Tawns of Fun

Imagine being capable of mass destruction and Peter doing everything in his power to keep you by his side. 

Well, it wasn’t on purpose, Peter thought. And you were in this dimension (“Earth-19999”) and that wasn’t to change. You didn’t have anywhere to go back to, because you killed everyone. Or at least enough people to make returning undesirable. 

“You can’t help anyone there,” Peter repeated multiple times, in different ways. “But you can save this world.” 

It’s a reminder you’re stuck here disguised as reassurance. Besides, you were powerless. Or might as well be, Spider-Man amended, when you refused to summon your apocalyptic weapon.

He was curious if anyone else could use the bow, just as he was curious about anything ______-related, but Peter didn’t need an answer now. Or anytime soon. Because there were bigger issues. Namely, Mysterio.

He was from another dimension, you were from another dimension. Countless people had perished in his dimension, countless people had perished in your dimension. Those were hopefully the only similarities you and Quentin would bond over.

At first you were worried he was a survivor from your Earth. Or that an alternative you was responsible for Earth-822’s destruction. Mysterio quelled those fears. Your world wide manslaughter bothered you, but telling a stranger about it didn’t. Peter didn’t stop to think you met him only shortly before Quentin’s appearance.

The thought of you sharing other intimate information with Quentin made Peter’s heart ache. He wanted to believe Beck was biding his time. As much as the thought of you in harm’s way scared him, he almost wished Mysterio had some mad revenge scheme. Then no one would blame Spider-Man for protecting you.

Imagine Mysterio realizing he’s going to have to get rid of more than one Spider-Man.

Quentin narrowed his eyes. While lying about being from another dimension, he never suspected interdimensional travel would interfere with his plans. Unfortunately, this one wasn’t interested in MJ, like this dimension’s Peter. No, visiting Spidey had to pursue you. If Quentin wasn’t so obstinate, he would have let you choose Earth-120703 if you wanted.

Imagine the Green Goblin feeling a surge of green hot envy every time he sees you trailing behind Spider-Man. Spidey doesn’t seem to know who are, but you seem to know enough about that pest to feign playing catch-up. You obviously don’t take being a hero seriously. Norman’s not really sure you’re all that heroic, actually. He is sure you’d make a fun mother, though.

Venom also wants to be inside you. Not so much for breed/ing purposes. Although, if asked, the symbiote wouldn’t mind seeing you swollen with spawn. Especially after bonding with Mysterio.

You haven’t been seeing Quentin for long when he finds out about your alter ego. Because Venom told him. As much as he wanted you for a host, fuck/ing you with someone else’s body sounds even more fun. Someone else who already knows what you’re into. They’re both so eager to share you.

So eager to share you that, when they come across the Green Goblin tearing an opening at the cr0tch of your suit, they forgive him for using sleeping gas on you.

Imagine Mysterio posing as Spider-Man in order to lure you to a secluded location. Before you can be smooth talked out of your clothes, you figure out what’s going on. He’s been using holographic technology to fake everything.

When you try to leave, an exposed Quentin restrains you. And snidely asks if you want him to employ holograms for what he’s going to do next.

Imagine inadvertently developing a crush after being “rescued” by Mysterio. It’s too bad you’re already dating Peter. Quentin wonders if he can turn that thought into a charmingly wistful confession.

Turns out he can. To his delight, you respond with a kiss on the cheek.

“Peter admires you too, you know.” Quentin’s smile freezes. Where are you going with this? “Maybe, the three of us could, you know...”

Fucking your mouth while you you sit on Spider-Man’s face would be hot. But Mysterio’s erec/tion is straining against his tight suit.

You’re reluctant to start without Peter. But Quentin’s fingers are straying down from the small of your back. Lust-addled as his brain is, he’s not going to risk you learning about the truth this early. He forces you to stare straight ahead. Uneasy, you follow his next command to get on all fours.

Even though you heard Mysterio strip/ping himself of his armor, the feel of bare c0ck pushing against your folds is alarming. Not as alarming as Peter bursting through the door. 

“______, Mysterio’s been using holo- Holy shit.”

Imagine Quentin Beck being frustrated over how you’re not charmed by him. You don’t seem suspicious, you just haven’t been taken in like Fury, Hill, or literally anyone else. Peter looks up to him, for God’s sake.

Beck’s eyes pop. Peter looks up to him. And you trust Peter with your life.

While posing as your friend, Mysterio’s suit unexpected starts feeling a little tight where his web-shooter would be if he actually was Peter. You’re cuter than expected, up close...

And you’re flirting with him, right? Yes, yes you are!

Coy, “Peter” asks if you’d feel comfortable watching each other mastur/bate.

Imagine Quentin noticing Peter’s crush on you and deciding to nip that infatuation in the bud.

Mysterio wants you for himself. Your personality’ll mesh better with his. Your powers will be put to better use.

Blood rushes to his extremities as he makes his way over to you, even though Quentin already “took care” of himself less than thirty minutes ago. He’s on the cusp of a recurring daydream, the one where you come to hate Tony Stark even more than he does.

But the older man’s about to learn why you never tell anyone about the full extent of your powers. You can see right through the holograms. His seduction plan was doomed from the beginning.

Imagine Quentin having a massive fanboy crush on you. Your unexpected appearance in Venice means his plan has to be tweaked a bit, but the pay off is almost immediate.

“I’m going to be better than the Avengers ever were,” is not something Quentin expected to hear out of the mouth of ______ ______.

You’re known for being a reluctant superheroine. Interviews he’d watched countless times all told the same story. You wanted to get a normal job. Settle down. Start a family.

Mysterio inwardly smiles. A single sentence confirmed what he’d secretly fantasized for so long: he’s perfect for you. You’ll mother the next generation of heroes, passing along your abilities, and Quentin’ll support you every step of the way.

A literal power couple, your admirer muses.

Imagine figuring out Quentin used to work at Stark Industries so he decides to seduce you into keeping quiet. With the help of some really ex/plicit holograms.