anyway. i walk over and start kissing his neck while he continues. at first hes like "what are you doing silly" but leaning into it and gets all handsy. yeah lets just say it was the roughest, hottest but like nerdest sex. yummmm.
anyway, thats my ramble. please tell me what yall think. i might just write a full story on this. i havent written a smut in a while and im hoping my skills improved enough to do it justice.
okay sooooo... i have been sitting with a concept lately and i need to hear from the audience. this will be 18+ so minors, get outta here. sorry. i got something for yall later, i promise.
okay i had this dream a while back about our buddy peter parker. basically we shared a place while still working after graduation. he comes home from working at oscorp and is rambling(clearly pissed about something that happened). and omg it was hot. he was just being his normal nerdy self and i like got so friggin heated. he was on our couch and im like cleaning something up in the kitchen. but the sight of this man on this couch- YALL... OH MY FUCK!! manspread, messy ass hair, those fucking glasses, and his face a little flushed. panties. soaked. anyway. i walk over and start kissing his neck while he continues. at first hes like "what are you doing silly" but leaning into it and gets all handsy. yeah lets just say it was the roughest, hottest but like nerdest sex. yummmm.
anyway, thats my ramble. please tell me what yall think. i might just write a full story on this. i havent written a smut in a while and im hoping my skills improved enough to do it justice.
The 4 tempers, the Severance procedure and the 9 Principles
At the end of Severance it was revealed that the files that MDR was refining were actually Gemma's consciousness.
In particular, they were removing her 4 Tempers: Woe, Malice, Frolic, and Dread. Every refined file corresponds to a new blank-slate innie for a new room.
Many speculate that Lumon is trying to perfect their severance procedure. They can already remove someone's memories from them, and they aim to also remove their personalities, make them sheepish and malleable and ready to obey whatever command they're given without question and without resisting.
I think this theory has merit. The four tempers correspond to sadness, fear, playfulness and cunning spitefulness, all things that make innies more resistant to their oppression.
Waking up in a strange room full with strangers with no memories is definetly scary. Makes people want to escape or fight.
Being locked in an office with no option to leave without ever seeing the sun or the sky definetely makes people sad, making them yearn to leave.
Playfulness makes people want to, well, play and have fun instead of working.
A certain amount of malice aids in formulating an effective escape plan/fight your opressors back.
If you remove all of the above, you get the perfect worker. The perfect plialable, trusting person you can exploit how you want with minimal hassle.
It's a very useful feature in the product Lumon is trying to sell:"Make this other person do all the boring, scary, painful, anxiety-inducing things in your life. Also don't worry, they feel no fear and no sadness so you don't need to feel guilty. Also they are very easy to train and will not cause problems".
It's basically the perfect product.
And I'm sure they'll sell it as an enlightenment thing. Kier tamed the 4 Tempers, after all. This is nothing but a technological shortcut to do the same, right? And if Kier did it, then it must be a good thing.
Kier is seen, as many cult leaders are in real life, as an extremely wise man, who was able to rise above and gain perfect self-control over his emotions. By taming the 4 tempers. Of course there is no actual proof he was a righteus man. And many fans suspect Imogene was a child bride (and I also think that). He was probably the furthest thing from a righteous man, and yet, as it happens in real life, he was able to fabricate this image of "Enlightened man", and gain a massive following because of it.
The Severance procedure helps you tame your 4 tempers. But this is not used for enlightenment. It is used for exploitation. It doesn't help people be free from their emotional problems. It makes them more easy to abuse.
Also, it's note worthy to me how the 4 Tempers are something to tame (something you want to free yourself from) while the 9 Principles are something to embrace (something you want to always be).
But these things are oftentimes in conflict with each other.
As an example, let's take Malice (temper) vs. Wiles and Wit (Priciples). I'm italian, and in Italian the words "Malice" and "Wiles" are translated in the same way, "Malizia". They mean the same concept. In english, one has a negative connotation while the other has a positive connotation (depends on context but it's overall less negative). This mirrors something I've seen in real life religion. The same exact act can be described in two different ways. The same way of being can be both something wrong to punish and something good to celebrate. This way it's extremely easy to punish someone for the same actions someone else is celebrated for. The discriminant is, of course, the level of power that peron holds in the organization. If a severed worker is cunning, that means they are wicked and malicious. If a high-level Lumon executive does the same, they are witty and masterful.
A similar thing happens with Frolic (Temper) vs. Verve and Cheer (Principles). That makes it very easy to pick and choose who has a right to be light-hearted and have fun and who doesn't.
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