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Peter sighed and took the stairs up to his crappy apartment. The 22-year-old was coming back from his boring day job, which barely managed to pay his rent.
It had already been a few years since he had messed up the multiverse, needing Doctor Strange's help to put it back together. He could still remember the final wish vividly, like it was yesterday.
"...make everyone forget that Peter Parker is Spider-Man...!"
That wish alone set off a chain reaction that added to his unfortunate life. He still had his costume, training, and experience to rely on - but he had lost some of the most important people as well.
Ned & Mary Jane, his closest people, had both been accepted into MIT. They were in school, chasing their dreams. He was proud of them even if they didn't remember him.
Aunt May had sadly perished during the multiverse chaos, causing him to regret dragging her into it every day. There was no contact with any other hero colleagues.
It was clear his old life was gone, all thanks to his rotten Parker luck. It was astounding how one decision changed his entire life.
Overall, Peter just really wanted a win for once.
Opening the door to his hall, Peter was surprised to see a new tenant moving in.
She had a nice figure and a curvy waist; her attire consisted of black jeans, a dark collared drop needle shirt, brown boots, and a green jacket that was unzipped in the middle.
She had red hair that flowed down to her shoulders, complementing her green eyes nicely. She had blemish-free skin and a light complexion.
All in all, her appearance was very attractive. She even looked prettier than Mary Jane, and he had been crushing on her since forever!
The only reason Peter knew she was a new tenant was because that specific apartment had been vacant for months.
His footsteps attracted her attention, causing the beautiful woman to glance over at him. Her smile was pretty as she spoke, "Sorry to bother, I was just having trouble putting my key in the lock."
She had hired movers to take all of her things inside the previous day. Everything was ready, if only her door didn't give her so much trouble.
Peter walked up to his own apartment, only feet across from hers, "No, it's okay - the locks around here are pretty old. The tricky part is getting the key in just the right spot, like this!"
He demonstrated by pulling his key out, gently placing it in the lock, and specifically turning it until a loud click was heard. All it needed was a little finesse.
Peter turned around with a grin, "Ta-da! Just like that."
The woman giggled softly, finding him to be noteworthy. After glancing over his form, she had to admit he was a rather attractive individual himself.
He had dark brown eyes that could stare into her soul. His short, wavy brown hair was nicely parted and styled.
The man wore blue jeans, white sneakers, a blue T-shirt, and a brown coat. It was simple, but she liked the style.
Through his clothing, she could tell he was a rather muscular individual. He had a slim figure, but it held a lot of power. His jawline was prominent, and a few muscles could be seen bulging out of his clothing.
She was mesmerized by his cheerful attitude and toned body; she had a thing for men just like this. And she wanted to learn more about him.
Without meaning to, she accidentally used her telepathic powers. In the span of a second, she briefly saw his life and memories.
What she saw surprised her.
Memories of everybody he knew, gone. They were either dead or had forgotten about him. The past with Aunt May, Ned, and Mary Jane briefly flashed in her mind.
He stayed up most nights as Spider-Man, fighting crime for hours. Then he had to go to his job just to pay rent, exhausted or half-awake.
The responsibilities of his superhero persona were hard already, now he had to go through it without the support of any loved ones.
He had a pure heart, a true gem in this unfair world. Even when nobody cared for him, even when no one supported him, he pushed on. Because that's who he was.
She made up her mind at that instant. She was going to help him out for once. Spider-Man deserved to have things go his way now and then.
Plus, she would be lying if she said he wasn't attractive. Being around him for this short time already made her aroused - he mesmerized her in every way.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Peter Parker!" He extended a hand out, a smile on his face. He was completely unaware that his past was read through like a book.
She resisted the urge to say 'I already know' and extended a hand out as well, shaking it firmly, "I'm Jean Grey."
With their names exchanged, Peter was ready to head inside and call it a day. He had some pent-up stress to relieve - nothing his right hand couldn't handle.
Just before Peter could walk inside his apartment, he heard Jean say something interesting.
"I know who you are, you're Spider-Man."
Peter blinked in surprise, unsure of what to say. If she were a danger, his Spider-Sense would've gone off - but it hadn't.
"There's no way you could know that!" Peter exclaimed with a stunned expression, "Doctor Strange made sure of it! And I haven't leaked my identity to anyone!"
Jean smiled assuringly, "I know it's a lot to take in, but I have my secrets as well. If you want to talk, I can explain."
Peter bit the inside of his cheek in deep thought. He weighed the pros and cons of trusting this new woman.
