#peter b parker drabble

[l13]

Peter B getting baby fever 🥰

The man who pins you in a mating press so you're just completely at his mercy

You could be sobbing and He's still going. Cooing and telling you how he knows you can handle just one more load

It's spilling out onto the bed under you at this point and you can barely think as he fucks into your overstimulated pussy

Praising you and telling you how pretty you'd look as a mommy

omfg yes.

cw: nsfw mdni, breeding kink, mommy kink?

peter is panting against your mouth, babbling about how 'you're taking him so well," how he "can't wait to get you pregnant-", he's honestly not doing better himself- whimpering and moaning with drool running down the side of his mouth, eyes rolling back at the way your pussy squeezes him tightly- and he can smell the sex in the air after hours of fucking into you messily- his hair sticking to his forehead.

"Y'gonna cum for me, mommy?"

"Fuck- one more, jus' one more baby I swear-," but he's a big fat LIAR 'cause he just can't for the life of him stop thrusting his hips against you:(((, you feel so good that it brings tears to his eyes, chasing the same pleasure you give him over and over again, till you're both spent- his cum dripping out of your pussy cause it's just too much- and he's cursing quietly, fingering you to try and push it back in, his other hand holding you down as you thrash around- crying out to him that it's too much-

"Oh I know honey, gotta make sure though, right? Gotta make sure you get pregnant-" "How else will I make you a mommy, hm?"

his cock is painted white, nd he flushes pink when he notices how stained the bed sheets are- you're just gonna have to throw them out at this point.

[keisobe]

── ⋆˙⟡♡ 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 (𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚)

from spider-man : across the spiderverse (spoiler free!!)

characters. miles morales. miguel o’hara. hobie brown & peter b. parker. + pavitr prabhakar

notes. i quickly wrote this because spiderverse has consumed a lot of my attention (cue the tiktok edits i’ve saved of hobie and miguel). anyways hope i did the characterization accurate enough and hope it was fun to read ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡) + not completely proofread

𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 ❤︎

he’s painfully awkward when it comes to hugging. his limbs don’t know where to wrap around, so they keep flaring everywhere until you end up locking him into one solid hug.

miles is also very respectful of your boundaries, he would do that weird hover hand thing over your waist that would look very off in photos (his hand literally 3 inches away from your shoulder, but a good photo overall).

but when he’s close to you, he would pull you into a protective and warm embrace— especially if he has been worried sick about you. that’s until he pulls away and let’s out a chuckle accompanied with a light scratch on the back of his neck to ease his worries.

“umm… wait— lemme just…”

miles’ arms were bending awkwardly and moving in lightning speed, a nervous smile plastered onto his conflicted features— twitching brows and all.

you huffed at his failed attempt to simply embrace you, so you forcefully hooked your arms around his neck and brought him closer, feeling the softness of his cheek against your forehead and the pacing heartbeat you didn’t know he had.

“it’s fine, it’s just me silly.” you teased into his ear, prompting miles to chuckle at his own awkwardness and to wrap his strong arms around your waist.

“right, it’s you.” he whispered more to himself, leaning down to reach your height and to cutely rest his head in the nape of your neck. “just you.”

𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐨’𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 ❤︎

hasn’t been held in so long. he says that he doesn’t do hugs, will probably go into flight-and-fight mode if you even asked for a small embrace. if you’re lucky though, he’ll leave you with a deadly glare and an annoyed huff.

but in the heat of the moment, in the moments of needed comfort, he will be there to give you an embrace. although, his hugs are tight, to the point you have a hard time breathing. it’ll take him a moment to notice that you’re literally breathless and will cough a lousy sorry as compensation for squeezing you to death (but he actually feels bad).

what nobody knows (maybe expect you) is that he prefers hugs that can display his strength. lifting you off from the ground with ease makes him smirk to himself. surprise hugs from the back also avoids the awkwardness of confronting actual romantic contact (it’s also more fun for him).

“what now?” miguel folds his arms impatiently as he watches you dumbly spread your arms out, a determined glint in your eyes.

no response, you simply spread your arms wider. miguel huffs an annoyed laugh and awkwardly comes up to you to embrace you, with a tightness that made you choke for air. then he suddenly lifts you from the floor, making you latch tightly around his neck.

miguel sighs deeply, the irritation that emitted from him suddenly became comfortably warm.

“did you need this hug?” you managed to breathe out, threading your fingers through the loose brown hair in the back of his neck.

