Spider-Man Holiday One Shot Stories

Day of the Dead - Death

Co-Writer GreyKing46

We do not own these Marvel characters.

Mexico, November first. Arriving by plane was Peter Parker; he had always heard of the Day of the Dead, but he had never experienced it. So he took some of his vacation days and flew to Mexico. "Phew...good thing I came now and not in the summer. I'd buy nothing but water." Peter joked

He was sent here by the Bugle to take pictures of the festival this year as news was slow, his last assignment before he was leaving the newspaper to become a science teacher at a collage close to his flat.

"Okay. Now to find Diego..." Peter thought as he left trying to find his contact.

"OOF!" he and a woman grunted as they bumped into each other

"Oh, sorry." A woman smiled after she pulled back. She had long black hair and her face was painted up like a skull

"It's fine." Peter waved off, the woman walking away to re-join the party

"Peter? Peter Parker?" A local asked

"Diego Montoya?" Peter smiled

"That's right. Welcome to Mexico." Diego smiled "Let me show you around."

"Sure." Peter nodded

After showing Peter around the town they arrived at the hotel.

"Wow... this place is nice." Peter nodded

"Glad you like it. I hope you don't mind the decorations." Diego helped with his bags.

"No...No I like it. So...Not sounding rude, what exactly IS: the Day of the Dead?" Peter asked after seeing the decor: cheerful skulls, skeletons in fiesta wear, candy skulls...sounds grim but it was festive and exciting.

"A day where we celebrate the lives of those that are no longer with us." Diego explained

"Like: family, friends?" Peter asked

"Of course. You have someone who you miss?" Diego asked

Peter, not giving a verbal answer, nodded. He remembered Uncle Ben and Gwen. His parents. And his clone Ben Reilly

"Yea... yea I do." Peter nodded

"Well, we'll bring you a candle for all the people you remember; a way to honour them." Diego smiled

"Thank you." Peter nodded, smiling

"I'll let you get settled in. We'll be beginning the party soon, so don't take too long." Diego left the room.

"Thanks." Peter nodded, heading in

Peter put his clothes away. He sighed and stretched out on the bed, though it was comfy he had to go sort out the article for the Bugle.

"Okay... so what sort of pictures do I need?" he wondered

*Time Skip*

Outside Peter had his camera and saw the city buzzing with excitement and people on holiday. He wore his Daily Bugle badge so he could officially take photos of people without being looked at funny.

He was smiling, taking pictures of the partying crowed

"Thank you." Peter waved, he turned around and saw the woman he knocked into back at the airport "Oh sorry...Hey...it's you."

"Sorry. Oh hello again. You DO appear in different places don't you?" the woman asked with a smile

"Huh?" Peter asked, tilting his head as he took in the woman's appearance PROPERLY this time

She had long black hair and a white skull painted upon her face as the rest of her face was painted dark grey. She was about the same age and height of Peter but she bore D-cup sized breasts. She was wearing a long, sleeveless black dress with a small diamond cut out of her bust to show her chest

"Wow...you...you're kinda dressed for this aren't you?" Peter asked

"Thank you...you're kind of like a sore thumb." the woman commented with a smile

And by that... she meant a simple t-shirt and jeans with his camera

"I guess." He laughed, noticing she was suddenly wearing a sombrero '... Was she always wondering that?' He wondered 'And why does she feel familiar?'

"Maybe...I can help show you around for a while?" the lady asked kindly. "Maybe get you some appropriate clothes for the occasion?"

"Yea sure, why not." He shrugged "After you Senorita." He said with a rubbish accent

"I hope there's a store that'll help sort that accent out." the lady teased

*Time Skip*

The sun had gone down and the party had stopped, everyone going to the graveyard to pay their respects.

Peter's "date" had gone to get some alter gifts for Peter's candle effigies for his family and loved ones. He lay them on a pedestal and lit each one; one at a time; carefully making sure that he didn't let the flame die out mid-way the lighting.

"They say that, tonight, the dead return to the world of the living and accept their gifts, watching over their loved ones." Peter's 'date' said from behind them

"I hope it's true." Peter smiled seeing her "Thank you for getting these."

"It's no trouble." She smiled "And... it is in some ways. But it isn't in others?" She sighed

"What do you mean?" Peter asked

"... You never asked who I was, did you Spider-Man?" She whispered into his ear

"H-How did you...?" Peter asked in shock

"I have been with you... and them... every time." She smiled, her hand brushing the candles

Peter focused more intently "Death...?" He asked

"Yes Peter." She smiled, cupping his cheek "I was there every time, by your side... I was with the crying child who made a mistake, I was with the lover who lost the one who held his heart, I was with the man who lost his brother... and I was with the warrior who avoided me and refused my embrace."