In the end, he went with his gut instinct.
"Okay," He nodded while opening his front door, standing aside. Jean gave a thankful nod, entering right away. Peter closed the door softly behind them, leading them both to his small kitchen table. They sat across from one another, taking the atmosphere in.
Jean started off the conversation.
"The easiest way I can explain it is that I have special powers. I have telekinesis and telepathy, although I do prefer to hide them most of the time."
She wasn't very keen on revealing her mutant abilities so freely. However, speaking with a superhuman like Spider-Man made it easier for her.
"Woah, so you can control things with your mind?" Peter asked in an astonished tone.
"Yes, among other things," Jean answered with a sly smile, "I didn't mean to pry earlier, but I read through your memories. Your thoughts."
She shifted forward in her seat, bringing her hands atop Peter's. She held them softly, looking into his brown eyes.
Peter tried to stop the heat rushing to his face. Her hands felt so nice.
"All of these heroes get accolades, trophies, acknowledgments...yet you don't. It's not fair."
This life was nothing but shit to Spider-Man - and Jean Grey wouldn't have it any longer!
"You get used to it after a while," Peter tried to play off the feelings he felt, chuckling softly.
"It shouldn't be that way. I've seen your memories, you have a heart of gold," Jean said, "That's why I want to help you. I have something I want to offer."
Jean didn't mean to read his mind at first, but she was happy she did. Otherwise, this hunky piece of eye candy would've slipped by her.
"Something you want to offer? What did you have in mind?" Peter asked with a raised brow.
Jean returned it with a sultry smile, "I'm only going to be living here for a month since I'm looking for more of a permanent place to stay. I'm working on getting a house. However, for the month I'm here, I want to offer you unlimited sex."
Peter's mind blanked out for a second. He didn't believe what he just heard.
"I'm sorry, could you repeat that?" The web-slinger chuckled. There was no way this smoking bombshell of a woman just offered him a month full of -
"Sex. I want to give you a month full of unlimited sex. That means you can do whatever you want with me," Jean leaned forward to expose her cleavage. "I don't normally do this, but I'm very attracted to you. If you want to deny the offer, let me know and I'll walk away." She wasn't a whore, but being around this hunk was getting her pussy wet.
Peter bit his lip, thinking it over.
He was supposed to be Spider-Man, a hero who upheld moral values! Somebody who was seen as a role model for millions around the nation! How could he accept such a lewd proposition?
Yet again...he was also Peter Parker. Life had been kicking him while he was down lately. He had just complained how he wanted a win for once, and the universe listened! How could he NOT accept?
So Peter did what any hot-blooded male would've done in his position.
He accepted the offer.
Seeing his nod, Jean licked her lips, "Good choice."
Before Peter realized it, his body moved. It was fueled by sexual frustration and pent-up feelings of lust. He was still a human male! Jerking off and watching porn could only satisfy so much. He had a chance to truly act on these primal instincts he kept locked away.
He was a whirlwind, dragging a giggling Jean Grey by the hand. He led them to his couch, dragging her down with him as he sat down.
"Someone's excited-"
She didn't get to finish that sentence as his lips slammed into her. She moaned into his excited mouth, feeling as Peter ran his tongue over her gums & teeth. She slurped his tongue, making out with just as much excitement.
Jean suckled softly on the pink appendage invading her mouth. Like an obedient slut, she lapped away at his spit. She even swallowed a few mouthfuls of his saliva, finding it enticing.
Peter didn't let up either. He placed one hand on her cheek, turning her head slightly. The angle allowed him to dive his tongue even deeper.
They breathed heavily, their half-lidded eyes conveying how much they wanted this.
Within seconds, their clothing pooled on the floor. They clawed it off each other, throwing coats and jackets aside. Even their undergarments were yanked off, tossed without a care in the world.
Jean's body was the definition of an hourglass figure. Her curves and firm tits would've put any supermodel to shame. The boobs were topped with hardened pink nubs, begging to be played with.
Her fat ass curved out nicely, accompanied with her womanly hips. A faint muscular outline could be seen along her trim tummy. Her pussy leaked small drops of discharge, excited to get a nice pounding.
Peter wasn't any slouch either. His body was littered with defined muscles, head to toe. Even a simple flex of his bicep or crunch of his abs made the muscles shine.
They French-kissed until both individuals were wearing their birthday suits. The atmosphere was full of lust and carnal desire.