“yeah, i really needed it.” miguel mumbles out in embarrassment, tightening his muscular arms around your waist— prompting a weak yet satisfied wheeze from your lips.

𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 ❤︎

he’s chill with hugs, but he’s very friendly about it. likes to latch an arm on his mates and such— but an immediate sweet embrace you won’t really get (he’s good at reading people, so if you’re vibes are off, he ain’t moving an inch).

he generally prefers to give side hugs, nothing too personal and definitely fits his overall demeanor. match that up with a firm compliment and a friendly pat on the shoulder. but if he’s close to you, he’ll be there patiently with open arms.

then he’s analyzing you closely as you embrace him, listening closely for a change in your heartbeat or any small noise that escapes your mouth. he subtly smells you too and will not forget your scent (will use the same detergent as you right after the embrace). there’s a moment of silence and it’s perfectly comfortable.

“c’mere.” hobie faintly whispers with an expanded arm, his expression unusually soft.

immediately you ran to receive an embrace from his slim body, a wet sniffle muffled into his webbed suit as tears began to pour from your eyes. hobie hovers a calloused hand over your back, thinking for a moment, until he decides that it was fine to do so. he pats the small of your back comfortably, murmuring a song he wrote to soothe your sadness.

“thank you hobie.” you hiccuped, leaning onto his chest. hobie simply nodded, playing with the ends of your hair with a painted finger.

“yea...” he mumbled, noticing that the tears that stained your cheeks before faded and your breathing steadied. “no probs.”

𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛. 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 ❤︎

he’s painfully awkward too. pull him into an embrace, he will let out an uncomfortable chuckle as he carefully pries you off his body. peter makes it obvious he wants his space, rightfully so.

actually, head pats is something he prefers to give. it’s comforting for him to be able to teasingly mess your hair to get a whine from you, or feel the texture of your hair under his palms. also, he’s an old man (will feel extremely insulted if you say his comforting technique is equivalent to that of an elderly folk).

but if he’s close with you or there is a moment when an embrace is desperately needed, he wouldn’t hesitate to pull you into a deep embrace. due to his new plushness to his body and rarity of his soft affection, peter’s embraces feel warm and inviting. sorry though, it’ll only last a few seconds until he’s pulling away immediately (will give up if you pull him back into the embrace tho).

“there, there kiddo…” peter softly pats your head, poorly attempting to cool your temper.

“not working peter.”

peter sighs in defeat as he slowly retracted his hand, thinking of a solution to cheer you up. without a second thought, he quickly pulled you into an embrace with efficient strength— the softness of his stomach contrasted the hardness of his chest. immediately you light up, nuzzling into his warm arms as he playfully swayed your body side-to-side.

“better?” he chuckled at your dazed expression, maybe hugging wasn’t so bad.

“yeah…” you could hear the slow patters of his heartbeat as he tightened the protective hold around your waist.

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[cyberstrm]

spiderpeople + how affectionate they are

cws: none!

spider punk is allegedly 17ish so i included him,, age him up if you need to !! didn't include miles, gwen and pavitr because 15/16 is too young for my comfort

HOBIE is privately super affectionate. likes to leave you lil post-it note notes and doodles. sends sappy texts. makes you playlists and writes songs about you. writes your name on his guitar and probably somewhere on his suit. keeps everything you give him. not a huge pda guy because he's too busy being punk, but a huge softy and cuddler when you're alone. more of an actions>words guy. probable height different makes kisses so much more fun.

MIGUEL is bad at being affectionate and getting attached at first. he learns quickly that it's something you need, and gets better at it. very gentle with you, doesn't want to hurt you. loves to pin you against a wall and kiss you. uses his size to his advantage; loves to carry you. loves to hold you, to protect you, to make you feel safe. whispers soft nothings to you to make you feel as loved as you truly are.

PETER B is the most affectionate man ever. sends sappy good morning texts. brings you breakfast in bed. takes care of you. big into PDA, hand holding, kissing, all of that. buys you flowers. plays with your hair. lets you decide what to watch on tv. biggest big spoon. house husband who helps out with the chores. big into forehead kisses and a hand at your lower back. takes you out to dinner. never forgets a special occasion.

[lieutnt]

peter b parker is so hot, he just needs to be railed out his mind, i'd love a drabble on that..

