#ybf peter

[maevaniila]

TW !!! : self-harm

Doodlessss✨💖

[puppycassie]

Hey! Sorry for asking but I love the way you write YBG'S headcannons so I was wondering...

How would Peter react to us walking in our sleep? (I tend to sleepwalk every now and then, specially when I'm out of my comfort zone, so this could be pretty interesting)

♡ i'm so glad you like it, sweetheart!! no need to apologise, I love love love getting asks , here you go!!

! even though there's no nsfw in this, your boyfriend is an 18+ game, so the 18+ only rule still applies lovelies <3 ! 🎀🩷

some of my headcanons for peter with a sleepwalking reader ♡

♡ would honestly find it so adorable, chuckling at you slightly before doing anything else

♡ follows you around, he couldn't live with himself if he let his darling get hurt after all

♡ scoops you up in his arms gently and presses kisses to your forehead before carrying you back to bed with him

♡ sometimes records it and shows it to you in the morning, telling you how cute you looked

♡ of course, this embarrasses you slightly, but that makes it even more fun for peter "awe, you're so shy, baby,"

♡ speaks to you sweetly in your half conscious state

♡ sometimes says things that he wouldn't normally say to you when you're fully awake, enjoying the risk of if you'd remember it or not

♡ "where are you going, sleepyhead?"

♡ won't let himself fall asleep until he's completely sure that you're settled, not wanting you to accidentally slip or hurt yourself

♡ holds you tightly once you're back in bed with him, wrapping his arms around you and holding you against him

♡ if he knew that it was something that occurred when you were uncomfortable, he would do his best to soothe you

♡ "shh, its okay, precious." "I've got you." "just get some rest, I'm right here"

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thank you for the request, lovely anon ♡

[pingcookie]

Thank you for the likes ✌︎('ω'✌︎ )

Here is a short animation test of Peter

[isuckatwritingsobenice]

Hey I don't normally make asks but I swear there is so little content on your boyfriend. I was wondering if I could request a fluff fic for Peter where him and y/n discuss marriage early on in the relationship. During the conversation y/n asks if he can take their last name, unsure of if Peter would like to or not but Peter is ecstatic to let go of the name that weighed on his life so much. And y/n is like "your cool with it? Aight then let's get married."

A/N: You’re so right I wish I had more YBF content, like just peter and not cross overs, so i’ll try to write more for him in the future! But as always thank you so much for your request!!!

Warnings: None!

Navigation!!

What’s my name?

The sun hung low on the horizon, casting warm amber streaks across the small park where Peter and Y/N sat on a bench near the edge of the woods. The park was a quiet, almost forgotten place—just the way Peter liked it. He always gravitated to the hidden corners of the world, away from prying eyes and the busy rush of others. Y/N had picked up on this early in their relationship and started seeking out secluded spots to spend time together. It wasn’t just a favor for Peter; they found themselves enjoying the peace just as much as he did.

Peter sat close, his hand resting over Y/N’s, his thumb brushing soft circles into their skin. They’d been dating for a few months now, but in those short months, Y/N had come to understand just how much Peter valued these quiet, intimate moments. His love language wasn’t grand gestures or loud proclamations; it was in the small things—the way he looked at them like they were his entire world, the way he never seemed to let go of their hand when they were near.

Y/N broke the silence first, leaning into Peter with a teasing smile. “You know, it’s a little funny,” they started, their voice soft but lighthearted. “We’ve only been dating for a bit, and I already catch myself daydreaming about the future. Like… you know, the big stuff.”

Peter’s head turned sharply, his piercing eyes locking onto theirs. The intensity of his gaze was both thrilling and a little overwhelming, like always. “Big stuff?” he echoed, his tone equal parts curious and eager. “What kind of big stuff?”

Y/N chuckled nervously, brushing a strand of hair behind their ear. “You know… marriage. Family. Stuff like that.”