"Why...Why're you here? Why're you with me?" Peter asked feeling slightly betrayed yet...also feeling consoled.

"It is the Day of the Dead. The day... where the lives of those gone are celebrated. The day... where I can pass on Earth and join the celebration dedicated those I have taken to their final resting place." She explained

"Well...is it rude to ask you to the dance?" Peter asked

"No... I was hoping you would." She smiled

Peter got up and escorted Death over to the dance floor, granted there was a fair paced music going on at the minute; that soon changed when the band increased it to "Fiesta". "Can you dance to this?" Peter asked with a smile

"Please." Death smiled as she started to dance expertly, her hair and dress flowing with the air; emphasizing her beauty and techniques. "I've done this before." she commented

"This is my party day, now... let's salsa!" She grinned, grabbing his hand and dancing in joy

Peter and Death danced all night and well into the next day. Everyone had left for home; the Day of the Dead was officially over...but for Peter and Death, both of whom had a touch too much of tequila, headed back to Peter's hotel room: laughing, running and with the beginning of a making out session.

"I have come to admire you from the years I've seen you, Peter." Death said, trying to be quite but also laughing fairly loud

"I...never knew that about you..." Peter smiled as the two almost stumbled into his room.

"Not many people know ANYTHING about me." She giggled

"Well...How about..." Peter asked pinning her to the bed. "I try and learn?"

"Go ahead." She laughed "You'll be doing what Deadpool and Thanos has never done!... in this continuity anyway."

"Then let me try..." Peter kissed the Entity of Death. Contrary to what he originally thought, Death's touch wasn't cold; it was warm...and soft...REALLY soft.

It was... inviting

"Ready for Second Base?" Death exposed her D-Cup breasts, freeing them from her already free-flowing cloak.

"Ready." He smiled, kissing and sucking the nipples

"Hmm...Hmmnn..." Death moaned and pulled Peter in closer to her breasts, rubbing them against his head.

"These are beautiful." Peter grinned

"That's something: You, Wade and Thanos agree on..." Death teased

"Have they ever done this?" Peter asked as he began to nibble and pinch while kneading and sucking her breasts

"Oh! Oh One Above All...Y-You multi-task?" Death moaned

"Yeah...I've gotten good at that." Peter smiled "And... I have sticky fingers." He winked, playing with her nipple with one finger making her go wild.

"AH! Oh...Oh One Above All...Y-You're technique...!" Death moaned as her dress slipped down further exposing her nude body.

"Wow...shaved..." Peter smiled

"Yes." Death nodded, blushing

Peter traced down Death's supple breasts and began to edge closer to Death's bald pussy; gazing at it Peter, who WAS tipsy, began to kiss and lick it.

'It tastes great!' He thought, happily eating the entity of death out

"AH! Oh...Oh One Above All! Y-Your tongue!" Death moaned feeling herself coming to orgasm and to squirt.

Peter was surprised when she suddenly came, squirting

"Wow..." Peter licked his lips and saw Death blushing. She'd never came that hard by a mortal's hands before, let alone squirt that hard.

"Oh...I'm so...!" Death covered her face with her hands in embarrassment.

"It's fine." He smiled, moving her hands away "You are beautiful"

"You're just saying that..." Death blushed

"No...No I'm not..." Peter kissed her tenderly. His member was growing in size, which was not unnoticed by Death herself.

"Wow." She muttered, feeling the hardness against her leg

"Sorry...But...I AM making out with a beautiful woman." Peter praised her.

Death blushed, and smiled

"Do you...?" Peter asked, giving a quick glance at his trousers

"Yes..." Death nodded "Please."

"Okay..." Peter pulled down his trousers exposing his 10 inch long and 6 inch thick cock.

"Oh my..." Death gazed at it. His name WASN'T misdirection. "Truly amazing." She whispered

"Ready?" Peter asked as he positioned himself over Death's pussy.

"Please." She nodded

Peter entered her pussy, it was: warm, soft, enticing.

He moaned, thrusting in and out of her

Death had never felt a man's cock pleasuring her in a LONG time; she felt every vein pulsing inside her pussy rubbing her in all the right places.