His limbs have long given up, only your grip on his hips keeping him up as you fuck into Peter, the pillow beneath him stained with drool as garbled moans pour from his mouth. Your previous loads pumped deep inside his hole makes your thrusts wet and easy, and he’s too far gone to care about the mess of cum and lube that trickles down his taint towards his balls, making everything sound even wetter.

You only know he’s close when his moans turn into breathy ‘ah, ah, ah’s’, his fingers gripping  the pillow gradually tensing until his sides are tightening and his cock is pulsing beneath him, a few watery spurts of cum joining the already-stained sheets. 

He whines as you keep going, chasing your own orgasm, the line between pleasure and overstimulation blurring. Peter mumbles something incomprehensible, his body unable to keep up with his mouth as you give one, two, three more thrusts, holding him flush against you while you bow over his back and fill him one last time, groaning against the skin as you push him flat to the bed. 

It takes a while for the haze of pleasure to clear from your head, and when it finally does Peter is laying limp underneath you, eyes glassy and mouth stuck open as he tries to breathe.

[avatartophblindbanditbeifong]

Just a reminder that tomorrow, August 3rd, is canonically Miles’s birthday!

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。 Spidey boy is turning 18 years old ·°(৹˃̵﹏˂̵৹)°·

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Across the Spiderverse:

☆ Miles Morales ☆

+Miles!42

“I’m Spiderman!”

[A date with a new man goes bad, Spider-man is there to help.]

Jitters

[You sit next to him on your first day, and now you’re best friends! Also, you’re both clueless.]

Saviour of Mine

[Miles is in love with Gwen, isn’t he? You confide in your teacher, Mr. Warren. Now you’re fighting that teacher, and Miles is hurt.]

Blood bond (Platonic)

[You find your brother on the ceiling. He confesses his alter ego.]

E42! Miles For the Soul.

[A simple meeting at his mothers cafe, and he can’t get you off his mind.]

E42! Miles Something Soft for Someone Tough

[Miles comes home hurt. You just want to give him some love.]

E42! Miles Deflecting.

[Miles couldn’t be civil with you to save his life. But when someone tries to mess with you? Nah.]

E42! Miles Deflecting PT2

[He couldn't leave it how it was.]

E42! Miles Take Me On

[Miles feels he doesn’t deserve you, and doesn’t know how to tell you he loves you. You already know.]

E42! Miles Headcanons

[Headcanons for your favourite babygirl.]

E42! Miles Birthday Girl {linked 1}

[Miles and Pavitr—, on your birthday !]

E42! Miles Give me the Phone.

[Someone won’t stop texting you, jealousy runs it course.]

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★ Peter B. Parker ★

+MayDay (i’m her mom guys i swear)

No.1 Dad!

[Peter took your twins to another fight. You’re mad, but he needs comfort.]

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☆ Pavitr Prabhakar ☆

Lovebug? No, Cuddlebug!

[How would Pavitr hug you?]

Only you.

[Your insecurities would be your downfall, luckily, Pavitr is head over heels.]

Birthday Girl {linked 1}

[Miles and Pavitr—, on your birthday !]

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★ Gwen Stacy ★

Spidery Romance!

[Some headcanons for our communal girlfriend.]

I don’t like dorks.

[She doesn’t like dorks, you might be an exception.]

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☆ Miguel O’Hara ☆

Hold my swaying Heart.

[You can’t dance, Miguel can teach you.]

Obsessions.

[Miguel can’t let you leave him — You swear you’ve been here before.]

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★ Hobie brown ★

It sounds nice, coming from you.

[You won’t talk very often, but he understands you anyways.]

Spider Kisses.

[A kiss from a Spiders mouth.]

Late Nights.

[Late night store trips. Your lover is a bit of a tease.]

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☆ The Spot ☆

Spotty Dog.

[You find your lover the perfect present.]

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I write a common of 1 every couple days, word count getting sometimes stupidly high, so i’ll try and finish up all the requests in due time!

☆ Will continue to add accordingly! ☆

[multi-fandom-imagine]

« Importance || Peter B Parker ||

A/n: this was gonna be fore Miguel but I decided it fit Peter a bit better.

Prompt used:

Holding your jacket over your lover’s head as they hide from the rain, finding their formal outfit more important than your casual wear.

Peter knew he messed up when he ended the relationship with you, he couldn’t help but feel bitter when MJ informed him of your new relationship with Harry.

