#peter parker dialogue

[ddejavvu]

'you're a very good kisser.' - send me a request for a baby blurb! give me a character, and a plotline, and i'll write you a little fanfiction :)

omg what about tasm!peter taking you to the library for a ‘study date’ but you just end up kissing in the history section oops 🤭

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'you're a very good kisser.' - send me a request for a baby blurb! give me a character, and a plotline, and i'll write you a little fanfiction :)

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Everything's going fine, more than that, actually, until a textbook digs into your spine. Peter's too far gone to realize that your squirming is out of discomfort rather than pleasure, and you have to push against his chest to get him to break away from the kiss he's pressing you against the shelves with.

He blinks dazedly, his lips slick with spit as he pants slightly.

"What- what's wrong?"

"There's-" You reach behind you, squinting at the cover of the book you'd been bruised by, "Napoleon decided to join us."

"Oh," He laughs softly, keeping his voice down in case anyone comes to bust you for using the library inappropriately, "I think that's why we're not supposed to make out in the library."

Despite his previous statement, he leans in for another kiss.

"Peter," You mumble, unable to resist the temptation to reciprocate. He kisses you firm and steady, but you peck his lips once, twice, "Peter, I think we should move."

"Mmm okay." He hums, nose still prodding at your cheek, lips on your own, "Romance section?"

"Bedroom," You worm out of his grip, taking his hand and dragging him towards the exit. He follows eagerly, nodding with a hazy grin.

"That- that works, too." He decides, "Much less dusty."

[pbnmj]

THE NOIR-HOBIE INTERACTIONS THAT I MADE UP IN MY MIND ARE VERY REAL TO ME. SONY PLEASE PICK UP WHAT I’M PUTTING DOWN!!!

[nocek]

Peter annoying Miguel is the funniest thing but throwing Deadpool at him is like throwing annoyance equivalent if a nuke and I live for it XD

I'm totally accepting the fanon that there may be multiverse out there but there is only one Deadpool as a gospel <3

[dawndauce]

[theshadowrealmitself]

Harry: And why shouldn’t I blame Spiderman for your injuries?? He calls himself a hero, protecting civilians like you should be his priority! Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t kick his ass for letting you get hurt!!

Peter: Because-

Newscaster on the tv next to Harry: In this footage you can see Peter Parker, known freelance photographer for the Daily Bugle, actually shove Dr. Doom out of his way while yelling “move it or lose it,” as he runs with his camera, presumably to capture more pictures of the vigilante known as “Spiderman”

Harry:

Peter: -I’m a dumbass.

[novakiart]

pete's fly-eating instincts intensify - end under cut!

[nativehueofresolution]

the one thing that holds any of us together... keeps us going — is our love for each other. go home... my dear old friend. it's too late for love.

spectacular spider-man #200 (1976) - j. m. dematteis | spider-man 2 (2023) - insomniac games

[nikredd]

Peter: Wow, reforming your greatest enemy. Can't say I've ever done that.

[bcyhoods]

LOVEFOOL 💌 — “you feel like home to me” with tasm!peter PUH-LEASE I ALREADY KNOW IM GONNA GET EMOTIONAL

muah ha ha. angsty spidey is my favorite spidey, how did you know | 0.9k

warnings: injuries, brief mention of reader being used as leverage but no explicit/graphic detail

“I don’t know if I can do this, Peter.”

Your hand hovers over the scrape on his cheek when your gaze drops to the mask that’s clenched in his hand. He sits on the edge of your bed, looking up at you as you stand in between his legs.

He’s bathed in the dull, orange glow of your lamp. It highlights every welt, every cut, every matted strand of hair that sticks to the damp skin of his forehead. It makes your eyes sting.

“What do you mean? You’re a natural,” he says. His hand settles on your hip to give it a gentle squeeze. The gesture makes you believe for a second that he’s genuinely clueless.

But his eyes refuse to meet yours. The smile that he wears is uneasy as he wrings his mask.

“You know that’s not what I mean.”

He hangs his head low. Guilt tightens its grip on his throat making it hard to breathe.

You were already well aware of his secret identity before you’d started dating. He warned you of the risks and used them to try scaring you away before you could break his heart. But you stayed. You stayed and, god, he was so glad you did.

Though, he blames his adoration for what happened to you.

He would keep a close eye on you to make sure you were safe. His routine neighborhood watch would consist of making sure you got to and from work safely, occasionally dropping by on your lunch breaks to check on you. He was careless, but he didn’t anticipate things would go south so quickly.