Glancing down at the object poking her, Jean got another pleasant surprise. She separated their lips with a string of saliva, going down to her knees with a sultry smile.
"I couldn't resist getting a good look at this bad boy down here," Jean spoke with a low tone, stroking the fat cock slowly. She placed warm kisses on the underside of the shaft, letting it rest against her pretty face. "It's the biggest dick I've ever seen."
She wasn't lying either - Peter was hung like a horse.
The fuck stick was 10 inches of pure steel, veins pulsing along the shaft. Jean could see a soft patch of brown pubic hair surrounding the base of his dick. A thick sack hung below, containing the cum that wanted to shoot deep inside her.
Looking down, Peter smirked. He placed one hand into her red locks, palming her scalp easily as she kissed his member. He leaned his head back with a groan as she got to work.
"This dick is, mmh, so fucking good!" Jean moaned while lathering her soft tongue against the stiff rod. She inhaled his musk, her bald cunt aching from below. "You fat dick stud!"
Jean wasn't sure what came over her, but something about servicing this pole got her loins wet. All she wanted to do was rock his world and have him stuff her full.
"Mmph!" Jean moaned around the dick as she slipped it into her throat. She didn't have a gag reflex so she was able to truly give the cock a clean shower. Her lips puckered around the girthy shaft, sealing it shut.
Her cheeks hollowed out as she doubled her efforts. Hearing Peter's moans and groans from the couch encouraged her to keep going.
"This fucking dick is driving me crazy!" Jean thought as her throat expanded around the prick. One hand fondled Peter's sack while the other fingered her wet snatch. She pushed her dainty fingers against her folds, occasionally pinching her clit. "I'm losing my mind!"
It was embarrassing for a telepath to admit, but it was true. Deepthroating Peter's dick was making her turn off her brain, running on a desire to have nasty sex.
Without warning, Peter groaned and clenched her hair.
He slammed her down on his prick, using her hair as his guide.
"Uurgh!" Jean moaned in surprise, feeling as if her uvula was used as a punching bag. The web-slinger's fat dick kept enlarging her esphosguas, using her throat as a pocket pussy. Her sealed lips lathered more warm saliva along the shaft, coating his entire dick in the bodily fluid.
Her fingers played with his sack even faster, fondling it was a passion.
"Fuck Jean! You're sucking my dick so good!" Peter grunted through clenched teeth. He had never received such mind-blowing head before. His sack quivered in her grasp, his thighs tensed from the pleasure.
Jean felt her head bobbing up and down under Peter's iron grip. She went with the flow, sucking even harder and fingering her dripping snatch with gusto. She was getting off on this just as much as Peter.
Eventually, the telepathic mutant felt as Peter yanked her head off with a resounding 'pop.' She looked up with hazy eyes, saliva dripping down the sides of her lips. Her fingers stayed firm in her muff, curling inside.
If Peter had a camera, he would've taken a picture at that moment.
She was a picture-perfect slutty whore, ready to be fucked senseless.
"I'm gonna pound that ass," Peter ordered, his friendly demeanor gone. He was horny and wanted to get rid of his pent-up frustration. The deepthroating he received only amped up his desires.
"D-do you have protection?" Jean asked with a sultry voice, getting excited by his tone. His dominant side was something she didn't foresee, but she accepted it with open arms.
Peter smirked at the question.
...
"OH SHIT! FUCK!" Jean shouted as her asshole took a fierce pounding. Her green eyes were crossed, her hair swaying with the momentum of the thrusts.
She was being held in a folded position, her legs spread in mid-air. Peter was behind her luscious form, grunting while fucking the shit out of her. His hands were placed under her thick thighs, his biceps flexing as her kept her up.
A lubricated condom was wrapped around the 10-inch monster, helping ease into her backdoor.
Jean was doing her best to stay sane, losing her anal cherry to the web-slinger. The mutant was so drunk on lust that she didn't think about taking the monster up the ass. Now that it was happening, she wondered why she didn't think it through.
However, she couldn't deny it made her toes curl and pussy gush. Being manhandled and fucked in such a brutal manner caused Jean's body to submit. It had found its owner.
"This ass is so tight! Ugh!" Peter grunted while bringing her pale rear into his pelvis. He brought her body down to match his thrusts, leaving Jean a mewling mess.
The telepath clutched her tits as Spider-Man ruined her backdoor. The sparks of pleasure from fondling her boobs helped achieve her orgasm quicker.
