#peter parker hc

[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."

[tommiruewrites]

hey I was wondering if you can write tobeys peter parker crush hcs?

tysm for sending in this req! i’ve been wanting an excuse to write for tobey’s peter. he deserves more love <33

PETER PARKER CRUSH HCS - T.M.

short little head-canon list for tobey’s peter :))

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peter is such a dork, it’s a little silly

you know him from school, having grown up in the same neighborhood

you hadn’t really talked to him though, because the thought always made every functioning part of your brain turn off

eventually you gather the courage to strike up a friendly conversation, and immediately realize you have the upper hand

he has absolutely no romantic experience

which of course means he’s very awkward

and is unable to identify when someone is flirting with him

which makes you wonder how many people he’s accidentally rejected

he would be completely oblivious to your crush on him

i mean you could make it painfully obvious and he would just think you were being nice

he’s so respectful that he would never dare do anything that could possibly make you uncomfortable

this means that all of your attempts to clue him in are averted by Peter himself

which can sometimes make it feel like your crush is one sided

but that is DEFINITELY not the case

he has an even more massive crush on you than you do him, he’s just more discreet with it

he gets all nervous and clumsy whenever you’re in a 5 mile radius of him

if you talk to him, his palms get sweaty

literally just the mention of you makes him feel all warm n fuzzy inside

but for a genius, this boy is a moron sometimes

because he wholeheartedly believes he has no chance with you

“we’re just friends”

“they could have any guy they want, why would they pick me?”

all of that goes out the window when you kiss him for the first time; sweet and awkward after a late night study session

thats when he finally puts all the pieces together in his nerdy little head and is like

“holy shit… they’ve liked me back this whole time?”

[ynscrazylife]

If requests are open, sorry its another long ass anon prompt, i should call my self sushi at this point.

How about Yn, Stark try to help out on a mission but her dad says its to dangerous. The thing they are working on could kill someone, and yn wants to make sure everyone is safe. She can help, she knows she can. But Stark asks Peter Parker to get her out of there and then he is placed on "baby sitting duty" even though they are both in High school.

Cue yn trying to get back to help using any means necessary and peter trying his best to keep her away from something dangerous. He's trying to calm her down from the incoming panic attack, but she cant seem to breathe. Can't Peter see that her dad is probably going to die? She loves peter but she cannot lose her dad. Everything fades to black.

Yn wakes up in her room after passing out from The panic attack. The whole team is fine, they saved the day. Yn is crying from all of the stress of suddenly being awake after that event when peter cuddles her.

Basically all the angst, with all the fluff right after.

Thanks again 🍣🍣🍣

To be a Hero

Summary: Peter comforts you when your dad and the Avengers are in danger.

Authors Note: I’ve never had a panic attack before so I’ve tried to write it as accurate as I can. Please let me know if I’ve made any mistakes!

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“You know, this feels like our first Avengers mission all over again,” Tony said in a dramatic voice as he fires his repulsers.

“If only it was because we were getting shawarma and not fighting another one of Thor’s murderous siblings,” Natasha deadpanned.

You bit back a small laugh as you entered the fight. Thor’s sister Hela had made her presence on Earth with an army of horrid creatures at her beckoning and the Avengers were there to do what they do best, defend and avenge. While the whole team, including your boyfriend Peter, had suited up at the tower, Tony had specifically told you not to get involved. You were only a few months in to being an Avenger and he thought it was too dangerous for you.

But, it took was one override code of FRIDAY’s system to get out of the tower.

“Hey! Technically, Loki was mind-controlled by Thanos,” Thor grumbled.

You smiled, sneaking around a city block before hitting one of the creatures square in the chest. You had a suit that you had designed with your dad along with some pretty cool energy powers.

Unfortunately, the creature didn’t go down with just one blast. You frowned as it growled and turned towards you, starting to advance. The team continued to chatter on comms, trying to keep on joking in order not to think about all the damage Hela was doing. It was nearly getting to be worse than the damage Loki once caused.

It wasn’t letting up, despite your continued blasts. It’d get hit in the face and shake it off (quite literally with a shake of its head). Your heartbeat went off the charts as you stumbled back, panic rising in your chest and your mouth going dry. Shit. This wasn’t going to be the end, was it? That stupid thing wasn’t letting up! It was getting far too close now and you were a second away from going on comms to admit defeat and call for help when suddenly, a blur of red flashed in front of you and then, strong arms wrapped around you.

