“ON YOUR LEFT!”

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three encounters that post bnd!peter would highlight during the enemy era with blackcat!reader

peter parker x fem!reader, 1.3k words ꩜ sfw, fem reader, long supposed to be drabble that it isn’t a drabble at all, brand new day spoilers, reader’s personality insp. by selina kyle & felicia hardy, interested in more? maybe you should let me know!

you both first came across when you stole something from a well known jewelry store in new york. peter was already tired, and most of all, still recovering from the shot wound he got not too long ago. so it irritated him even more when he found out there was a new villain roaming the nights of the city, and out of all things, someone with probably the most petty occupation someone could have. a thief. his head was already hurting because of one, and now he had to deal with another.

so what he planned was one thing, get this thief out of the way. and done. simple as that. but he really didn’t expect that thief to be anything like this. went by the alias of black cat, suit-tight clothing that fits her body perfectly, and a personality as cheeky as one. “my, my, spidey, isn’t it?” she teased, her voice carrying through the quiet night. he was standing on the concrete floor as he looked up, only to see the girl eyeing him from the water tanks above. she looked almost too comfortable up there, like she had been observing him for a bit.

her mask wasn’t really hiding much, he could still make out the shape of her face, the color of her eyes, even the shade of her lips. although it was impossible for E.V. to scan her, perhaps there was some built-in technology or malware in her suit that blocked the system entirely. “just looking?” his voice mimicked hers, and she raised her eyebrows slightly, almost amused by the question. “i was curious on what you’d look like.” she answered simply, her eyes still fixed on him.

“but maybe it’s me that’s distracting you, you’re just eyeing me.” she points out, catching the way his gaze lingered on her. she then noticed the helicopter from a distance, its lights blinding through the skies. “well well, try and catch me. ya know black cats are hard to spot.” and before the spider could even reply, she plummeted down from the water tank, leaving him with barely a second to react.

he finally snapped out of his mind and shot a web, only to find that she was nowhere to be seen. just like that, she disappeared into the night, leaving him standing there for a moment, staring at the empty spot where she had been. that was one encounter.

the second one, was when she was in trouble. she was running, and for someone who had said that black cats are hard to spot, of course it was gonna be easy at noon. she got desperate at that time, stealing in broad daylight for reasons she couldn’t disclose. the streets were crowded, making it harder for her to move without being noticed, and somehow, that made the whole situation even worse. she kept running, glancing behind her every now and then, hoping the police would eventually lose sight of her.

it was worse when she didn’t bring her grapple hook, making it entirely centered around her physique rather than her usual skills. and so she finally found a safe haven in an apartment building’s alleyway filled with dumpsters, pressing herself against the brick wall as she gave out a sigh. finally. she thought she had lost whoever was chasing her, until she heard a drop from behind. great. “at broad daylight?” spiderman. great. this was now the 9th run she had from him, and this time, he’d surely get her and turn her in.

unless, “mm, never expected it?” he squinted his eyes under his mask, watching her carefully. “you usually work at night, cat.” she shrugged, taking another slow step toward him. “maybe i needed something.” his spidey senses immediately went off, every instinct telling him to stay alert. “what?” alright, he might not be a teenager, but with mj already bluntly rejecting him those months ago? despite not really moving on, there was no way he wasn’t feeling something especially already having encountered this annoying flirty cat. and most especially with her standing this close, looking at him like she already knew exactly what she was doing.

he took a step back, and another. she was leading him into a pipe, wait, a pipe? klak. no she didn’t. his eyes widened under the mask as he tried to move his hand, only to realize it was handcuffed to the pipe. “sorry, spidey.” she said, already backing away with that same amused look. “better luck next time.” oh no, she did not just— she backed away even further before turning around, and before he could even react, she had already climbed up the apartment building’s emergency railing. no way. she actually got him. again. and it’s because he was acting like a school girl with a crush.

and the third and last one, was at that time when he was fighting wilson fisk. kingpin. it was his first fight with the said crimelord, and he was struggling just a little bit. this man was pure muscle, every punch felt like getting hit by a truck. it was almost scary to think about, especially when peter was already still recovering from his previous injury. but you might ask, why does black cat got to do with kingpin and spiderman’s fight you say? well, that’s where things got a little more complicated.

he was on the verge of almost waving the white flag, but of course not, he’s spiderman. he doesn’t give up that easily, but he was tired, really tired. fortunately, a silent cat came into the area, landing quietly above him. “fighting that junk?” peter was on the floor after getting thrown across the room by the man, his body hitting the ground hard as kingpin’s heavy footsteps could be heard coming closer to their area. “what are you doing here?” he asked, still catching his breath. you shrugged, “heard you were fighting him, thought i could help.” help? you? seriously?