The guy wasn’t a super villain, nor was he anything special by any means, but he was observant. And why would Spiderman be visiting some random bodega cashier so often unless you meant something to him?

It was practically over as quick as it started. The guy couldn’t even finish demanding his ransom before Peter had arrived to web him to the ceiling. You escaped with a few injuries, the worst being a palm-shaped bruise on your wrist. But Peter was fuming.

You were used as bait. You were leverage against Spiderman because he’d been so reckless. You got hurt because of him. You were lucky this time, but there was no telling if that luck would run out and the thought terrified him. Despite your gentle words of reassurance, he had made up his mind.

He would never forgive himself if he lost you. So he broke it off.

“I know.”

It would’ve been easier if you didn’t see each other after that. You think you’d feel differently if you weren’t frequently in his presence, nursing him back to health. Maybe if you didn’t exchange longing gazes and soft touches that were reserved for people that are more than friends. If he didn’t look at you like you held his heart in your hands, maybe you’d be stronger.

“Why do you keep coming back here?” He feels his chest tighten at the crack in your voice, even more so when you push his hand away.

“You leave your window open,” he whispers.

A scoff falls from your lips and you turn your back to him to wipe away the rogue tears that run down your face. He stares at your figure with a frown and hands that ache to reach out for you.

Peter Parker then decides he doesn’t want to be a hero. Heroes can’t afford to be selfish and put their own happiness above the wellbeing of others. Being with you would jeopardize your safety. It’d be selfish of him. He could never be with you like he wanted, craved, so long as he wore that suit. Can’t he have both?

He’s exhibited enough altruism to last him a lifetime, anyway. Certainly it was enough to hold you just for one night.

“I just needed to see you,” he sighs, voice meek.

“Peter, I think you should—”

“There’s never a day that I don’t think about you,” he interjects. He doesn’t exactly know when he started to cry. Suddenly his eyesight was blurry and he couldn’t breathe through his nose.

“Please.” The word pushes out like a sob. Your hand shoots to clamp over your mouth to hush the whimpers, but he can hear them.

“I’m serious, I…” He stands and moves to put his hands on your shoulders. His mask is forgotten on the floor. “Being away from you, it makes me feel crazy. Like I can’t breathe.”

“Don’t say that.” You turn in his hold to shrug his hands off, but you don’t try too hard. A sob racks through your chest once more when you see his pained expression. His nose is red and his cheeks are wet and his brows are sewed together. “Don’t tell me that, just go home,” you plead.

“You feel like home to me!” There’s a humorless laugh that accompanies the confession, it’s one of frustration. But the softness in his glassy eyes is unmistakable and it makes you melt under his stare.

“Please don’t cry,” he begs with a deep frown. He reaches to hold your face in his hands as he wipes the tears from under your eyes. The material of his gloves is rough and pulls at your skin uncomfortably, but you can’t help leaning into his touch.

He crowds your being. He towers over you so closely that you can feel his bated breath fanning your skin. You reach to hold onto his forearms, letting your eyes close to revel in the closeness. Peter presses a chaste kiss to your forehead, then to each of your cheeks, then your nose. He stops short of your lips.

“Say the word and I’ll leave. You know I will.”

“Don’t go,” you concede.

You’re not really sure what repercussions this will have tomorrow morning. You can’t really bring yourself to care when he kisses you.

[sciderman]

amazing spider-man (1963) #59

[ddejavvu]

i’m dead. i went to request something, got distracted on my dash then took a nap😭

but anyway now that i’m awake could i request either tasm!peter or even like spider-man!james with like a shy reader who is needy and horny af but too shy to make a move or ask but they sense it with spidey senses?

p sure the way that i wrote this is not how spidey senses work but it's hot so just drop it

this post is 18+, minors dni.

There is something lethal about the combination of Peter's veiny, long fingers, and his thick black glasses frames. His jaw is wired tight with annoyance as he tinkers with his stubbornly broken web shooter, and the sharp angle only adds to your slowly building arousal.

He tries wrenching a slightly singed piece out of place, catching its jagged edge on the soft pad of his finger and swearing, "Fuck!"

That doesn't help your case.

You draw in a sharp breath and Peter catches it in frustrated abandonment of his concentration. Once his project has forsaken him you're the only thing left to focus on, and clarity slams into him with force that almost rattles his teeth.