"P... Peter!" She moaned, shuddering under his touch

"What...What can I call you?" Peter asked kissing her neck

"What?" Death asked

"A-A nickname...a pet name..." Peter asked "Just...just calling you "Death" is demeaning." he answered as his speed increased.

"A...A Friend...once...once called me...T-Tara..." Death answered as her pussy was aching for Peter's seed by now.

"Tara. Beautiful." He grinned, speeding up a bit

"P-Peter..." "Tara" moaned as she began to kiss her "bed-buddy"

Peter kissed back, rubbing her body until she came

"You came already...?" Peter asked

"Y-You're so big...it'd be impossible NOT to..." Tara smiled drooling a little smiling at Peter.

"And I haven't been fucked in so long." She smiled

"Must be lonely being immortal..." Peter asked

"It is...but when we find a lover like you...it's worth it..." Tara teared up

"But... once the sun rises again... I will no longer be on the mortal plane." She cried softly

"W-Why?" Peter asked "What can I do to make you stay?"

"I am an ethereal being Peter. I do not exist in the real world... Except for this one day a year." She cried softly "I will see you in your dreams, at least once a month."

"Can I do this within those dreams?" Peter asked pushing himself once again into his "Bed-Buddy"

"No." She cried "We would just be minds. We wouldn't get any pleasure."

"Well then...Let's make the rest of the day last." Peter offered as he kissed her tenderly, flipping her on top and letting her ride him.

"Please... come back here in a year." She moaned, bouncing in his lap

"I...promise." Peter moaned as his cock was straddled within her pussy.

A light began to crack through the window, dawn was coming. "P-Peter...T-The dawn..."

"I better...make sure...THIS counts!" Peter moaned cumming into Death's pussy.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" she moaned as she came

The dawn came as soon as Death came; the light hit her and started to disappear "I'll see you...next year..." She kissed Peter and vanished. "I'll see you... in your dreams." She whispered, before she was completely gone

"Until December...Tara." Peter spoke to himself.

*time skip, one year*

'One year...a full year since I've seen her. I can't believe it...but I'm here again.' Peter thought 'I also can't believe that Tara's friend was that taxi driver Joel.'

He went forward into the airport's departure section hoping to see Tara again, like he did one year ago.

"Guess who?" A voice said, slender white fingers covering his eyes from behind

Peter smiled, turning around to see his love... and a child standing next to her

"Tara? Who...who's this?" Peter asked

"Our son." Tara smiled, wearing the same dress and a black sombrero "Miguel O'Hara Parker."

"Our...Son...?" Peter looked at them both, he couldn't believe it...but the resemblance was uncanny. Miguel looked exactly like him when he was a babe. Peter glowed brightly and hugged his son along with his mother.

"D-Dada?" Miguel asked

"Yes Miguel. Dada." Tara smiled

The family was together. And happy

"I've thought about you...every day..." Peter whispered to Tara.

"I know." She smiled "I was there... when you were showing off for me."

"Can you blame me?" Peter chuckled "I've got some days off...We've got LOT'S of catching up to do."

"Dada." Miguel hugged his father

*Time Skip*

It has been three years and now… A marriage

"I can't believe you're doing this, Webs. I thought Wade was the one obsessed with her." Logan commented

"Key word there: obsessed." Peter replied "She fell in love with me, I fell for her."

"Well...it'll prove something." Logan added

"Yeah? What's that?" Peter asked getting ready

"It shows you're suicidal. You know Thanos and Wade have been trying to have her for...EVER." Logan chuckled

"No one thought you'd marry Jean. Yet you are." Peter smiled

Logan rolled his eyes at that

"Ready?" he asked

"Ready." Peter smiled.

It was the Day of the Dead once again. Peter made sure they'd have over 18 hours for Tara to stay.

Peter smiled, Miguel sitting on his Aunt May's lap before the traditional bridal tune started

Tara walked down the aisle, while most brides wore white; she wore black with red and yellow patches like a Mexican fiesta dress. "You look beautiful." Peter whispered to her as she approached the altar.

"Thank you." She responded quietly "And you look great to." She smiled, adjusting his bowtie

The procedures carried on the Priest asked for the rings to be given to Peter and Tara...that is until a titan slammed down...this guy's face looked like if Emperor Palatine fucked a prune.

"... Damn it." Death growled

"I REJECT this union! Lady Death is not worthy to marry this puny mortal!" Thanos, the man with the purple ball-sacked face titan proclaimed

"So you are saying I'm worse than a 'puny mortal'?" Tara grinned, using Thanos' words against him

"No I'm saying this puny mortal isn't worthy of YOU!" Thanos rebutted

"I'm marrying Peter, Thanos! LEAVE!" Tara snapped not noticing the groom was swapped with someone else.