“why would you?” he stood up, head still hazy as he tried to regain his balance. his punches weren’t like the hulk, but oh boy, was it similar. every hit from that man felt like it could break something. “that son of a bitch stole something from me.” something? peter blinked, glancing at her. “thought if anything, i could help.” so they know eachother, but what possibly could he steal from her when she’s also a thief? “ironic.” you shot him a look, clearly not appreciating the comment. “okay, fine, how?” and as time passed, the two of you orchestrated a scene, with her knowledge of him, and the strength and mind of spiderman, somehow, it worked. every move was planned, every distraction timed just right, till he was pinned down.

she ran when he called the cops for him though. although he found her quickly on a rooftop, since she helped him catch an a-list criminal, he didn’t turn her in this time. “thanks.” he said, and she shrugged. “take it as a sorry for.. bothering you.” right, as if her stealing dozens of times would pardon this, kinda. “so, what did he steal from you?” she sighed, “my dignity, he embarrassed me from a couple friends. don’t worry about it.” she bit her tongue, clearly not wanting to explain any further. and then a smirk. “ya know.”

she approached him again, and his hands divided almost like preparing for another handcuff move, which she noticed immediately. “relax.” her eyes roamed over his mask as she ran her fingers along his jawline, thump. thump. “we make a pretty good team.” you moved away. was that it? she needed to get close to him for that? and why could he feel his hands sweating?! god, what was happening to him? “y-yeah.” did he really just. “you’re adorable when you can be, spidey.”

and you grappled away, just like that. leaving him standing there with his hands still half-tense, wondering what the hell just happened. so, what are you both now? friends or enemies? gosh, you’re frenemies.

talking to peter parker about spiderman and ended up theorizing on who is said hero, but it gets more and more absurd and peter gets a little too defensive.

peter parker x fem!reader, social media au ꩜ crackfic, peter has an obvious crush on reader, reader having a crush on spiderman, reader is too much of a daydream that she calculated every single detail that she pulls a list of individuals to think, clark kent/superman mention as entertainment/comic and not as canon talkable character.

18+ mdni. cw! cunnilingus with post bnd! peter parker, praising, cum eating/spitting out, cumming w/o touch, men whimpering, switch!peter, half detailed smut, long drabble that it doesn’t seem to be a drabble

kisses placed on your thigh as his knee touched the ground, his body was on fire and so were yours. the adrenaline in his body was eating him alive, the mutation not only changed his body, but the trajectory of what his hormones used to stablize.

gentle moans came out of you as peter let out little grumbles from your skin, you were getting wet, and so is his pleading eyes. “pete— hey, fuck..” he placed another kiss on the outside of your cunt as he lightly kissed a part of it. “stop teasin’” as you took out an annoyance on that, his lips twitched. “sorry, sorry. fuck.”

“you’re just—“ kiss. “ah yeah, sorry, you taste so good.” he licked a stripe of your sensitive skin and a moan came out of you, “that’s, that’s my girlll—“ he chuckled before locking eyes with you once more as he took his tongue circling around your bud, sucking a small part of it, licking it right after.

your body twitched as your chest rose up and down, “you okay? i got you, (name), tell me if it’s too much.” he left your sensitive cunt and kissed the skin beside it, “so perfect.. hmp— god,” he whimpered once. your thigh was shaking, goodness, it hasn’t even been five minutes since he went down. perhaps it’s the mutation, but he seemed to find the spots where you’re most weak at.

his lips wandered around as you realized he was just soothing the shakiness from you, “peter please, just keep going.” hearing that request, he paused and looked up at you again with those eyes, and went back to the sensitive spot. slurp! he was like an animal that was thirsty, eating up whatever that came from your body. “god— fuck! fuck, that’s ah!”

