#mcu spidey

[spideysquirrel]

mj watson i am ur biggest fan and supporter

[abcd-em]

(Scared of) Hesitating Things

Rated T | 4.5K Words | Canon Compliant Character Study

“You guys should come to Nationals.” Flash tells his parents at dinner. It is the first they’ve shared together in two weeks. They’ve been working late (in attempts to avoid each other at home) and travelling.

“Isn’t that in DC?” His mom asks, her chin resting on her hand. She’s smiling like he’d said something awfully amusing.

“Yes.” He says, frowning. “We could make a trip out of it. We haven’t–”

His dad bursts out in laughter. “I don’t know how you think I’ve got the time, kid? That car you wanna borrow for Homecoming? How’d you think we afford that? Taking little breaks mid-week?”

“No, I just–”

“Sweetie, aren’t you an alternate anyway? We wouldn’t see you compete. We’d be watching all your friends.”

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[watsonmj]

spider-man: homewrecker

day 2 (and 4) of @spideychelleweek

Peter and MJ are married. MJ’s a famous actress. Peter’s still Spider-Man. People think Spider-Man and MJ are together. The problem? Everyone knows MJ is a married woman.

It’s not a well-kept secret that Spider-Man is a homewrecker. He’s a great hero, no doubt about it, but he’s not universally loved in New York City. Not that he’s ever been universally loved here—too many damn cops out for his blood for that to ever be true. And that’s not to mention Jameson’s smear campaign against him. But it’s funny. The only thing Jameson never touches about Spider-Man’s misdeeds is that he’s secretly fucking one of the most famous, married actresses of all time: MJ Watson. Yeah. It’s a bit of a moral quandary.

[fieldsofview]

A cute little (mildly Parksborn) snippet from Ch 4 of "Spider-Man: Homesickness"

The elevator dings as the doors slide open, revealing a beautifully furnished sitting room, full of several couches surrounding an elegant fireplace. The stark white walls have a few large, abstract paintings scattered about, with small sculptures and vases on display pillars around the edges of the room. It looks like a cross between an art gallery and a hotel showroom.

There’s nothing here that seems personal, at least not at first glance.

On the far side of the room, resting on a pedestal in a corner alcove, almost as if it’s not meant to be seen while contrastingly on bright display, is a stunning white guitar. Peter isn’t familiar with the brand, but it does look older. There’s a looping and sprawling signature across the front in black ink that is hard to make out.

That’s personal. That’s Harry’s.

Still unsure about this whole situation, Peter decides that it can’t hurt to try to get on his good side. And perhaps it will weed out some hints as to what Peter should expect. Perhaps it will give him an in.

He carefully steps across the mottled carpet and makes his way over to the guitar, examining it closely. “Something tells me that this isn’t Daddy Dearest’s,” he says.

Harry snorts as he comes up behind Peter. “Definitely not. That was my present to myself on my 18th birthday.”

“From what I’ve heard, I’m impressed your dad let you show it off. He doesn’t seem particularly supportive of your interests.”

Harry looks at Peter with a quirked eyebrow. “You have no idea what you’re looking at, do you?”

Peter winces slightly. “Music isn’t really my area of expertise. I take it this is special?”

“That’s an understatement,” Harry laughs. “But no, you’re right. Normally, he wouldn’t care for my things. He just appreciates the price tag associated with this one in particular. Twelve million dollars and half the music world believing it’s a fake, even though I know for a fact that it’s genuine.”

“Twe-” Peter chokes. “Twelve million dollars for a guitar? Fuck me sideways.”

“I was young and excitable. So sue me.” There’s no bite to his voice, instead, it’s wistful and loving. “The first portion of my trust fund was finally accessible and I wanted something that was mine in its entirety. Plus, I knew even then that I would take care of it for the rest of my life.”

“Sorry, I’m really not trying to judge. I’m just feeling a little Prince and the Pauper right now. Wow. We definitely lead very different lives.”

“I’ve noticed. Don’t let it fool you, I will never be cool, even with the money and the music. It’s all a carefully curated look. I’m a dweeb through and through.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it, your Highness.” L’abito non fa il monaco, right?

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[nebulations]

[ID: A comic of Peter Parker, the MCU Spider-Man, and Miles Morales, Into the Spider-Verse's Spider-Man. Peter says enthusiastically, "Yeah dude, I met these other spidermen from different dimensions before! It was crazy!!!"

Miles does a finger gun and replies with equal enthusiasm, "Crazy! The same thing happened to me too! Did you meet the pig?" The style simplifies as Peter stares at him blankly with question marks floating around his head and goes, "….the what...?" End ID]

based on this post [x]

[deadclawshc]

he’s so cutie

[ppeanutz]

wade actually knows about both

[at1r1-p4rk3r]

Peter; at school and just got in trouble: I swear I'm innocent!

Principal; not amused: That's it. Your aunt passed? I'm calling your parents.

Peter: Haha, good luck with that!

Principal: What?

Peter: My parents are DEAD! *unhinged laughter*

Principal: but I have their phone numbers....