He thought the two we’re friends, that you were off limits but then again he fucked that relationship up too but if you were happy then he could be happy too, right?

Wrong. Miles may have given him the boost of confidence he needed but he wasn’t about to run up to you to confess that he still loved you and that he was an idiot that messed up. Though it seemed that the universe had other plans for him because he never expected to see you standing outside an awning wearing an elegant dress. You hadn’t spotted him of course, you were to busy yelling at someone on your phone.

He knew he shouldn’t butt in, that he should just keep his head hung low and be on his merry way but then it started to rain and you started to curse.

After hanging up on Harry you were about to step out onto the streets until it started to rain, though that was putting it nicely.

Hearing your name being called your eyes went wide for a moment. Peters name falling off your lips in a single breath, you didn’t expect to see him again. You hated the feeling of how your heart lurched, you hated knowing how you still felt the same way for him. “Peter you look good, though you might want to step out of the rain.”

Quickly making his way by your side the man let out a nervous laugh running his fingers through his wet hair. “Ah thanks…you look great, you look wow, you look beautiful.”

Feeling your cheeks warm you averted your eyes for a moment. “Thank you Peter….um I…I should really get home…this looks like it’s going to last all night and I have a feeling I’m going to be soaked…god I spent so much money on this stupid dress.” You muttered.

Opening his mouth for a moment, Peter quickly slipped off his jacket covering you head. “I’ll walk you the rest of the way….I don’t mind.”

Chuckling for a moment you stepped closer to Peters’s side. Still the same sweet man you feel for all those years ago and knowing that he won’t take no for an answer you grasped his hand. “Okay…shall we.”

It was a quiet walk, minus the rain hitting the side walk though you hated the silence. “Me and Harry are done.”

“What?!” Peter hadn’t been paying much attention, he was doing his best to keep you dry. “Shit….I’m sorry.”

“He cheated on me, confessed after our date….apparently he felt guilty. It was a one time thing, it’s who I was yelling at…and wow I’m sorry for dumping all of that on you” though you were grateful that you managed to get back to your little apartment.

Frowning, Peter adverted his eyes. He hated seeing you look so sad. He hated that Harry even had the chance to hurt you because he blamed himself, what could he even say to you.

‘I’m sorry? Ya that’s real nice.’

“Peter you’re talking to yourself?” Placing you hand on his door knob you squeezed it. “It was a little cute though…I.” Biting your lip smoothed out your dress thankfully it was still dry thanks to Peters efforts.

“Shit..I..Okay I’m gonna go. I….I still have the same number if you ever want to hang out and I’m going to stop talking so I’ll stop making an even bigger ass out of myself.”

Shaking your head you grasped his hand before he could leave. “Would you like to come in an dry off?”

“I..”Straighten his back, he gave you a smile. “I’d love too.”

[mrs3vil]

𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐕 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 “𝙝𝙤𝙩“ ★

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝐟. gabriel o'hara, miguel o'hara, peter b parker ❞ 🎀

𝐢’𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 with gabriel o'hara I had to insert him. also this is not smut or sexual (i mean technically it kinda is but whatever) only tws, old men and flustered spider people. also gabriel is kinda ooc 𓈒*◞🎻

𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 tried to keep the reader as gender neutral as possible! sorry of there are any specifications, also sorry for any mistakes but english isn't my first language!! 𓈒*◞🎻

𝗚𝗔𝗕𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗟 𝗢’𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔

He thought you were talking about another Gabriel O'hara at first. You were mindlessly talking on the phone with one of your "spider friends" while walking right next to his private lab, loudly enough so that he could hear. He stopped doing whatever he was doing for a moment, moving his goofy goggles on his forehead. His heart beated faster against his chest, as if it was about to destroy his rib cage and come out just for you. It was the only thing on his mind for a few days, how your voice shaped perfectly those words, he would do anything to be called such things by you again. Now that he knew you liked him back, he was much more confident when awkwardly flirting with you.

𝗠𝗜𝗚𝗨𝗘𝗟 𝗢’𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔

He couldn't believe his ears. He's been "flirting" with you for some months, if of course, you consider being treated like a normal human being with feelings and opinions a flirt. He thought you weren't really interested, when really you just didn't even realize he was being "extra nice" to you, or at least, his idea of extra nice. But you had to admit, he wasn't bad looking, he wasn't at all actually he was hot, and apparently you were happy to admit it to Jess too. He swallowed as he leaned closer to the core of your voices, paying attention to staying hidden. He didn't know why he was being so dramatic about it, he felt like a little school girl, but suddenly, he desperately wanted to hear you praise him again.