the sound from you that took rhythm from the intensity made from him made you feel overwhelmed, your thigh wrapped around his head as your fingers sinked into his head. “shit, shit! pete, gonna c—“ before you could finish that sentence, your release had already got out.

your back and head was pushed back to the couch as he pulled away from your cunt as he licked the corners of his lips, spitting it out back. “sorry.” peter just looked at you and tilted his head. “hm? i liked it.” you stared at him as you could see the cum on the carpet. “goodness peter.” you threw your head back, as he chuckled and moved up to kiss you, which you returned. “can i go again? please?”

goodness god.

when Peter followed Ned to the apartment, he had two things in mind : one, to see how Ned and MJ is doing, two, try to grasp even just a glimpse of the lover he missed. it’s just that, he never meant to eavesdrop on the conversation that theorize on who spiderman is.

peter parker x fem!reader, 2.1k words ꩜ brand new day spoilers although it has been altered to not be entirely the movie script copy only that alot of scenes are similar, profanity, alcohol consumption, mj & peter never dated, implied a little angst, mj & ned being goated bsfs, reader is not depicted as y/n but as (name), reader remembers spiderman but not peter parker, peter misses you like crazy, reader is highk an overthinker and so is peter here, interested in more? maybe let me know!

The party was suffocating.

Full of sweaty people trying to get free drinks from the newly move-in of the apartment complex, people talking over one another as music blasted somewhere in the background. It was loud, crowded, and honestly? A little overwhelming.

And in the midst of that chaos, a guy slid into the crowd as sneaky as a spider would. Shoulders brushing past strangers every now and then, yet somehow never enough for anyone to actually remember seeing him. Nobody paid attention to him, of course. Besides, why would they? To everyone else, he was just another face among the dozens that had shown up for free food and drinks.

He was barely even interacting, once only to get a drink. And too focused on walking along to find someone. Scanning the rooms until he eventually came to one with, questionable room with multiple of Spiderman photos. “So you, stumbled across my board” A male voice came from a short distance. “He saved me and my friends’ lives a couple of times. Ever since, I’ve been trying to find out who he is.”

Peter looked at the male, it wasn’t hard for him to recognize his bestfriend even after all these years, he did still follow their Instagram. “Not tryna unmask him, just to thank him.” He paused. “I actually created this app that monitored his sightings.” He showed an application, Spidey-tracker. Yikes. Of course Ned was the one who made it. “You created the Spidey Tracker?”

“You’ve heard it of it! Awesome.” He opened the app just for a second and then pointed at the board. “Now we know he’s definitely from Queens.” Looking over the board, “But, I have managed to narrow it down to two main suspects.” The main suspects in question? Some Sciene Teacher.. and Flash. You’ve gotta be kidding. “If you knew who they were, it would really blow your mind.”

“I am sure.” He squinted his eyes slightly at the picture of the male that’s known to be his number one hater. “I’m Ned by the way,” Peter stumbled his words, “I’m uh,” “Gosh there’s like 50 people in our apartment.” A female voice this time came, “And statistically that’s 2 people in there that has to be a sociopath.” As he turned around, came another one, and his breath hitched. “When you think about it, it’s kinda dope.”

“Oh come on, (name).” The mentioned female shrugged, “Hey, just saying.” Her eyes focused on the frozen man and she smiled at his hand. “Nice flowers.” His conscious came back as he gulped. “It’s, housewarming gifts.” MJ raised her eyebrow, “Most people just bring out beer and chips. That’s nice.” (name) nodded and took the flowers. “Hey, my favorite.” she made a small raised eyebrows in approval.

“I’m (name).” “MJ.” The two introduced themselves as the male paused just for a second, “I’m.. uh, Maynard.” MJ nodded once as (name) blinked. Huh. What a name. “You guys don’t know eachother?” Ned squinted his eyes, now, who actually invited him then? “No, I’m a neighbor.” Hm, make sense. “Friend neighbor.” MJ shrugged, as Peter choked. “You need water?”