"Your thick dick is, oh - mmh~ - fucking me so good!" Jean moaned as her body was pounded without abandon. Her anal cavity squeezed tightly around the man's shaft, trying its best to push him out. "You're, gah, ruining my body!"
"I can't help it! You're too damn hot to resist!" Peter admitted as sweat ran down his forehead, enjoying the tight sensation of her asshole. His body felt like some kind of sex machine, unable to stop once it started. "This ass won't quit!"
Her pale cheeks rippled and thundered with loud claps. The rear acted as a pillow for Peter's pelvis, begging to reconnect every second.
Over and over, her rear cooed in delight at the rough treatment. Sweat kept her red hair matted against her fact, giving off a look of a true slut.
The smell of sex filled their nostrils, feeding their urges. Being able to copulate in such a sweaty, animalistic manner turned them on.
Peter loved being able to pound out his frustrations, while Jean loved having her body used. They both benefited from the month-long fuckfest.
Neither thought, only acted. There was nothing else to do but fuck like rabbits, blocking out the worries of the world.
'Thwack' noises filled Peter's apartment, sounding off each second like a ticking clock. It was a constant representation of their lustful union.
It drove Jean insane.
"OOHHH! PETER!" Jean warned as her toes curled, dangling in the air. Her hot core sprang up like a coil, making the rest of her body tense as a result. "I'M GOING TO CUM! YOU'RE, NNG, MMN~, FUCKING THE SHIT OUT OF ME~!"
Instead of answering, Peter acted.
His pace picked up, causing Jean to moan her head off even more.
His balls slapped her vagina, sending more sparks of pleasure up her spine.
His grunts grew louder, signifying his impending release.
Eventually, it was too much for both of them.
"I'M CUMMINGGG!" Jean cried out as her legs spasmed, her eyes rolling back into her head. Her hands locked on her boobs, squeezing them tightly. Spurts of discharge flew through the air, staining whatever furniture it touched.
Jean was quite the squirter as Peter found out. Her moans and pants drove him crazy, making the man fall deeper in lust. He couldn't get over how attractive this woman was - every aspect making Peter want to ravish her.
His sack clenched as his urethra expanded within the rubber. Her incredibly tight asshole squeezed even more as she came, pushing him over the edge.
Just as Jean achieved her orgasm, Peter wasn't far behind.
Instead of saying anything, the web-slinger clenched his feet and gripped his feet hard against the floor. He gave a final balls-deep thrust, following his instinct to breed the woman. His fingers gripped her inner thighs, pulling her close against him while achieving his release.
Rivers of cum ballooned inside the condom, expanding by the second. His veins pulsed violently, helping shoot more of his baby batter.
"Ooh fuck!" Jean moaned loudly, finally retracting her hands from the fat tits they were strangling. "I can feel the condom sloshing around! You ruined my ass!"
Taking the monster and fierce pace had stretched her backdoor out quite thoroughly. The pink anus went from being airtight to loose. A testament to Peter's size.
Peter chuckled at her words, slowly pulling himself out. The anal cavity gave a final carass as he retracted, quivering as each inch slid by it.
A ball of sperm hang off the tip of his dick, jiggling through the air. It swirled around, occasionally passing by his cockhead. Any more sperm and it would've likely popped altogether.
If only he didn't have a condom on, it would've stained Jean's anal walls with his spunk. Oh well.
As his dick bobbed in the air, Peter sighed in relief. He needed the release more than he thought. It felt like years of stress vanished, pushing a weight off his chest.
Looking down between her spread legs with hazy eyes, Jean smiled, "You fucking stallion! Look how much cum you produced!"
Peter chuckled at her words, the thin layer of perspiration around his body dripping off slowly, "Sorry, I just couldn't help it. You can't give an offer like unlimited sex and expect me not to use it."
Jean giggled, her pussy twitching at his words. He was right, she would've been disappointed if he didn't use it to the fullest.
Just as she opened her mouth, Peter spoke once more.
"Let's keep going, I'm not even close to being tired yet." Peter knew his stamina had grown off the charts from being Spider-Man. Years of crime-fighting and staying in shape made this task seem like a piece of cake. "I'm gonna fuck that pussy next."
Jean bit her lip, loving the way he ordered her around. She had promised he could do whatever he wanted to her, and she didn't back down from her word!
Besides, it also benefited Jean. Her untouched cunt was crying out, begging to be next.
Peter obliged her.
...
It was a leg-shaking orgasm.
That was the best way Jean could put it. The female's vision was blurred, her mind felt hazy. Sweat and sex filled the room, a sign of their constant rutting.