You let out a shriek as your feet left the ground. “Shh, shh, it’s me,” the familiar voice of Peter soothed you and you calmed down instantly, your arms wrapping around him as he swung onto the rooftop on the nearest building. When you landed, Peter rubbed your back and held you close as he waited you to calm down and get your bearings.

“Thanks,” you whispered, your cheek pressed against his chest, a little embarrassed that he had to come and save the day.

“You know there’s no need to thank me,” Peter assured you in a warm voice, lightly chuckling. After a second, he pulled back and lifted up his mask for a second. “Babe, what are you doing here? Your dad told you stay in the tower.”

You pouted at him. “I want to help, Pete! The whole team’s here, I don’t want to be stuck in the tower,” you said, wanting him to understand.

And oh, he did. He had been unable to attend a lot of the missions when he first started out as an Avenger. He had been annoyed much like how you were now, but he had grown to see that it was for the best. “Y/N, you know we have to tell your dad,” he told you.

Your jaw dropped. “What? No!” You exclaimed, trying to stop Peter from telling KAREN to alert Tony. “What are you doing?!”

Peter finished speaking to KAREN and gave you a knowing look. “Tony would find out sooner and later and I’m not taking the fall,” he said.

You opened your mouth to protest even more, but was cut off by the sound of your dad’s voice. “Y/N Stark!” Tony said, his voice vibrating through both yours and Peter’s comms. “What were you thinking? You know you’re not trained enough to come on this type of a mission.”

“Dad—” you began, not even sure how you were going to defend this.

“No, I don’t want to hear it,” Tony snapped, catching you off guard. Damnit, he really was not happy. Peter squeezed your hand comfortingly. “I’m taking away your ability to override FRIDAY’s codes for now. Peter, please take Y/N back to the Tower. You can return to the fight after.”

You looked away, hot tears of frustration pooling in your eyes. Deep down, you knew that he was justified in this decision, but that didn’t take away your anger or your want to help. “You’re going to take me back to the tower, aren’t you?” You muttered. You didn’t mean to take this out on Peter, but this was one of the times where his loyalty to your dad was working against you.

“Hey,” Peter said gently, grasping your chin in the palm of his hand turning your head so your guys’ eyes met. He titled his head to the side, giving you a knowing but loving look that never failed to make your heart melt. “You know I have to take you back. But you can go to the lab, work on upgrades for your suit, and I promise the fight will be over in no time.” You nodded slowly, not quite believing him even though you wanted to.

Smiling at you, Peter wrapped his arms around you and lifted you into his arms. Usually, his words always did the trick to calm you down, and while he did help to prevent your tears from falling, you couldn’t shake the storm of anger and helplessness that was brewing inside your body.

You were almost like a rag doll in his arms, for once not terrified of Peter swinging you through the streets. Instead, you zoned out, unable to stop the scenarios of your dad and the Avengers getting gravely injured or killed from flashing through your head. You imagined your dad dying and the last thing you said being an argument. It wouldn’t stop and the more the images came, the more tense and frightened you became.

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It was blatantly obvious for Peter that something was off, something was different. The only time he heard Tony speak like that was when the man had taken his suit away. Plus, when he carried you through the city with his webbing, you were usually clinging to him and letting out squeaks of exhilaration and nervousness. Now, you are still holding onto him tightly, but had gone silent.

He landed on the balcony outside your room, opening your door and leading you inside with his hand bracing your back. He could see clearly that you were deep inside your thoughts and it sent a ripple of pain through him. When the two of you got to the lab, Peter maneuvered himself to stand in front of you, his hands on your shoulders.

“Do you want me to get you water or something? I don’t want to leave you yet,” he said, biting his bottom lip in obvious worry for your state.

The switch from silence to hysteria stunned Peter for a second, but he snapped out of it when your panic didn’t cease. You struggled to control your breathing, body beginning to shake. A sob escaped you and you covered your mouth with your hands. “Y/N, take a deep breath for me,” he said firmly but kindly, mimicking one.

You shook your head so quickly and strongly that it made you dizzy. “I can’t—I can’t—” you wheezed, nearly choking on your sobs.

"Yes, you can. I know it doesn't feel like it, but you can," Peter said, but when he started to see that this wasn't working, he switched tactics. "Come on, let's sit you down."

He tried to maneuver you to the couch, but that backfired almost immediately. Your nails dug into his suit so forcefully that it was enough to make him pause and look back on you. The color had drained from your face and you looked absolutely terrified, a dazed over look in your eyes. "Y/N? Y/N!" He exclaimed, panicking.