[mars2cupid]

i miss them :( 

Spider-Man: Homecoming (2017) dir. Jon Watts

[myrkky]

sketch of Peter and Wade after a long night of patrolling from 2022

[rainydayathogwarts]

No boundaries - Peter Parker

summary: peter parker and reader are best friends but have zero senses of boundaries/personal space. cuddling and they fall asleep, but reader wakes up to Peter having a dirty dream and thrusting into her. She wakes him up so he can finish what he started. Wrote this with tasm!peter in mind but can be any! warnings: lowkey loser!peter, SMUT, oral (f!receiving), dry-humping, pull-out method. 1.7k+ wc

When Peter had snuck into your bedroom through your window, you'd been waiting for him worriedly. He didn't crash in your room this late often, so you knew something must have happened. You had a pair of sweatpants and a sweater folded neatly at the edge of your bed just in case you'd be asleep when he finally came in, but it seemed that no matter how hard you tried, you were so anxious for your best friend that you just couldn't fall asleep. When your window finally rattled, signalling Peter's arrival, you jumped up to welcome him, stretching your bare legs, clad only in your small, loose sleep shorts. "You scared me Pete! I thought something happened to you, are you okay?"

The boy ripped his mask off, shutting the window close behind him and immediately beginning to strip, groaning in pain as he moved his muscles. "I'm fine, I'm fine. Just-ugh long night with thieves and gangsters or whatever." he scoffed. The second Peter threw his suit on the back of your chair, tugging the sweatpants over his hips, his hands reached for your waist, closing the distance between you and digging his head in the crook of your neck. You rubbed a hand up and down his bare back, sweater lying on your bed, completely ignored. "Oh I'm sorry you had a rough night Pete." You muttered, pressing a kiss on his shoulder. "Can we-can we just cuddle please?" Your best friend shyly asked, his words muffled against your skin.

Taking his hand in yours, you led Peter into your bed, settling in against the pillows with your legs spread wide enough for Peter to fit between them, just how you both liked it. Peter followed you, wrapping his muscular arms around your waist and laying his head against your chest, letting you play with his hair once you'd pulled the covers over your tangled bodies and turned off the lights. It didn't take long for either of you to doze off, the darkness of the early a.m's serenading you into a deep sleep.

You only began stirring a couple of hours later. You couldn't help it. You moaned, a mix of sleepiness and pleasure, squeezing your legs for friction when your pussy throbbed, but something was in the way, blocking your legs from each other. Instead, your hips lifted up, where they were able to grind against something, creating more friction against your warm core. It was only when you realised that whatever you were able to get stimulation from was still grinding against you that your eyes snapped open. Groggily, you took in your surroundings, suppressing a whine. Peter still laying between your legs, head resting against your chest, where your tank top was beginning to slip down, the strap having fallen off your shoulder long ago.

Although Peter's head was still, the rest of his body wasn't; his hands gripped at the sheets and he was rubbing himself right where you needed him the most. He must have been having a dream. You blinked a couple of times, waking yourself up. This is so wrong, you thought. You had to wake him up. Your hand came up to his shoulder, and just as you grasped it, about to shake him awake, a loud whine interrupted you. Frozen in shock, you reconsidered your decision, before snapping out of it and shaking Peter's shoulder roughly. The boy's movements stalled momentarily, and his head lifted up from your chest to see where he was. In the silence, you heard yourself panting, and had to stop yourself from bucking your hips up to meet Peter's.

"Peter?" At the sound of your voice, Peter's head snapped up, and his eyes met yours in an awkward gaze. Slowly, his mouth dropped open and he scrambled up on the bed, away from you. "Y/n, I am so, so, sorry." He whispered, but his eyes trailed down to where your legs instantly closed, squeezing against each other. When they fell back open, he spotted a dark, wet spot in the middle of your grey shorts. "Pete?" He heard your voice at the same time the smell of your arousal hit him, and his eyes almost rolled into the back of his skull. He was suddenly grateful of his spider-senses, his eyes trailing back to where you were staring at him, biting your bottom lip nervously.

You sat up shyly, leaning forward to grab Peter's wrist, and suddenly, the boy was pouncing on you, pressing his lips against yours in a desperate kiss. Peter's forehead knocked against yours a couple of times in his hurry, but you didn't mind it. In fact, you're tilting your head to the side and separating your lips so he can deepen the kiss as much as possible, without a care of how sloppy Peter's inexperience made him kiss you. Peter pulled away from you suddenly, panting heavily. "I'm sorry, are you-" "Pete please, please fuck me." You whined, hooking your fingers in the waistband of the sweatpants he wore to pull him closer to you.

Though Peter was already clumsily tugging his sweatpants down his legs and freeing himself from his boxers, he still had the decency of asking "Are you sure?" While pressing kisses all over your neck. Instead of answering, you pushed him away enough to make space for you to pull your shorts off, tossing them somewhere in the room. "Fuck, fuck" Peter cursed, rushing to pull his sweatpants all the way down, but he was already being pulled back to you, and a hand was wrapping around his hard cock. Peter moaned loudly, trying to hide the sound in the crook of your neck as you pumped his cock a couple of times in your hand. "Whenever you're ready sweetheart." You teased, spreading your legs even more.