She didn't know how many days had passed since they started, but it had been a long time. Time had no meaning as they lost themselves within each other. Sounds of flesh slapping flesh were the norm in Peter's apartment.
They scarcely took breaks. It was only ever to sleep, eat, or drink...that was it. They both loved it like that.
Condoms littered the floor and furniture, scattered around. They were all filled, a testament to Peter's virility. The man was like a breeding machine, a true stud in the bedroom.
Once they ran out, they decided to go raw. Feeling his dick pound out her guts was a feeling Jean was growing accustomed to. If she didn't have Peter's dick for a few hours, she began to go stir-crazy.
Like a drug, Jean was getting addicted to Peter Parker. And vice versa.
She was currently in a mating press, her legs folded back near her ears. Peter was above her, his massive shaft making a mess of her tight slit. They were fucking on his couch, the furniture croaking from his constant momentum.
Biceps bulged on either side of her, his fists planted into the couch below. His hips did all the work, showing off his lower body and core strength.
His mouth was slobbering on her tits, gently suckling her pink nubs. He would occasionally bite & pull them, blowing cool air on them to arouse her further.
Her hands dug into his head, pulling him closer to her fat tits. He had motorboated them earlier, leaving behind small blotches of pink skin where he sucked.
His ministrations and sensual movements had triggered an orgasm so fierce, her legs quivered. That's where she currently was.
"YOU'RE MAKING ME SQUIRTTTT~!" Jean shouted at the top of her lungs, coating their connected genitals in her cum. Squelching noises rang out as Peter kept going, fucking her through the powerful orgasm.
She could feel his pounding down to her toes; it was the best sex she'd ever had. His fat shaft just never quit, always digging deep into her bald cunt.
"You're squeezing me so, urgh, tight!" Peter grunted while biting lightly on her erect nipple, slamming balls-deep with every stroke. "I'm gonna fill your womb up with my nut!"
In that moment, Jean's mind short-circuited.
Despite the waves of pleasure frying her mind and body, she was conscious enough to remember one thing.
They were fucking raw.
His cockhead was deep enough it kissed her cervix with each thrust. If he came down her unprotected, fertile baby room, she would get pregnant. Especially if he did it multiple times within the rest of the month
Getting impregnated wasn't the intended goal; it's why she asked for protection in the first place. However, as each thrust curled her toes and made her drool, Jean thought more about it.
Would it be so terrible to be a mother? She was only 25; most women her age were having kids anyway.
Plus, she would be bearing the children of Peter Parker, the legendary Spider-Man! He was already a role model to kids everywhere; surely he would make a great father.
Her finances were in order, so that meant there were no issues on that end. Peter had the strength to protect their family should they need it.
Also, he -
"Ooooh f-fuck!" Jean groaned, losing her train of thought as Peter slammed into her G-spot. His domination over her body brought her back to the real world, leaving behind whatever was in her head.
"I'm gonna fill this pussy up! I'm - oh fuck, almost there! Get ready to take it all, Jean!" Peter spoke while slobbering on her perky nipples, getting lost in her sex. His dick was relentless, his balls slapping her stretched asshole below.
He never stopped fucking Jean through her orgasm, causing pleasurable chain reactions to drag on. As the thoughts of being impregnated filled her head, her body responded in turn.
Eggs came forward from her uterus, awaiting the sperm to arrive.
Her cervix dilated, welcoming Peter's mushroom tip with a coo.
Labia folds sucked him in, her swollen clit pulsed with excitement.
Even her folded legs spasmed in preparation, agreeing with the rest of her body.
It was clear what she wanted.
If she got pregnant, it wouldn't be the worst. He had a month to do whatever he wanted, and if that meant filling her belly with a kid, so be it!
"F-fuck it!" Jean mentally vowed, eager to take the load. She would let him nut in her raw - Jean doubted she could stop him anyway at this point. He was so lost in the mating press, treating her body like a personal cocksleeve.
She shouted out, drool leaking past her lips. The red locks of her hair pooled around her, giving a serene glow to the fucked-stupid woman.
"G-get me p-pregnant! Shoot your hot cum deep inside! My womb is - OOOH~! AH~!"
Her primal declaration wasn't able to be finished, Peter interrupting her by picking up the pace. Hearing her first few words motivated him beyond belief, imagining getting Jean fat with his child.
What happened next couldn't be called sex. No, it was much dirtier than that.
It was breeding, plain and simple. Mating of the highest order - only done to conceive a child.