You opened your mouth, and that gave Peter hope, but only a small noise, almost a whimper, left your lips before you were falling. What Peter didn't know was that when he tried to move you, he had unintentionally made the dizziness so much worse. That, combined with all five of your senses feeling like they were on fire, was too much for your body to handle at the moment.

Peter's eyes went wide as you dropped quite literally into his open arms. With one hand cradling your head, pressing it against his shoulder, he half-pulled, half-dragged you over to the couch. "Sorry," he couldn't help but apologize, seeing your feet drag.

He got you over to the couch and laid you down, brushing your hair out of your face. At the very least, you looked calmer now, but Peter would much rather you be conscious than unconscious. "FRIDAY, what do I-?" He started to ask, but the A.I was already ahead of him.

"While I cannot diagnose anyone, it appears that Y/N was displaying symptoms of a panic attack and lost consciousness as a result. The best course of action would be to monitor Y/N closely," FRIDAY said.

Peter was no fan of hearing the words panic and attack together, but it did soothe him to know that he didn't have to call 911 or bring you to the hospital. "Thanks," he murmured, watching you for a second. He let out a shaky breath, running his hand through your hair and his thumb over your forehead and cheeks like he knew you liked. A smile came to his face when he remembered how you'd blush normally.

He considered having FRIDAY tell Tony and the team that he wouldn't be going back to the fight, but that would just mean that he'd have to explain and he knew that everyone would be distracted and too worried about you (especially Tony). He sat back, trying to wait as patiently as he could, but couldn't shake the feeling of the need to do something to help or comfort you.

Eventually deciding that you'd be more comfortable on your bed than the touch, Peter scooped you up in his arms again. He tried to pretend that you were just sleeping in his arms, not unconscious, and that brought another soft smile to his lips. He tucked you into bed, not caring that he very much resembled a mother hen right now.

Once he deemed you all cozy, propped up by an absurd amount of pillows and wrapped in fuzzy blankets, Peter decided to change out of his suit. He made FRIDAY swear to alert him if anything about your condition changed, though. After switching to an Avengers sweater and grey sweatpants, Peter made a quick detour to the kitchen to grab you a glass of water and your favorite snack.

As he was walking back into your room, though, Peter saw you start to stir. He quickly put down the water and snack, hurrying to your side and taking a seat on your bed. He placed his hand over yours, smiling as he watched you wake. You looked around, a bit confused at first, before your gaze settled on your boyfriend.

"Peter?" You mumbled, starting to feel a bit nervous as your head was all foggy from fainting.

"Hi," he said sweetly. "You're okay, babe. We're in your room. You fainted. Take a deep breath with me, okay?"

You managed to do that. Peter drew back the covers and slid into bed beside you, wrapping his arms around you as he held you.

"You-you shouldn't be here. My dad-" you began to say.

"-Will be fine. So will the team. I'm right where I need to be, darling," Peter said, keeping his voice calm, gentle, and smooth.

You let out a small puff of air, pausing before speaking again. "He's so mad at me. I-I wanted to help. I'm supposed to be a hero, but I'm not even good enough to stop some creature on my own," you whimpered. As your tears started to come, Peter didn't try to stop them. He knew you needed to let it all out.

Rubbing your arm soothingly. Peter waited to speak. "It was a misunderstanding, Y/N, and you are a good hero-" he began.

"You have to say that, you're my boyfriend," you pouted.

Peter chuckled lightly. "It's true. You are the kindest hero I've ever seen. Some missions just require a little more training and that's okay, it doesn't make you any less of a hero," he said.

You nodded, leaning your head back against his chest. Peter happily continued to rub your arm and hold you.

"I'm still worried about my dad and the team," you whispered.

"I know," Peter whispered back, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. "But if something happened, we'd have heard right now, so try to rest your head, m'kay?"

You nodded again, even if you weren't quite certain that you'd be able to do that. Peter grabbed the water and the snack, passing it to you. That instantly made you smile and you thanked him before practically devouring it. Peter put the glass back on the table when you were done.

The two of you sat there for a while, both happy and content to enjoy each other's presence. After a bit, Peter glanced down and grinned when he saw you asleep. This was like heaven to him, with how cute you were and how he was able to hold and cuddle you.

He ended up losing track of time but soon enough. FRIDAY was quietly alerting him that the team had returned, unharmed.

"Can you tell Tony to come up to Y/N's room?" Peter asked.

A couple minutes later, the man was walking in, still in his suit but without his helmet. "I know you're probably still mad-" he began, running a hand through his hair, only to be cut off by Peter's "shh". He glanced up, not expecting to see the sight he saw. He walked over. "What's going on?"