𝗣𝗘𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗕 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞𝗘𝗥

It immediately boosted his ego, a proud grin spreading across his features, finally his terrible dad jokes paid off. He listened carefully as you talked with one of the many Spiderwomen that were friends with you as you two giggled like to little girls at a pijama party. You started complimenting things he never realized about himself, and he couldn't do anything but lean closer to hear further how hot you thought he was. He could have listened for hours, if only he didn't trip on a wandering peace of paper that seemed to have appeared from nowhere. Your eyes widened, your hands reaching to cover your mouth, trying to hide your red face. "Hello..."

‧₊˚ ୨ HAHAKS im sorry if i didn't include hobie i just didn't have any inspiration for him today :( if yall liked this post tho i could include him in a pt 2 or smth. also reblogs and comments are very appreciated! goodnight and stay safe babes <3

[mya-cookie-eater]

something I should write about??

please what should I write about I need help desperately (I don’t make smut Ty🌸)

[beanswrites]

Always Keeping You Safe

this is my Spider-man brainrot talking, people

also this felt like Peter so much and it was just so cute ahhhhhh💗💗💗

oh also!! Peter and reader are married in this drabble, and reader is Mayday's mother

pairing: Peter B. Parker (from Spider-man: Into the Spiderverse) x fem! reader

tags: fluff, following without knowledge??, classic spiderman kiss

summary: after dropping off Mayday at daycare, you notice a certain superhero following you as you walk home.

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"Bye, honey!" You wave goodbye to your toddler as she goes off to play with her friends. The teacher waves at you too as you leave the daycare.

You stroll home, enjoying the first warmth of spring which just hit NYC. There are many people out on the streets, so you decide to take the little shortcuts to get home quickly and get started on work.

But NYC is a dangerous place - especially for young women, whose lives could be endangered even when doing such simple things as walking home alone. Even if it was the middle of the day, there were many villains, bad guys and who knows what else lurking in the shadows.

The fact that your husband Peter, the great hero Spiderman, was out on a mission, didn't really help to calm your nerves. You hadn't seen him in a couple of days, he had something large to care of with the other Spider-people. Which meant he wouldn't be there, couldn't save you, if something were to snatch and harm you right now.

A metal stairway shrieked as you walked by it , making your skin crawl. You felt strange, like there were eyes on you with every step. It was creepy, to say the least.

But, somehow, that unknown gaze on your skin didn't feel threatening at all - it felt warm, loving, like the gentle breeze on an April morning.

Suddenly, an empty can of soda dropped from above, almost as if appeared out of thin air. You recognized the brand very well; your fridge was always stocked with it.

"I know you're here, Peter" You say, rolling your eyes with a chuckle.

Your husband swings down, a dissapointed expression on his face.

"Damn it! How'd you know it was me, hon?"

"I missed you, too"

He laughs through the mask, swinging upside down.

"Sorry, baby. I missed you, hon, so much."

You start taking off his mask with a sly expression.

"Mayday and I are so lonely without you, y'know? Can't wait for you to finally be back.."

He chuckles sweetly, your lips so close that you can feel his breath on yours.

"Soon, I promise. Give me a couple more days and I'm all yours"

"Good"

Your lips finally meet, kissing like it's been years since you last saw each other, not days. His kisses are eager and full of need and want, showing you exactly how much he's needed you in the past week. Your hands hold his cheeks tightly to yourself, not even caring that you'll run out of air.

Who needs air when you have your hot, amazing husband?

When you finally pull away, you ask:

"Why were you following me, tho?"

"Just wanted to make sure you were safe, hon. No matter how busy I am, your and May's safety is my top priority. Always, yeah?"

"Yeah. Always."

that's all for this one, thanks for reading! send me requests and follow for more <3

[interloved]

SPIDERVERSE UNIVERSE.

WARNING,

a lot down here is NSFW!

NAVIGATION.

✮ — nsfw

☾ — sfw

for more, click here: guidelines + more info.

… there is nothing here yet. work is in progress.

[submenarehotties]

“ sucker 𝙛𝙤𝙧 soft 𝙨𝙚𝙭! „

submissive! peter b. parker x dominant! gender neutral! reader.