Peter’s grip on their hand tightened ever so slightly. His gaze softened, but his expression turned thoughtful. Marriage wasn’t a topic he had ever seriously considered before. His past—the weight of it, the way it loomed over him like a dark cloud—had always made him feel unworthy of something as pure and hopeful as a future with someone. But Y/N… Y/N had a way of making the impossible seem within reach.

“Marriage, huh?” he said quietly, more to himself than to Y/N. There was a hint of wonder in his voice, as if the idea was foreign but not unwelcome. “With you?” His lips curved into a soft, almost shy smile. “I… I like the sound of that.”

Y/N felt their heart flutter at his words, their cheeks warming. “Yeah? You’d want to marry me someday?”

Peter turned to face them fully, his other hand coming up to cup their cheek. His touch was gentle, but there was a fervent sincerity in his expression. “Of course I would. I don’t think I could ever want anyone else, Y/N. You… you make me feel like I’m worth something. Like I’m not just… broken.”

Y/N’s eyes softened as they leaned into his touch. “You’re not broken, Peter. You’re human. And you’re so much more than you think you are. I see that, and I hope one day you’ll see it too.”

Peter didn’t respond right away, but the faint glimmer of emotion in his eyes said more than words ever could. After a moment, Y/N pulled back slightly, their smile turning playful in an attempt to lighten the mood.

“Well, if we’re gonna get married, we have to figure out some important details first,” they said, raising an eyebrow.

“Details?” Peter tilted his head, intrigued.

“Yeah, like… whose last name we’d take,” Y/N said with a small laugh. “I mean, I know traditionally people take the guy’s last name, but… I don’t know, I kind of like the idea of you taking mine. If that’s something you’d even want to do, of course.”

Peter froze. For a moment, Y/N worried they’d said something wrong. But then his expression shifted—his eyes widened, his lips parted slightly, and an almost childlike wonder replaced the usual guardedness in his features.

“You’d… you’d want me to take your last name?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N nodded slowly, watching his reaction carefully. “Yeah. I mean, I wasn’t sure if you’d like the idea or not, but… I thought I’d throw it out there.”

Peter’s hand tightened around theirs, and he shook his head quickly, almost frantically. “No, I— I love the idea. I… I’d do it in a heartbeat.”

Y/N blinked, taken aback by the intensity of his response. “Really? You’re cool with it?”

Peter let out a breathless laugh, his free hand raking through his messy hair. “Y/N, you don’t understand. My name… it’s a reminder of everything I’ve tried to leave behind. Every mistake, every… horrible thing that’s ever happened in my life—it’s all tied to that name. But your name… it’s like a fresh start. A chance to leave all of that behind and build something new. Something better. With you.”

Y/N felt their chest tighten at his words, their eyes stinging with unshed tears. They hadn’t realized just how much weight Peter carried with something as simple as his name. But hearing him talk about it now, it made perfect sense.

“Well then,” they said softly, squeezing his hand. “If you’re that sure about it… let’s do it. Let’s get married.”

Peter’s eyes widened, his breath hitching. “W-What? Like… right now?”

Y/N laughed, the sound light and full of affection. “Not right this second, silly. But soon. Why wait, you know? If we both want it, let’s just go for it.”

Peter stared at them, his heart pounding in his chest. The idea of marrying Y/N—of becoming a permanent part of their life, of building a future with them—was almost too good to be true. But as he looked into their eyes, he realized that for once, he didn’t feel the crushing weight of doubt or fear. All he felt was hope.

“Okay,” he said finally, his voice steady but filled with emotion. “Let’s do it. Let’s get married.”

Y/N grinned, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to his lips. “It’s a deal, then.”

Peter smiled against their lips, his hands coming up to frame their face as he kissed them back. In that moment, all of the darkness that had once consumed him seemed to fade away, replaced by the warmth and light that Y/N had brought into his life.

As they pulled away, Peter rested his forehead against theirs, his voice barely above a whisper. “Thank you, Y/N. For everything. For giving me a chance to be happy.”

Y/N smiled, their fingers threading through his hair. “You don’t have to thank me, Peter. You deserve this. You deserve to be happy.”

And for the first time in a long time, Peter truly believed it.

