QUICK FIC: Trick or Treat, Spider Part 1: Intro (Spider-Man)

As I wrote about a week or so ago, I’m going to be testing out some different things to keep this page more regularly updated aside from the two monthly prompt polls and monthly chapter of What’s Yours is Mine. I’m not going to commit to a specific idea or format for this additional content; instead, I will try to experiment, do some different things and just kind of see what I feel like doing when I have time to work on something. Generally, these posts will probably be kept fairly short, like this one. Some of them might be one-offs, some might connect together to form a series of sorts, and some might have a poll so we can have some interactivity leading into a continuation, like this one. My aim would be to try and get at least one of these up every week, and ideally, I’d be able to do more than that as my schedule allows.

The remainder of October is basically a test run for this idea. Anything that I test out for the rest of this month is going to be made available for all paying patrons, but assuming I feel like I can commit to continuing these additional posts on a regular basis, I would open up a new tier for it in November. The introductory tier would still be able to read the monthly polls and What’s Yours is Mine, as always, but whatever else I put up here aside from that would be at that new, higher tier. It’ll probably all get publicly posted at some point as well, but like with the poll fics, there would be months of exclusivity here.

It was an exhausted Peter Parker who let himself into his Chinatown apartment through the window. Really, what was it about Halloween that made every two-bit goon and wannabe criminal mastermind in the city think that they’d found the perfect opportunity to make a big score? Wearing a Halloween costume was not a foolproof way to get away with a crime in plain sight just because you had an excuse to conceal your identity while out in public, but many of the less intelligent criminals in New York hadn’t seemed to realize this, if the sheer stupidity of tonight’s crimes were anything to go by. Seriously, did the dude who’d been dressed as a big hamburger with eyes think that he’d be able to disappear amid the rest of the people on the subway after he’d held up a convenience store while in full costume? All Peter had to do was follow the giant bun!

The low-rent and even lower-imagination criminal activity seemed to have finally dried up for the night though, so he was going to relax in his apartment, pig out on some of the cheap clearance candy he’d bought earlier that day, and do his best not to think about pretty redheaded journalists, playful cat burglars in tight black spandex, or the general lack of either in his life for months now. Sure, he was going to spend his Halloween night alone in an apartment he could barely afford—but he’d grabbed the last two bags of peppermint patties off of the shelf for half-off! They weren’t his favorite Halloween candy, but a clearance sale was a clearance sale, and he was more than prepared to eat his loneliness away as he entered his apartment through the window.

“Hiya, spider,” a familiar voice purred as soon as he’d closed the window behind him. “Welcome back.” Peter froze. He recognized that voice, though at first he wasn’t sure if he was actually hearing it, or if his attempts not to mope over the lack of ladies in his life had conjured her up like one of Mysterio’s illusions. But then he looked over in the direction that her voice had come from, and there she was. Felicia Hardy was in his apartment. She was sitting on his bed, and she looked as mouth-watering as ever in her tight black spandex catsuit. Seriously, had that thing gotten even tighter since he’d last seen her? Or was that just his horniness shining through?

“Uh, hi, Felicia,” he said awkwardly. He pulled his mask off; not like there was any point in trying to hide his identity with her. “I guess there’s not much point in me asking how you got in, huh?” She laughed.

“What do you think, Peter?” she teased.

“Right,” he mumbled, nodding while doing his best not to stare at her too obviously. “You, uh, you look good.” Felicia smiled.

“I can’t see enough of you to be able to say the same,” she said. “You still seem to fill out your suit well enough though, so I guess you haven’t let yourself go since I last saw you.”

“Nope,” Peter said. “Definitely not.” He saw one of the bags of peppermint patties sitting on the floor, peeking out from under the bed, and he nudged it fully under the bed with his foot as casually as he could. “So, maybe it’d be stupid to ask you how you got in, but I really don’t know why you’re here. You’re not here to try and steal anything, are you? Because, I mean…” He looked around at his tiny apartment, and the complete lack of anything with any monetary value. Hell, ownership of the apartment itself would’ve been less valuable than the Black Cat’s usual targets. Felicia seemed to think the same, because she laughed while mimicking his look around the apartment.

“No, spider,” she said, shaking her head and smirking at him. “I didn’t come here to steal anything.” She stood up from his bed and made a show of stretching her arms out behind her back. Peter’s eyes betrayed him by drifting down to her chest as she stretched, and her smirk had widened by the time he looked back into her eyes. Damn it!

“So, what did you come here for, then?” Peter asked, trying to play it cool and pretend he hadn’t just been ogling his ex’s boobs. “I’m afraid I don’t have much to offer as far as food goes. There might be some leftover pizza or something in the fridge.”

“Not anymore,” Felicia said as she slowly started walking towards him. “You were out later than I expected. I got hungry.”

Well, there goes the next two days of lunch, Peter thought to himself, before focusing on the much more important fact that Felicia kept getting closer to him. He still wasn’t sure if her catsuit really was tighter on her body now than it used to be, but she looked amazing either way. Not for the first time, he kicked himself for letting their relationship fall apart. Even knowing that it had been more her doing than his, and there were complications there, what with the whole’ superhero and cat burglar’ thing, it was hard to feel like he hadn’t fucked up big time now that she was in his apartment and looking all sexy.

“Okay, no pizza,” he said. “What can I do for you then, Felicia?” She was standing right in front of him now, looking more amazing than ever. And she knew it, too. She knew he was staring, and that she had him right where she wanted him. He recognized that smile on her face all too well. It meant that the cat was ready to play.

“You can answer that age-old question,” she said. Her tongue slid out of her mouth to trace her lips, and Peter’s eyes followed it like it was a hypnotist’s watch. “Trick or treat?” It took him a few seconds to stop thinking about the various things she could do with that tongue and contemplate what she’d actually asked. But once he was thinking about it, he didn’t feel any less confused.

“Uh, sorry, what?” he said. Did she want him to give her one of the peppermint patties? Was that what this was? If so, why hadn’t she just helped herself before he got back?

“You heard me, Peter,” Felicia said. One of her gloved hands came up to rest on his face, and her fingers caressed his cheek. Even though he’d much rather have her hand somewhere else, her touching his face intimately like this still made his dick start to come to life inside of his Spider-Man suit. Fuck, he needed to get laid bad! “It’s the only question worth asking on Halloween. Trick or treat?”

“Trick or treat?” Peter repeated dumbly, staring into Felicia’s eyes, and then back at her hand cupping his face.

“That’s right, Peter,” she said quietly, before licking her lips again. “You can only pick one.” Her hand left his face and slid down his body, stopping around his belly and resting there. “And your answer will determine how the rest of your night goes, so choose wisely.” Her hand went lower, and Peter’s eyes bulged when it stopped right on his groin, resting on his dick through his suit. He was getting hard fast now, and she could probably feel it.

“Let’s hear it, spider,” Black Cat purred, slowly rubbing his dick through his suit. “Trick or treat?”

Trick or treat?