(does not follow the plot of the atsv movie)

cw's + tw's: nsfw, explicit language, no gendered pronouns but peter is inside you either way, praise kink, gentle sex.

summary: what peter b. parker is like during sex.

note: this is a drabble. lowercase intended.

word count: 0.1K+

peter b. parker is a sucker for gentle sex. he thrives off your praises when he’s inside you.

you feel so good inside that peter can’t help but thrust up inside you. watching peter’s ears turn red when you touch him all over. peter is very obedient, leaning into your every touch.

“doing so good f’me, peter. fucking me so good.” you murmur in his ear and he shivers.

watching as peter’s eyes roll back, his body shivering under you.

“you’d better be quiet, mayday will hear you.” you whisper.

peter can’t help it—his mouth releases even louder moans. so loud that you have to cover his mouth, whispering sweet nonsense to him.

peter’s dick hits a spot that makes you groan and rest your head against his shoulder. peter takes that as an opportunity and thrusts continuously in the exact same spot. he wants to make you feel good.

“cum for me, honey, you know you want to.” you voice, watching peter’s eyes glaze over as he fills you up, cumming until he can’t anymore.

a/n: might take a break for a week or two—maybe more. i need motivation to write 😜. also, peter’s masterlist is out now! 🎉

click here for my masterlist(s).

© 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 2023. All Rights Reserved.

[keisobe]

౨ৎ ‧˚ 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐖𝐄𝐁 (𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛. 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 + 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐨’𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚) ⋮ heavily suggestive. age difference. 18+ reader. cheating. ooc. ⎯ spiderdads love having you as their little intern.

recently receiving a spider watch after a year of your debut as spider-woman in your dimension, you made it your ultimate duty to live up to the expectations of your variant superiors. your forthcoming nature and free time was open to anyone, but you found yourself always being in the radar of peter and miguel.

it would start off with innocent requests.

“hey kid, is it fine if you could grab me some coffee?” peter would smile at your enthusiastic nod and hand you his ‘number one dad’ mug. by now you know peter’s order— steaming hot coffee with powdered creamer.

“kid, transfer these files to sector 3.” miguel wouldn’t even look at you, but you still flashed a grin and began to sprint through the bustling hallway. you also learned he liked the empanadas at the cafeteria.

and in exchange of completed requests, you’ve found yourself looped into their peculiar ways to regard your work.

“good girl.” peter’s voice was hushed and deep as he sweetly patted your head, taking a careful sip of his aromatic coffee with an attractive grin. he left you a little stunned after that, or more so a blushing mess. then you watched him go back into his usual ‘i’m a proud dad’ routine and attend to mayday back in his dimension.

“gracias cari– u-umm i mean thanks… kid.” miguel uncharacteristically fumbles his words as he finally darts his ruby eyes away from the glowing, holographic screens, looking into your eyes with actual acknowledgement of your presence. his gaze was intense, a sense of longing in them. then he abruptly dismisses you, leaving you with a sense of wonder as to what just happened as you exited his lab.

it was always a special occasion when the two of them would be together.

“kiddo, you free?” peter shouted as he waved you down in the midst of you finishing a small errand for jess.

you responded with a firm nod as you sent jess a brief message on your watch. the smile you wore slightly faltered at the sight of a weirdly unreadable miguel beside peter— eyes glittering with a shade of red that you’ve never seen before. it made you feel on edge. nonetheless, you approach the two with a determined glow on your face as you let them lead you with peter filling in the awkward silence with his little quips and sarcastic comments towards miguel.

at this point, you've been working for the spider society for three months now. the teasing remarks from the other spider-people toned down and you’re finally classified as a real agent, exclusively working alongside miguel, jessica, and peter. and even through the fantastic upbringings in your life, something has been eating at you— more correctly, two people have been making your life miserably complicated.

miguel was by far the most interesting person you’ve met. his past takes a toll on him every counting day and the integral goal he based his life around is to never repeat his one mistake. although he’s very calloused and irritable, you admired his ambition and the rare moments his cold demeanor would falter to reveal a huge dork (in no other dimension have you ever seen a grown man get bullied by his own ai). as much as miguel shared a huge part of himself to you, he seemed far more content with being completely alone and devoting his life to a vow he made that day his daughter and an entire universe was wiped from existence.