"Y/N's asleep. Had a panic attack and fainted earlier. Y/N was really scared that something would happen to you and the team," Peter explained.

Tony softened and with a small sigh, sat down. He looked at his sleeping teen, smiling warmly. "Alright. We can talk later. Take good care of my kid, alright Parker?" He whispered, slowly rising from the bed.

"You got it," Peter promised. He'd always take good care of you.

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[the-abyss-of-fandoms]

Y/N listening to her cute Physics tutor explain a problem: [Nods their head] Yes yes baby absolutely I understand what you’re saying.

Peter looks back at them with a smile his eyes softening a bit before returning to the equation: Okay the-

Y/N starts tuning him out again looking at his arms as he writes more onto the whiteboard: Oh I hope physics never ends.

[erule]

Can i request prompt 6 from the prompt list with Tom holland or peter parker ? Can it be angst or heavy angst (with a happy ending if u want or not ) maybe with Friends to lovers ?? Thank you !!:)

Weak in the knees | p.p.

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Summary: You’ve been in love with Peter for years, but he has always been with MJ. Now, he tells you that they broke up but you don’t know that the reason is you.

Warnings: angst, fluff, friends to lovers trope, happy ending

Word count: 1.1K

A/N: hi! I chose number 6 and Peter Parker. Thanks for the request, hope you like it!! Also a big THANK YOU to each and every one of you, because you follow me and you like my stories. Feedback is always appreciated by a writer! Hope y’all like it. Enjoy! X

Prompt: “You’re always gonna be my weakness”.

(you’ll find it in the story marked in bold).

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His smile has always made you weak in the knees. Always. There hasn’t been a time you recall it hasn’t.

It was fabulous at high school, because you could see him bring light at the end of the hallways with that, even when it was directed to somebody else and not you. To Ned. To MJ. You even learnt when it was only for her eyes, because he was falling for her. You could have said it to Ned, when it was wide and shiny. When he was in love with her. It wasn’t the same, when he liked your jokes. But now, now you can’t even enjoy it, because you go to another college while he’s with them. You bet that he’s still smiling at MJ in that particular way, something you’ll never even see, but even if you miss it, maybe you’re better off alone. Jealousy is not something that belongs to you, but you felt it as something borrowed. Now you’re not in high school anymore and you don’t see Peter often as before, luckily. Things are getting better.

That’s what you thought, at least.

“Peter?” You ask outside of the college, surprised. You almost lost the grip from your books. You weren’t supposed to see him today.

“Hi,” he says, a brief smile on his face and you already know that something is wrong.

“What happened?”

“Why do you always ask me that?”

“Because we barely see each other now, so when you come here there’s always some mess I have to clean up,” you reply, starting to walk away. He follows you.

“Well, not this time! I just wanted to say hello to you,” he says and you furrows your eyebrows.

Something is definitely wrong.

“Another fight with MJ? Send her some flowers, she’s gonna love them”.

“You love flowers, she hates them”.

“I’m sorry if I don’t know your girlfriend’s tastes,” you reply, with resentment.

“She’s not my girlfriend anymore,” he murmurs and you suddenly stop.

They’ve been together for three years. You have waited for them to break up as if it could have been your choice to confess him that you love him for so long, but now, his whispers have taken you by surprise.

“What?”

“You didn’t think about that, did you?” He asks ironically, but you don’t move a muscle, still in shock. “It’s not a mess you have to clean up, don’t worry. She broke up with me two months ago, but I wanted to tell you in person,” he adds. Then, he sighs, his hands in his pockets. “I’ve missed you, Y/N. I realized that the only person I wanted to talk to about this was you. Not even Ned. Just you,” he says.

You swallow hard.

“Why? Why me?”

“Because you’re my best friend,” he replies confused, as if it was obvious.

“Am I?”

“Y/N?”

You sigh, then you sit down on a bench and he does the same. You don’t want to fight and you don’t want to tell him everything, but all of these mixed feelings are killing you from the inside, so you had to stay still. He’s still looking at you, numb, genuinely curious about what you’re thinking right now.

“You’ve been busy in the past few months. I didn’t even get that you broke up with her, because you stopped texting me”.

“She did,” he repeats and you tilt your head, astonished. “She didn’t want to be with me anymore”.

“But she seemed so in love with you!” You exclaim and even your own words take you by surprise.

“Yeah, but she didn’t want to be with somebody that was always on the phone with another person,” he says.

How great, you think, there’s even another one that he preferred over me.

“And who’s this?” You ask, already tired of this stupid and hurtful conversation.