“Nope, I’m fine.” Peter assured and she nodded. “Talking about water.. I’m gonna go put these in one.” (name) looked at the flowers, and Ned remembers something, “How was the interview?” MJ just followed (name) to get the flowers into water. As they talked about the interview, Peter followed silently. Looking precisely at (name).

MJ had a moment with her new boyfriend, where Peter silently cheered for. It’s nice to see his cold bestfriend to get someone she could love. And a thought of you having one went by as quickly as it came. He can’t see that. No way. As time silently passed, and seconds turned into more minutes, the three of them are now in the living room. Peter silently behind the arch of the doorway.

“Hey, you seem quiet.” Ned lightly patted (name)’s shoulder. “You good, (name)?” He raised his eyebrow and (name) sighed, Peter’s ears perked at the mention of her name. “I don’t know.” MJ looked over her and smirked, “It’s that Spiderman thing again, is it?” And a pause. Spiderman? Him? “I know, It’s stupid. It has been years, I can’t get over it.” Ned finally let out a laugh. “Oh, the kiss beneath the pole of love in Queens’ street. Or something.”

“Shut up, Ned.” (name) let out a quiet chuckle, “But, yeah. I don’t know. It still haunts me to a point where I can’t even think of anything else unless we have something to do.” He still remembers that too, Spiderman suit, saving her from a couple of burglars, and getting a kiss from the girlfriend that already knew who he was. “Like, I remember.” Thump. Thump.

“I remember him being someone.” (name)’s voice had certainty, and even though she had already said this times and times, the two would always listen. “There is no way a hero would just kiss someone like that unless they were someone to them too, right?” Ned took a sip of the a drink. “I thought MJ took that from you?” You cutted your own story and Ned just let out a prideful hmp. “Never disregard a wizard, but please, continue.”

Peter let out a quiet chuckle, “Alright but, you know? I swear there has to be something.” He paused. “Anything, like, was Spiderman ever you know, mine?” “Was he someone I loved?” “Did he love me back?” “Did I ever knew his identity and just forgot about it?” He felt like his breath was taken. Cause of all those questions, would answer in a confirmation.

“You guys don’t think I’m crazy right?” “Nope.” “Nah.” The two answered almost at the same time. “It’s just difficult…” MJ admitted after a second, shifting slightly. “And a very original story.” She let out a quiet breath through her nose before looking back at (name). “But I don’t think you’re crazy.”

“I just…” (name) looked down at her hands for a moment, fingers absentmindedly fidgeting together. “I can’t find myself liking anyone else ’cause I felt like me and him were a thing.” She paused, letting out a small awkward laugh that held no amusement. “Which sounds ridiculous when I say it out loud.”

Thump. Thump. Thump. “I don’t know why.” She shook her head once. “It feels wrong to seek someone else.” Peter hitched once again. Something inside of him hurt, painfully so, yet hope bloomed just as brightly. It was unfair. It shouldn’t have made him felt like this. Yet there it was, growing somewhere deep in his chest despite reasons telling him otherwise.

“…Hypothetically,” Ned scratched the back of his neck, “What if he was Flash?” What a way to ruin it. “Okay, dude.” She leaned over and lightly hit his rib once. “Look, I don’t think it’s Flash. It could never be him.” Ned rubbed his side dramatically. “Ow. Hurts.” She ignored him.

“Their body proportions, don’t get me wrong…” She paused, trying to explain herself without sounding completely insane. “It’s not the same. MJ slowly turned her head toward her. “… You look at Spiderman’s body?” An awkward silence immediately filled the room. Ned looked between the two of them. Peter nearly choked on his drink.

“I mean—” She cleared her throat. “There’s a lot of photos.” Still silence. “And, for the information…” She crossed her arms, trying to defend herself despite the growing embarrassment. “…He has a really nice body.”

Ned blinked once. “…That’s a sentence.” MJ let out the smallest snort, clearly trying not to laugh. Peter looked away. Okay. Peter needs a minute. He gulped his drink

“And Flash is an asshole for all of us, you really think he’d be a hero?” She deadpanned, looking at Ned like the answer should’ve been obvious. Ned paused. “…Fair point.” He admitted with a reluctant nod before continuing again. “But what if he’s just doing that so nobody thinks he’s a hero?” Peter threw him a look. Flash? Seriously?