[faolan-pilvimirsky]

My favorite mob in Minecraft is the Enderman. And then there's Peter… Well, I think they're perfect for each other.

[mariigol8]

Peter looking submissive & agreeable

[p1ss-uwuuwu]

[cupofadonis]

Blooming love...And coals for dinner...

My lil Comics on English now!!

I would be glad to have your support!!

[insect-dolly]

[collared-n-green]

Bro was a little too excited for that kiss…

Drew this based off @/vivsies image that has been floating around recently and it also reminded me of that “Hasn’t kissed anyone/Expecting kiss with tongue” image as well (both statements only apply to Peter though…)

[closeted-yandere-enjoyer]

he's insane (I love it)

[maevaniila]

Size difference ayooo 😩✨ he a big boy🗿✨✨

Also huggies cause never enough hugs🔥

[cooking-with-abigail]

Hi :3

I wanna start posting stories and art for a big hyperfixation of mine, which is the Your Boyfriend game! I've been obsessed for 4 years-ish. These are doodles from an AU I made when not thinking about my main stories with him

This one's a streamer AU where essentially Peter discovers Jam while scrolling through videos and falls in love. At first, it's just their voice over some gaming clips, but as the channel grows bigger and bigger, Jam does a face reveal and starts live streaming. They'd talked a few times in comments, but live streaming allowed Peter to talk directly to and get responses quickly.

When Jam gets invited to a con, Peter's amazed to find out that it's in his city! He immediately purchases tickets and eagerly awaits the day. There's a meet-and-greet, and things are going well! Peter stalks Jam back to their hotel room, just to see, and Jam catches him stalking. He gets to find out their cheery, friendly persona is just that: a persona. The real Jam is an uncaring, apathetic stoner who lets Peter hang around because he fulfills their needs.

Uh yeah :D that's all, its not very thought out compared to the other AUs I have, but this was the only drawing I had from my broken phone. If I ever get it fixed, I'll talk more

Bye <3

[pingcookie]

Tw: lil bit of blood (O_O)

What if y/n fought back?

Quick drawing before i sleep👏👏👏 hope u guys liek

[isuckatwritingsobenice]

Hi I came across and saw your writing on your boyfriend Peter and loved it and I was wondering if you could do a fluff where Peter is comforting y/n on their period cause I'm on my period and I thought it would be cute taking care of them while their going through their terrible time of the month I understand if you don't want to do it

A/N: Thank you so much for your request! I really loved writing this!!

Warnings: mentions of murder but it’s very light

Navigation!!

The rain pattered lightly against the window as Y/N slumped deeper into the couch. A plush blanket was draped over their lap, and a heating pad rested against their lower abdomen, though it felt like it was doing absolutely nothing. Every few minutes, Y/N would shift, trying to find a position that hurt less, but the cramps were relentless. They let out a frustrated groan and flopped back into the cushions.

The front door creaked open, and Y/N barely glanced up as Peter stepped inside. He was wearing a hoodie, the hem soaked from the downpour outside, and he carried a tote bag that looked ready to burst.

“Hey,” he said softly, kicking off his shoes and setting the bag on the floor. “How’s my favorite person doing?”

Y/N let out a weak laugh. “Horrible. I think my uterus is trying to murder me.”

Peter’s face softened with concern, and he immediately crossed the room to kneel beside the couch. “Murder is illegal, you know,” he teased, brushing a hand over their forehead. “I’ll have to have a word with your uterus about this.”

“Good luck,” Y/N muttered, their lips quirking up just slightly. “It doesn’t listen to me, so I doubt it’ll listen to you.”

Peter grinned, but his eyes remained worried. “Okay, let me help. First things first—” He leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to their temple. “You’re doing amazing, even if it doesn’t feel like it. And I come bearing gifts.”

He reached for the tote bag, pulling out its contents with dramatic flair. “Behold! I present to you: chocolate.” He placed a bar of their favorite chocolate on the coffee table. “Snacks,” he added, setting down a bag of chips and a tub of ice cream. “Tea,” he continued, holding up a small box of herbal tea with a triumphant smile. “And—ta-da!—your favorite fuzzy socks.”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh, the sound tinged with affection. “You really didn’t have to do all that, Pete.”