And Peter wasn't a quitter.
"Yes, yes, yes, oh my fucking shit YES!" Jean moaned, pulling his head closer to her bust. The grown man was hitting her G-spot frequently, making Jean wonder if she would die from the pleasure. It was filling up every inch, every corner of her soul.
"You're so fucking tight and soft!" Peter roared. Her labia folds were like cotton as he plunged into her depths. The silky petals of her cunt were unlike anything he'd ever felt before.
It drove him crazy.
"I'm gonna losee my mindd to this dickkk!" Jean squealed while clutching her hands in Peter's brown hair. More of her hot honey squirted on his abs as he fucked her brains out.
It all added up, making Peter reach his limit.
He gave three particular hard thrusts, watching as Jean achieved another orgasm. Her sudden tightness made Peter curl his toes.
"TAKE. THIS. NUT!" Peter screamed in finality, sheathing all 10 inches to the base. The web-slinger's voice came out in a commanding tone usually reserved for his villains. His brown pubes tickled Jean's swollen clit, kissing it softly.
Their crotches glistened with sweat, cum, and other bodily fluids. It was a true primal rutting session.
His cockhead pierced inside her womb, the urethra expanding widely.
His sack clenched before sending forth the gallons of thick spunk inside.
SPURT!
SPURT!
SPURT!
Like a broken faucet, Peter unleashed a rapid flow of life-giving fluid into his lover. The cum drunk woman couldn't do anything but moan as her belly felt warm, the seed traveling inside quickly.
There wasn't a condom to stop the stream this time. The web-slinger rolled his hips as his cock spurted out more chunks of jizz, getting every last bit inside. He wasn't going to spill a drop.
"Ohhhh fuckkkk," Peter groaned softly, slumping his head against her fat tits. He breathed out heavily, enjoying as his shaft spewed out the virile seed. Her womb massaged his leaking mushroom tip, coaxing him to continue thrusting absentmindedly.
"I'mmm getting pregnanttt!" Jean slurred in her head, lost in her world of pleasure. Her eggs were attacked by millions of sperm, ensuring she wouldn't walk away without a baby.
Her fate had been permanently altered by the month-long offer. She couldn't go back now; her body now belonged to the hero. His cock and limitless stamina were her new drug.
By the end of the month, Jean Grey would carry Peter Parker's baby. It was too late to turn back now.
And quite frankly, Jean wouldn't have it any other way.
...
"Are you ready, darling?" Jean spoke in a light tone, fully dressed in her usual attire. Peter stood across from her, slinging over a sack that carried more of their belongings.
Everything in the apartment was empty, most of it had been moved out hours earlier. Since it was the end of her month-long stay, Jean was ready to move into her new house.
However, the only difference now was that there was a discarded pregnancy test in the metal trash can within Peter's apartment. If someone looked close enough, they would see it said 'positive.'
Peter had been reluctant to leave his apartment at first, but after being 'convinced' with some telepathy skills, he agreed wholeheartedly.
Jean may not have intended for this to happen, since having a baby was a lifelong commitment, but she didn't regret a thing.
Their many passionate nights and rutting sessions resulted in Jean getting knocked up. A month of unlimited sex could do that.
Spider-Man's uncontrollable lust knew no bounds, resulting in the mutant carrying their first child together. Of course, she didn't have a problem with it at all.
Excited for his new life as a father and family man, Peter smiled, "I'm ready, honey, let's go." He hadn't gone to his job all month, but it didn't matter. He would just find another one once they moved.
Jean nodded, running a hand over her belly. She couldn't wait until she started showing - her baby bump would be a reminder of the best decision of her life.
Peter smiled from the side, placing a small kiss on her cheek. They walked out as he locked the door behind them.
Thoughts flooded his brain as they took each step.
It was funny to think how his life had quickly changed - this time for the better! He had been tired, exhausted, and miserable in his old life. However, with Jean in it, he felt like he had a purpose!
It didn't matter that Ned and Mary Jane were gone. It didn't matter that most of his old hero friends forgot about him. None of it mattered because Jean filled the hole they left behind.
Not only had he bagged a gorgeous woman, but he got to bang her whenever he wanted! The sex was always mind-blowing, making him crave her over and over. Now she was bearing his child, being knocked up by his potent seed.
His Parker luck had finally turned around for once.
While the pair walked down the stairs and into their new life, Peter couldn't help but smile.
People forgot that Peter Parker was Spider-Man.
Everyone but Jean Grey.