"HMMNN-HOOMN!" Peter tried to shout through being tied up. But he HAD a contingency plan: The only person in the Marvel world to take on Thanos and the person who tied him up single-handed and WON. And she was at the wedding.

The mighty... SQUIRREL GIRL!

But she wasn't needed as black webbing was fired from Miguel's fingers and wrapped around Thanos and the one who tied up Peter, the two being pulled inti the ground.

"R-Release me child!" Thanos shouted

"Yeah let me down kid! I was close to marrying her!" the second one shouted

"Deadpool?!" Thanos shouted

"WADE?!" Tara shouted in annoyance

"ARGH! You...!" Peter gritted his teeth at the two as he escaped his bonds. "Well done Miguel. Sorry about this everyone. Honey...I'm sorry."

"It's fine." Tara smiled... Before Thanos and Wade where dragged to hell.

"Now...where were we?" Peter smiled

*Time Skip*

Ten years.

It has been ten years since Peter first came to Mexico for the Day of the Dead and met Death.

"I love you too." Tara smiled as she embraced her husband.

'Our day of the year...' Peter smiled as they entered the hotel room they first made love in.

"Oh Peter...You remembered." Tara cooed

"Of course I do." He smiled, kissing her

Peter arrived at eleven fifty PM on Halloween; he went back to the same hotel and met his wife. This was their tradition, and likely that tradition ended with a new child...well once every five years wasn't bad. He and Tara managed to keep their marriage strong all this time. Peter begun to strip Tara's clothes off, exposing the breasts she used to nurse their children. "I never get tired of your body..." Peter rubbed her sides and breasts.

"And...I never...get tired...of your touch..." Tara moaned kissing her husband deeply.

"I see you at least once a month..." Peter said, kissing her pale skin "... But since we cannot touch each other truly it makes this one day a year SO much more special."

"True. But... at least you can now see me outside of your dreams." She smiled

"Now I know why people called Thanos "crazy"..." Peter joked

"Yea... but you DO love showing off for me." Tara smiled, kissing him before she moaned at his touch

Peter had over twenty hours to make love to his wife...and he wasn't going to waste a second. He lay her gently down on the bed, kissing her while stripping off her clothes.

Tara smiled, and flipped them over so she was on top "What first my love?" She smiled, her breasts waving lightly

She opened her mouth, taking the head in her mouth as she moaned. Peter had started licking her pale pussy at the exact same time, the two in a classic 69 position

'S-So good...' She thought taking her husband's dick into her mouth begging for his seed

'I love this woman...' Peter thought as he began eating her snatch

The two just moaned as they lovingly played with each other

Tara came first, squirting on Peter's face. Though she did it on occasion, she was still embarrassed doing it.

But she smiled happily as his cum filled her mouth

"Hmm...S-Sweet..." Peter mumbled licking his lips.

"So thick...And STILL hard?" Tara moaned

"It's you...of course I'm hard." Peter smiled as Tara slipped her pussy closer to his cock and positioned herself to a more comfortable position.

"I've missed this." Tara smiled, moaning as she slid onto his cock

"I've missed this too..." Peter commented happily as he felt his wife's pussy again.

"Hmm...S-So...hard..." Tara moaned as she began to thrust with Peter's phallus.

"A year without you does that." Peter grunted. Only being able to fuck once a year meant that Tara stayed tight and Peter was a bit built up

"Ah, ah, ah, ah...F-Fuck..." Tara moaned as she felt Peter's hands caress her breasts tenderly.

"Y-You just...got tighter..." Peter kissed her neck while: thrusting faster and playing with her nipples.

"I love you!" Tara panted

"I...Love you...too..." Peter moaned as he came inside of his wife.

Tara moaned, her head falling back in pleasure as she came with her husband

"A...Again..." Tara asked

"Alright...But...I want to try...somewhere else..." Peter smiled caressing her ass.

"... We've never done that before." She blushed

"It's our tenth anniversary...I think we deserve something special..." Peter whispered in her ear seductively

Tara blushed and smiled

"You ready?" Peter asked slowly slipping from her pussy.

"Yes." Tara nodded, rolling over and getting on all fours. She smiled, shaking her ass lightly

Tara gasped, shuddering a bit while Peter spread her ass-cheeks as well

"So...soft..." Peter muttered as he pushed in gently. His wife seized up lightly as she felt her husband's cock enter her through her virgin hole.