“Are you kidding? Of course, I did,” he said, sliding onto the couch beside them. “You’re in pain, and I can’t exactly fight your cramps with my webs, so this is the next best thing.”

Peter reached for the heating pad, inspecting it like it was a malfunctioning gadget. “Is this even working? It feels… lukewarm.”

“It’s fine,” Y/N said, but Peter was already standing.

“Nope, not on my watch. I’ll warm it up for you.” He darted into the kitchen, and Y/N heard the hum of the microwave a moment later. When he returned, he handed them the freshly heated pad and tucked the blanket securely around them.

“Better?” he asked, sitting close enough that their shoulders touched.

“A little,” Y/N admitted, leaning their head on his shoulder. “You always know how to make me feel better, you know that?”

Peter grinned. “It’s a gift. Also, I did some research, and apparently, magnesium helps with cramps, so…” He reached into the bag again, pulling out a banana and holding it up like it was a rare artifact. “Banana?”

Y/N giggled. “You’re such a dork.”

“Yeah, but I’m your dork,” he said proudly, peeling the banana and offering it to them. “Come on, just a bite. For science.”

Rolling their eyes but secretly touched by his effort, Y/N took a small bite. “Happy?”

“Ecstatic,” Peter said, leaning back and watching them with a satisfied smile. “Anything else I can do? Want me to rub your back? Tell you a story? Make J. Jonah Jameson trending on TikTok again?”

Y/N snorted. “How would you even do that?”

“Easy,” Peter said, a mischievous glint in his eye. “I could edit together a compilation of all his ‘Spider-Menace’ rants. People love a good meme.”

They laughed, the sound easing some of the tension in their body. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Ridiculously in love with you,” he quipped, reaching out to gently rub their back. His hands were warm and steady, and Y/N sighed, the motion soothing even as their cramps persisted.

“Thank you for being here,” Y/N said after a moment, their voice soft. “I know it’s not exactly fun dealing with me when I’m like this.”

“Hey,” Peter said firmly, his hand pausing mid-rub. “Don’t talk like that. You’re not a burden, Y/N. You’re a human being, and you’re allowed to have bad days—period cramps or not. Besides, this is what we signed up for, right? Being there for each other, no matter what?”

Y/N blinked, their throat tightening with emotion. “You’re too good to me.”

“I disagree,” Peter said, resuming the soothing motion on their back. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, so if I can make your day even a little bit better, then I’m doing my job right.”

They leaned into him, their heart swelling with love. “You’re going to make me cry.”

“Hey, no crying allowed unless it’s because of a rom-com or happy tears,” Peter said, brushing a thumb under their eye even though no tears had fallen yet. “Speaking of rom-coms… movie night?”

Y/N nodded eagerly. “Only if I get to pick.”

“Deal,” Peter said, grabbing the remote and handing it to them. “But if you pick that one movie where the dog dies, I’m walking out.”

Y/N laughed, scrolling through the options. “No sad dog movies, I promise.”

As they settled on a cheesy romantic comedy, Peter grabbed the ice cream and two spoons, setting it on the coffee table. He propped a pillow behind Y/N’s back and adjusted the blanket so it covered both of them.

“You know,” he said, nudging their shoulder, “if I had superpowers that could fix this, I’d do it in a heartbeat. But until then, I’ll just keep bringing you snacks and rubbing your back.”

“You’re doing more than enough,” Y/N said, squeezing his hand. “Seriously, Pete. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Good thing you’ll never have to find out,” he replied, his voice light but sincere. “Now, let’s watch this movie, eat some ice cream, and pretend that outside world doesn’t exist for a while.”

Y/N smiled, resting their head on his shoulder again. Despite the cramps and the fatigue, they felt a little lighter knowing Peter was by their side. With him, even the worst days felt a little more manageable.

[faolan-pilvimirsky]

Thanks to Peter for deciding to be my victim while I study anatomy 😈😈