peter, sarcastic and careless in nature, recently became an attentive father. it was endearing to see, considering the various stories of his depressing upbringing would make your warm lunch turn ice cold and soggy within a minute into his sulky narration (you might’ve avoided spending your lunch breaks with him afterwards). and his rekindling love with mary-jane finally gave him a sense of comfort and relief of a normal, happy family life. peter gave you a sting of hope that things will somehow turn out okay in the end. it made you feel closer to him, until you remembered that he was just sharing some old, adult wisdom to you.

and that was fine with you. you can totally push aside your small crushes for peter and miguel. one was emotionally unavailable and one was in a stable relationship with a beautiful daughter. plus they were your bosses and twice your age. so why? why is that miguel would linger a little longer whenever you announced that you’ll be going back to your dimension? why is that peter’s brown eyes would brighten up whenever you held mayday lovingly in your arms?

it didn’t help when miguel would start to call you endearing pet names with a genuine smile on his face, or when peter would situate you on his lap as he nuzzle his nose into your neck just because ‘it felt comfortable’. this conundrum made you think that you were completely losing your damn mind, that somehow you were looking too deep into the lines. but you concluded it was just all a huge misunderstanding on your part.

yeah, that’s what it was.

“you have to be quiet, okay?”

peter mumbles in the shell of ear as he clumsily discards your tight spider suit in the corner of the room while miguel makes sure that all the doors are sealed shut and locked from prying eyes.

it was normal just a few minutes ago. peter ribbing miguel with his usual dry humor, and miguel ignoring his antics to tick him off while leading you both to what you presumed to be a private conference room to discuss the important matters of anomalies.

but when the three of you nearly approach the door, peter suddenly stops talking. cautiously looking around his surroundings, peter presses himself closer and subtly grinds his hips onto the softness of your ass while miguel’s lingering hand gropes the curve of your tits— his neutral expression completely taunting your shattering composure. this is where your actual conundrum begins.

the room continued to hiss as the electric engines faintly knocked on the metal walls. the dimmed lights that made your very inappropriate circumstances much more intimate than it should be.

the chiseled arch of miguel’s cheekbones brushed the plush skin of your spread thighs, his sharp canines eagerly leaving tender marks that were reserved for only the three of you to look at. each bite and suck left you weakly whimpering his name with growing anticipation.

it was lonely back in your dimension, your bed was cold without another body to warm it up. returning back to an empty apartment would elicit forbidden thoughts— ones that held you in a heated daze until you realize you’re dumbly standing in the middle of the room and shamelessly yearning to open another portal to be in the arms of peter and miguel.

god, this was so wrong.

“aw, do you want more kid?” peter teasingly asks as his stumble scrapes along your jawline, leaving marks of his own along the junction of your neck.

miguel gazed up at your troubled expression, an amused smirk dancing along the swell of your inner thighs.

morals, pay attention to your morals.

you nodded eagerly, a force of habit after attending to the various needs of your superiors, but miguel wouldn’t take that as an answer.

“you have to tell us cariño.” miguel grumbles in between his love bites— crimson eyes glowing under the dull light.

oh well.

“yes! please, i need more.”

peter and miguel muse at your neediness, swiftly changing their positions as they propped you comfortably on a table placed in the middle of the room. you flinched from the chilling contact, but you were immediately warmed up when both men knelt down— each hooking an arm around your quivering legs and indecently displaying you as they spread your limbs. they move like they were on the same wavelength, finally agreeing on one thing.

guilt pinged in your stomach once again when peter’s wedding band brushes against your skin and miguel’s spider watch brightly flashes with pilled voice memos urgently calling for his assistance.

obviously annoyed, miguel hastily pries off the pinging watch and puts it aside while peter eagerly tucks his wedding ring in the pocket of his discarded pink robe. weirdly, their visible desperation to have their attention focused on you filled you with pride.

finally, two pairs of eyes were trained on you, sparkling with a hypnotizing red and a drunken brown. their previous notions left no ounce of guilt, instead it made them hyper focused with lust.

“don’t worry querida,” miguel gruffly murmurs as he snags your underwear with a sharp finger. “peter and i will take good care of you.”

“but don’t tell anyone kiddo.” peter cuts in, a subtle grin on his face but through his playful tone, he was dead serious.

you compliantly nodded.

of course, you won’t tell a single soul.

KEISOBE © 2023. please do not copy, translate, or modify any of my work. all of my works are not permitted to be posted on any other sites.

[cyberstrm]

spiderpeople + how they confess their love to you

cws: none!

a/n: hey!! reqs r open!!