"... Fuck." She hissed in slight pain

"Hey, hey...I'm here..." Peter comforted his wife as he pushed all the way into her ass 'FUCK this is TIGHT!'

"I-I'll...re-remember this...P-Peter..." Tara moaned happily

"In not a bad way...I hope..." Peter smiled

"S-Shut up..." She teased. "O-One Above All...Y-Your...your dick...I-I'm cumming!"

Peter grunted as he felt her tighten again, but kept going

"Ah, ah, ah...!" Tara came squirting onto the bed sheets and unintentionally spraying her husband's cum from her womb.

"Oh Tara..." Peter spoke a bit dark but also concerned.

"H-Huh...?" Tara turned her head and felt her husband pulling out her ass.

"We'll have to refill that pussy of yours..." Peter smiled

Tara's eyes widened, gulping.

Peter pulled his still erect cock out of his wife's ass making her moan as it made an almost audible "pop". "Here. We. Go..." He rubbed her belly

"P-Peter...Hmm!" Tara moaned as she felt her husband push inside her with a single thrust.

"W... where did you get such... energy?!" She moaned as he relentlessly pounded her pussy

"Being Spider-Man...And fighting a shit tonne of enemies...with lack of my wife's touch...It builds up..." Peter explained as his thrusting increased.

"FUCK!" Tara screamed as she came "PEEETEEER!"

As Peter came into Tara's pussy she didn't squirt it out, mostly because Peter's cock was plugging it. "FUCK!"

The two collapsed onto the bed, panting.

Peter's cock slipped out of Tara's pussy and landed on top of her entrance, his breathing was heavy feeling his wife close on him. "I love you..." He smiled

"I love you to." She whispered

*Time Skip*

Peter was fighting in New York; he was working with the Avengers and fighting the Squadron Supreme.

"This is getting old." He frowned, jumping around the place

"Zarda, squash the bug!" Night-Hawk ordered

"My pleasure!" said villainess roared as she struck towards Peter.

"Arachnid!" Peter snapped, webbing the woman's face "Why do people ALWAYS get that wrong?!"

"GAH!" Zarda snapped as she felt webbing on her torso and then thrown into a car via a slingshot.

"Okay you Batman-Faker...Just you and me!" Peter cracked his knuckles

"No. Just me." Night-Hawk scoffed

"What're you...?" Peter asked not leaving his gaze from Night-Hawk

And Zarda's body exploded.

"ARGH!" Peter screamed as bits of Zarda's armour pierced him.

Night-Hawk didn't even flinch.

"Peter." Tara gasped. This was a battle where people COULD die, so she was here as her husband fought

"SPIDER!" Hawkeye called out

"I told you...JUST me." Night-Hawk spoke with an emotionless voice.

But the Spider-Man wasn't finished. He growled, pulled himself to his feet. His eyes closed and he took deep, calming breaths. This shocked Night-Hawk, making him take a step back

"Peter..." Tara rubbed her wedding ring seeing her husband rising like a man possessed from the ground.

"What...?" Night-Hawk gasped but began to punch Peter in his back hoping to push the shrapnel into his body even further.

"GRNN!" Peter gritted his teeth taking the pain and grabbing Night-Hawk's wrist into his hand

"Sorry... but my Wife would kill me if I died here." Peter growled, black smoke seeming to pour out of his body

"Peter...what...?" Tara gazed at her husband trying to decipher WHAT the smoke was.

"What...ARE you?" Night-Hawk shuddered

Peter gripped the villain's throat and forced his head so Peter's mouth was near his ear "I'm Spider-Man." he stated simply and broke Night-Hawk's arm by twisting it.

When the smoke died down... he was in a new suit. A white and black suit

"Hubba-hubba...my dear husband..." Tara smiled seeing her husband in this new and VERY good looking suit.

It was a mainly white suit with a black skull like spider on his chest, the legs leading down his arms and legs. There were also black accents on his side, as his waist as a belt and on his shoulders. Finally he had lens in the normal Spider-Man style but in red with black borders around the edges, the white of the suit having a slight red tint to the material in the right light.

"Wow...This is...Tara?" Peter asked seeing his wife in plain view while he was awake.

"Looks like you being with me so much has basically made you a 'medium world' being.

"If that means what I think it means..." Peter smiled hoping to hold her hand but heard Hyperion fighting Thor.

"We can wait till we get home." Tara smiled

Peter nodded, crouching down into his classic pose

"... Party time." He grinned

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