His nerves crackle and fizz with warning, arm hair standing on end as goosebumps pimple and pucker his flesh with pricks of pain. He glances at you, sees your blown-out gaze focused on him, as well as the subtle clench of your thighs.

You want him.

"Hey," He breathes, voice coming easier now rather than the harsh bite of his cursing, "You okay over there, babe?'

"Mm-hmm," You nod, and if Peter didn't have a deeper perception for sensation than most, he'd have believed you. But his senses are screaming, rushing through him like turbulent waves on a rocky beach, grating against his nerves and telling him you want him. You need him.

"Don't lie," Peter grins wryly, "I can tell."

You don't answer; not a further lie, but not a retraction of your previous one, either.

"My body tells me, y'know." He muses, slowly standing from his place at the desk and stepping- almost stalking over to where you sit tensely on his bed, "It tells me that yours is on fire. That you need me to touch you. Here," He reaches down, thumbing at the edge of your plush inner thigh with a gentle touch, "Is that where you want me, sweetheart?"

You nod vigorously, but Peter catches your chin, scooping your lips into a brief, but firm kiss.

"Tell me." He prompts, which you think is awfully cruel considering he's just told you he knows exactly what you want and need, "Tell me where you want me, baby."

You reach for Peter's hand, and he lets you guide it to rest in the skinny divot you've created by spreading your thighs slightly. It's just barely big enough for him to slip his hand into, but he thumbs down your slit over your panties with a nimble touch.

"Here?" He confirms, and his response is a shiver that runs down your spine and shakes you like a leaf on the bed.

"Okay, baby," He concedes, the teasing flame he'd goaded you with snuffed out by your helpless desire, "I'll touch you here. Lay down," He croons, helping you recline over his mattress and plumping the pillow beneath your head, "Just relax, okay? I know what you need, baby, let me help you."

[writershapeholeonthedoor]

Peter: You and Yelena seems to have a perfect marriage. How do you do that?

Clint: Kate probably just lets Yelena run the show.

Yelena: That's not very polite. Of course we have equal voice in this relationship. Both of our opinions matters.

Kate, eating a pizza: Whenever we need to decide something, we do rock, paper, scissors.

[takenbypeter]

“Are you really so oblivious?”

Peter Parker x reader

Words: 368

Number 2: “Are you really so oblivious?”

Everyone knew that stay at home dates meant cuddling and kissing and more so than often those were your favorite type of dates.

You two started the night the same way you always do, both halfway under your blanket with your backs against the bed frame, and you practically being wrapped in his arms as you both directed your attention towards the computer that rested a few feet away with a movie playing on it.

Somewhere along the line you both shifted, now sitting evenly beside each other with Peter laying his head on your shoulder.

You were slightly paying attention to the movie, that you’ve already seen multiple times before, when you noticed Peter not even looking at the movie. He’d lift up his chin then put it back down on your shoulder, you could sort of make out a small smile from your peripheral view, before you finally turned to him, curious what all the movement was about.

You turned to him, who remained with his chin still perched on your shoulder. You watched his eyes leave your lips and look into yours.

“What are you doing?” You asked, chuckling a little at the end of your question, and he shook his head in response.

“Oh you’re doing something,” you countered, pressing your forehead against his, keeping a little distance between you. You two sat like that for a moment before he spoke.

“Are you really so oblivious?”

You pressed your lips into a line, “hmm? About what?” You’d tease. He smiled again, placing his chin back on your shoulder before meeting your forehead again.

Knowing exactly what he’s been doing, you shift your head, and extend your lips only connecting for a quick peck before separating again.

You two look at each other with silly smiles fanning on your faces for just a moment before he leans close again pressing his lip’s against yours.

His kiss is gentle and slightly craving as he kisses you over and over again. You can’t help but smile in between kisses which he quickly mirrors and you hold a hand to his chest stopping him. You lean your foreheads together again as both of your laughters fill the room.

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Dialogue Prompts

[thedevotionaltour]

Daredevil #16 - "Enter...Spider-Man!" (March 1966)

Written by Stan Lee Art by John Romita Sr. (pencils), Frank Ray (inks)

[theshadowrealmitself]

Hero 1: That Peter Parker guy has done research into this, right?

Hero 2: Oh yeah, we should ask him!

Spiderman (Peter): Let’s….not. We should try Reed Richards first

-Later-

Reed, on a communicator: Unfortunately, we’re on another planet currently

Reed: But you should try talking to Peter Parker!

Spiderman: Fuck

[ozzinbloggin]

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