Peter grabbed his cock, whimpering as he dragged it up your slit, collecting your juices before spreading them down his shaft with his hand. God, you smelled so delicious. He would have to get a taste of your cunt soon. Peter pushed into you slowly, breathing in shakily when he saw the way your back arched. He lowered himself closer to you, forearms on either side of your head as he began thrusting into you at a fast pace from the very beginning. You gasped loudly, hands immediately grabbing onto Peter's back and pulling his body closer to you. "Fuck!" You moaned, throwing your head back into the pillows.

You wrapped your legs around Peter's back, pushing him impossibly deeper into you and you gasped, eyes widening as the situation hit you. You were having sex with your best friend... and you were enjoying it. Peter steadily thrusted his hips into your sopping pussy, leaning his weight on one hand as the other one reached for the fallen strap of your tank top, pulling it even lower. You gasped as your tit became exposed and Peter grasped the hard nipple between his fingers before leaning down to put it in his mouth, suckling on the sensitive nub. You both cried out at the same time, the stimulation becoming too much as you became aware of how deliciously Peter's pelvis rubbed against your clit from how deeply he was thrusting into you, his balls hitting your ass with each thrust.

Out of nowhere, Peter let out a loud whine, his mouth separating from your nipple with a loud 'pop', his hips stuttering and he immediately pulled out of you, leaving you crying out in disappointment as he emptied his load onto your stomach. Your eyes widened in shock, jaw going slack as Peter caught his breath, before you saw his face turn a dark shade of pink, flush with humiliation. "I'm so-I'm so sorry. I-Shit y/n." And suddenly, Peter's arms were wrapping around your thighs and tugging you down the bed as he ducked his head down, licking a bold stripe up your slit. "Oh my god!" You moaned, both hands coming down to grip his brown hair, hips bucking up into his face. Peter's lips attached around your clit, sucking harshly, and as your eyes rolled to the back of your head you realised maybe Peter wasn't as unexperienced as you thought he was.

Squeezing your legs around his head, you moaned, feeling Peter's fingers probing at your entrance. Immediately, he pushed three of his fingers into you, lips still wrapped around you clit. A sob racked your chest forward, tears of pleasure filling your eyes as you arched your back into Peter's touch. Peter's free hand snaked under your tank top, finding your untouched breast to play around with, pinching at your nipple as his pace on your cunt quickened. Peter latched off your clit, mumbling against you "Come on baby." Just as his fingers grazed your g-spot, making you go numb in the brain, you tugged at his hair, pushing your hips up with a whine. Peter's tongue returned to your clit, helping to push you towards your orgasm.

With a loud string of moans, you came undone on Peter's fingers, head pushing back into the pillows before you were trying to pull Peter back up, tugging his hair until he obeyed. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down so you could kiss him again. Peter moaned when your lips met his, deepening the kiss by slipping his tongue into your mouth, finally taking his fingers out of your pulsating pussy so he could slither both hands under you, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist. "I swear to god, I never cum this early." He spoke when you pulled away, a worried look in his eyes. "Please, I'll prove it to you." He begged. "I think it's cute that I got you to cum so quick. Means you like me." You responded cockily, playing with the long hairs at the top of his forehead.

"I do! I do like you y/n! Can I please be your boyfriend? Please?" The way Peter's making doe eyes at you has you giggling giddily in his arms, humming slightly with a nod before you begin to doze back off to sleep.

"Wait y/n, I need to clean you up first!"

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[spideysquirrel]

what if the spider-man characters were little critters…

[spidey-official]

okay but what if I say I’m gay. Is that ok

no it's not okay i hate gay people

[punksnarl]

what the hell is your problem

[fieldsofview]

Ch 5 of "Spider-Man: Homesickness" is out now!

Fic Rating: M Chapter Word Count: 7.1k Fic Word Count (so far): 38.3k Relationships: Michelle Jones/Peter Parker, Michelle Jones & Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, Harry Osborn & Peter Parker, Michelle Jones & Gwen Stacy & Mary Jane Watson, Gwen Stacy & Peter Parker, Miles Morales & Peter Parker, Eddie Brock & Peter Parker, Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, Harry Osborn/Mary Jane Watson Primary Tags: Post-Movie: Spider-Man: No Way Home (2021), Post-Canon, 5 Years Later, Angst with a Happy Ending, Unreliable Narrator, Slow Build, Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort, Depression Summary:

Nearly 5 years after Dr. Strange's spell and the events on Liberty Island, Peter has settled into a routine. Patrol. Record the patrol. Edit the footage. Sell the footage. Pay rent. Remember to eat. Remember to sleep. Don't let anyone look too closely. Repeat. Sure, he misses his friends. He misses May. But that doesn't matter, because he's saving his city one petty crime at a time. Alone, because he doesn't need a team anyway. Just like the Avengers don't need him. The multiverse is intact and everything is as it should be. He's surviving just as well as anyone else nowadays. 100%. or: The week that Peter's life flipped upside down, one overly friendly stranger at a time. [Updates twice a month]

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[gattaxa]

"I'm afraid he's gonna die alone. You won't be able to save him. Just like you weren't able to save your whole family."

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