HOBIE definitely made you a CD of all the songs he thought you'd like or that reminded him of you. you'd never EVER seen him nervous before, but when he was giving it to you he was shaking and couldn't look you in the eyes. you listened to it later that day and knew immediately what he was getting at. you couldn't wait for the next morning, so you appeared in his dimension unannounced and just kissed him. he was a mess, but so very giddy for a good few days after and told anyone who was willing to listen about it.

MIGUEL is not good with feelings, especially love. putting feelings into words is not his thing. it was late at the spider hq, both of you were working late. he kept closing the distance between the two of you, whatever he was doing he somehow found a way to do it close to you. you asked him if everything was okay, and he didn't say anything. instead he leant forward slowly and placed his palm on your cheek, cupping your face. and he kissed you. it was so gentle and loving and you were a blushing mess afterwards. no words were spoken, but both of you somehow knew that you were now in a relationship.

PETER B is the cliche. he appears at your doorstep on a rainy sunday evening with flowers and a letter. you asked him why he decided to do this when the weather was so awful, but he said he just couldn't wait any longer. you let the rainsoaked man in and read the letter, and it was the sweetest thing you'd even seen. you didn't even care when he hugged you and got you wet, or when he kissed you and his hair drenched your face. it was perfect.

[blue-sky336]

Mountain

Summary: You're sick of being Peter's therapist Characters/Pairing: Peter x Fem!Reader Word Count: 420 Warnings: light angst, use of the word mum once A/N: why are all my old fics so short :((

"I cannot keep doing this for you." Your words started soft. The conversation was inevitable. The lost sleep, stolen from the spider itself, the trauma and consequences that followed were catching up to the both of you. Peter knew it was coming sooner or later.

"I can not keep taking care of you every night. You can't expect this from me." You placed your bag down on the kitchen counter, the contents beginning to fall out.

"I never expected it from you-" He tried to say. Your hands gripped the counter, knuckles white in pure anger.

"But you did! Every single night you came through my fire escape, bleeding out and sobbing, delirious! And single every night I would fix you up. Even when I was sick, or in pain or hurt, I always patched you up. It isn't fair that you expect this from me." Your words came out rushed, heart hammering against your chest. Rough hands touched your shoulders, trying to calm you down but you pushed them away. Your words were finally caught in your throat, a sob bubbling in your chest like an unruly potion in a cauldron.

"I am not your fucking therapist!" You yelled, "I am not your own personal nurse, or your mum!"

Peter stood dumbfounded at your words. There was no going back from this argument, and he knew it. Besides, you were right. He had expected you to help him. He believed that since you were his forever loving and caring partner that you were willing to risk your own mental health over his physical health. Yet, you couldn't. There was no universe where this would end well.

Attempting to reach out once again, Peter exhaled shakily and gently touched your shoulder. "Please..." He spoke, squeezing your joint through the fleece jacket, "I can fix this. I promise, I can fix all of this. Just give me another chance." The brunettes' words were beginning to sound panicked, yet you couldn't care anymore. He was the cause of your emotional turmoil for the past year. You were no longer willing to be the one to bear the consequences of his actions, especially when you were on the brink of your own emotional demise outside of your relationship with the man.

"No," you shook your head, "I'm done."

The corners of your lips turned up in a hateful and tight-lipped smile. Seeing his distraught expression made you feel powerful, your decision to leave now set in stone. Peter felt you slip through his fingers, watching with nothing but helplessness now as you walked towards the front door. Reaching for your keys, you turned back once more.

"Goodbye, Peter."

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Peter B Parker and mayday x reader platonic Drabble

“Mayday !!!” You called out, you were babysitting her for Peter as he was catching up on much missed sleep, but she’s recently discovered her web shooters so now you were trying to find her.

“Mayday come on out now !!” You called out again, starting to get a little worried, until you heard babbling and giggling close by. “Come out come out wherever you are”

After which something snuck up behind you and then started to climb on your shoulder babbling loudly. “Their you are” you laughed as you gently grabbed her and gently pinched her tummy causing her to giggle.

“Having fun I see ??” Peter woke up and heard his daughters giggling. “Yeah, the tickle monster is out again, right mayday ??” You smiled at her, she gently pokes your nose, your practically her best friend.

“Again y/n, I can’t thank you enough for keeping her company” Peter then gently picked her up and kissed her head. “Anytime Pete. Anytime”