Is Ned thinking right? “Absolutely no chance, Ned.” She crossed her arms, shaking her head almost instantly. “The guy literally brags about everything. If he were Spiderman, we’d hear about it every five minutes.” MJ smirked at the words.

“That’s actually the most convincing argument you’ve made all night.” Ned sighed dramatically, throwing both of his hands up as a way of surrender. “Alright, alright.” He leaned forward again. “What if he is the Science Teacher?” Peter once again cringed at that. Does Spiderman look that old to people?

“No way, have you seen how his body movement is?” She pointed out without even hesitating. “That can’t be him, his reflexes suck.” Peter couldn’t help the tiny smile threatening to appear. Well… she wasn’t exactly wrong, there was no way he’d be a teacher.

Ned took his lips inside his mouth, looking almost offended on behalf of his investigation. “So you’re telling me both of the prime suspects can’t be it.” He leaned back against the couch, staring at the ceiling. “Oh my God.” She cringed.

“Yeah.” She gestured with both hands as if it was obvious. “Whoever it is, he has to be lean, nice, and have this body movement. You know, how Spiderman has these…” She searched for the words, making a few awkward motions with her hands. “…Good reflexes.” Good reflexes, huh. Ned took a moment, reconsidering his entire board. “I really need to change the suspects then.” He frowned, mentally crossing names off his list. “Who else would it be tho?”

“If I knew,” she sighed, letting her shoulders fall, “I would’ve also not have this clouded mind.” A quiet silence settled between the three. She pushed herself up from the couch with another sigh, stretching her arms over her head for a second before letting them fall back to her sides. “There has to be something I’m missing.” Ned said at the background.

Peter took another sip from his cup. Nothing. He tilted it slightly, staring inside for a second. Empty. Since when was it empty? He frowned at it as if the cup had personally betrayed him. Great. Maybe he should go home. But that conversation that he didn’t mean to overhear gave him mixed feelings. (name) remembers him but..

Not Peter Parker. Just Spiderma— Bump! Before the other could even stumble any further, Peter instinctively reached out, one hand catching her by the arm while the other somehow managed to catch the cup that slipped from her grasp. Muscle memory.

“Oh, Maynerd! Er— nard.” (name) blinked up at him before looking down at herself. “You caught me, wow.” She let out a small awkward laugh, eyes briefly to the cup still in his hand. “Good reflexes.” Peter looked between her and the cup before putting it down, rubbing the back of his neck. “Guess I got lucky.”

She blinked once, then twice. “You’re still here.” A pause. Her eyes widened just a little. “N-not that I’m kicking you out!” A quiet chuckle escaped him before he could stop it.

“No, no, it’s fine. You okay?” Peter asked, words trembling out as she nodded. “Absolutely fine, thanks for catching me” Awkward silence, one second, two. “I am—“ “Well I gotta,” “You first.” “Hm?” And a chuckle between the two of them. As she gave him the chance to talk first. “.. I gotta go,” A smile light from her, “Of course. I also gotta go back to my friends.” He gave her another smile before locking eye to eye with her, for a moment.

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.

“Well, stay safe.” She pointed towards the entrance with a small nod. “It is raining outside, oh wait— right, neighbors.” She mumbled the last part to herself, a little embarrassed at the obvious.

“Thanks.” Peter smiled, adjusting the empty cup in his hand before realizing it was still empty. Right. “I—I… I’ll see you whenever.” The words stumbled out before he could think of anything cooler to say. A small smile lit up her face.

“Bye, Maynard.” She gave him a small wave. He hesitated for a second before returning it. “Bye, (nickname).” Just like that, he disappeared back into the crowd, until he was gone. She stayed there for another second. Then another, hold on, (nickname)? Her brows slowly furrowed. Maybe just a lucky guess. A hunch… maybe someone mentioned it? Yeah. Probably.

But hey, he’s got some pretty good reflexes, and his body was… nice, his voice felt familiar, and she can feel eyes widened just a second. “Holy shit.” She turned her head toward where Ned and MJ were. She needs to talk to Ned.