𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐗 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 - 𝟓

No More Biting ❀

𝐀/𝐍 - All credit goes to the writer webslingingslasher on Tumblr

https://www.tumblr.com/webslingingslasher/745416293355749376/ok-this-is-random-but-i-had-a-dream-the-other-day?source=share

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → none

Summary → The reader has a nightmare about biting Peter.

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"Wake up." Stiff pokes, your touch is swiped away. "No." You poke harsher, Peter hisses around a breath. "Wake up." He pulls towards the edge of his bed, you follow right behind.

"Go away, I'm sleeping."

"That's fine, I just need to tell you something." Peter lets out the most dramatic sigh you've ever heard. "Tell me."

"I can't bite you anymore."

Two days ago you bit him so hard it left a perfect bruise in the shape of your mouth. When you saw it the next day, you cried and told him how sorry you were, Peter said it was fine and it didn't hurt. It was kind of sad, Peter had never seen you so guilty before.

"Don't tell me you're still crying over that. It was an accident and I promise it doesn't hurt." You frown; you weren't talking about that, but you think that's where the idea came from.

"I just had a dream I bit you and like, I bit your arm off."

Peter rolls over; he's got two perfect arms. "Trust me, Trouble. You've got jaws of steel, but they're not that strong." Peter's the one who brought it up. You point at the fading purple.

"I did that."

"And it's still attached." Peter shakes his arm out. "See? Wanna give it a nibble?"

"No! No more biting. No biting ever again, I can't control myself, obviously."

"It's a minor flesh wound."

"For now! What if I gave you a staph infection?"

"You didn't give me a staph infection."

"How do we know that?"

"Because you didn't break the skin, Trouble." You stare at the mark, it haunts you still. Your lower lip trembles, you hurt him. "Petey," it's that broken voice, the one that makes Peter feel like a teddy bear, the mix between bringing comfort and a sense of protection.

It's all it takes for him to scoop you into his hold. "C'mere, give me a hug." You press against him tight. "I hurt you." Peter holds his lips to your forehead, you caused damage and he's comforting you.

"Minorly. I've bruised you before, too. I didn't beat myself up over it." You snort, he didn't cry but he felt terrible. Peter went in a little hard on sex one night, his fingertips bruised little marks into your hips where he held you. The next morning he kissed them over and over while he whispered apologies.

"Liar. You freaked the next morning." Peter hums; he remembers. "Of course I did. I bruised my girlfriend the same night I got her." You want to squeal; each time he says it, it feels like you take flight.

"Then you understand why I'm upset. I mortally wounded my boyfriend, the person I love most." You gasp; you hadn't even thought of it like this, but it's even worse.

You push back to stare into his eyes, your thumb brushing over the purple ring. "I hurt Spider-Man!" You kiss over the bruise; you can't believe you hurt your hero like this.

"I almost bit Spider-Man's arm off."

Peter rolls his eyes. "No, you almost bit your boyfriend's arm off."

"Spider-Man is my boyfriend."

"Peter was your boyfriend first." You hold up a finger, "Technically-you told me you-"

"Technically nothing. You've known Peter for longer, that's who your boyfriend is."

You shake your head at him. "Well, technically-" Peter flips you to your back, and you blink wildly at the sudden movement. "Technically nothing. Spider-Man was collateral to get Peter to be your boyfriend."

You raise your eyebrows; Peter hides his hands under the warmth of your shirt. "Baby, I only said yes because I knew I'd be dating Spider-Man."

Peter pouts sympathetically, "I hate to tell you this, trouble, but... Spidey is pretty upset about the impending staph infection. Peter, on the other hand... is strong and brave."

You agree with him. "Yeah! You're the strong one, you can handle your arm being bit off. I mean, I'll never bite you again, but you could handle it."

"Trouble, as long as you're the one gnawing my arm off, I'd be fine with it." You pout up at him; Peter thinks he said the wrong thing again and tries to backtrack.

You stop him. "I'm not sad, Petey. I'm in love. You'd give an arm for me." Peter gives you three quick kisses, "I'd give you anything."

You murmur against his lips, "Like being able to call Spider-Man my boyfriend?" Peter presses in harshly; you think he might've bruised your bottom lip in retaliation.

"Almost anything."

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