He takes a deep breath and then he gives you a smile that he didn’t show you ever. It was only meant for MJ and MJ only. Now, it gives you butterflies. Your stomach could explode.

“You. It has always been you, Y/N”.

You shake your head vigorously. No, it can’t be. This is a joke or a lost bet. It can’t be possible. It’s painful and sad that he’s playing with your feelings as they were a toy, now.

“You should be ashamed of that, Peter. You don’t have to make fun of me, even if you know that I like you,” you say, trying to walk away, but he stops you by taking your wrist around his fingers. The touch burns your skin.

“I wouldn’t do it, Y/N, you know me”.

“No, I don’t know you anymore! I’ve been in love with you for years, three years of my life spent by being in the darkness of your smile and now you’re telling me that you want to be with me? This is unbelievable,” you say, with tears in your eyes. “Unbelievable,” you whisper again.

“Y/N…”

“I’ve studied you as if you were a test to pass. I’ve learnt how many moles you have, I’ve learnt that you hate strawberries but you love chocolate, that you put your friends over being Spider-Man, that you don’t go away if I don’t come home safe after you’ve driven me all around the city because it’s the only way I calm down when I’m upset. And I know, I knowhow your smile lights up when you see MJ and it’s not the same when you look at me,” you say and it hurts you more that it should.

“Maybe it means that either I’m a great actor or just a terrible liar, because you haven’t looked at me when I was staring at you,” he replies with a smile and now, you see it. It’s warm like the sun on your skin in Summer. It’s full of light. It’s the very dee and blue see that caresses your body when you go to the beach. And it’s directed at you.

“How come have I not see it?” You ask him, but maybe it’s more a question to yourself.

“I developed these feelings in high school, but I accepted them only a year ago. I didn’t want to ruin our friendship, Y/N. You’re too important to me,” he says.

You squeeze his hand.

“Please, give me another smile,” you say and he chuckles.

“Why?”

“Because has always made me weak in the knees,” you answer, a little embarrassed.

“Oh. Well, you’re always gonna be my weakness”, he says with a smile that could light up the whole city.

[friendlyneighborhood-spiderblog]

so i recently went on a trip to Disneyland and finally experienced avengers campus(but more importantly the spider-man ride) and know i have a really cute headcannon

So for those of you who don't know, in the spider-man ride we're told Peter has created AI helping robots called "spider-bots"

they're fucking adorable

but anyway

all i can imagine is Peter wanting to build these helper bots but needing help and Otto has experience with AI helper bots so he goes to Otto for help and after some convincing from Peter

Otto: Son are you sure you want my help? I haven't had the best outcomes with those

Peter: Yeah but...I'm not attaching these to my body

Otto:...touche

In conclusion, Otto and Peter building robots together

[spider-stark]

i kind of wanna write headcanons for spider-man characters. if i did, would anyone be interested? also-anything in particular you’d wanna see?

the posts would definitely include all three peter’s, as well as harry osborn. i’d potentially include other characters as well depending on the topic/request, such as gwen stacy, max dillon, doc ock, etc.

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

gnome-kicking says a lot about a man's character: my random fact is that, I always sneeze when I first taste dark chocolate. It doesn't happen after that (and it doesn't happen with any other food), I can eat the chocolate just fine but that first bite definitely brings a sneeze (why does this feel extremely random tho lol)

omg that is so adorable! rn I'm just thinking about tasm!peter being all cute saying 💕chocolate house 💕 behind the chair, so that's where I'm at, you're getting peter so that he can be all like 🥰 whenever you sneeze

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[ljlokijinx]

I'll take your mtnb ( male to nonbinary) Peter Parker hc's and let me present to you:

male to intersex to male to nonbinary (mtitmtnb)

Peters AMAB but the spider bite changes their anatomy to otherwise unspecified. They continue as male for some time but then realize they actually like the thought of being neither a girl or boy...

Somebody pls write this.

[hiraethparkers]

thinking about how when you start dating peter parker would kiss your knuckles whenever he goes to hold your hand and as your relationship continues he starts to always kiss your ring finger and then when he proposes he starts by kissing your ring finger then he gets down on one knee and omg

[alexrideraep]

peter parker watched the harry potter movies and once accidentally called fury nearly eyeless nick

(i didn’t think of this i just saw it on Pinterest once)

[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."

[venomous--fics]

Hey hey! Long time, I know. But I have decided to make this post ...To ask a question.

I want to do something special for December. But I'll need you guys this time around 😌 I wanted to make December a community month.

Videos, art, stories, headcanons, whatever you want to submit! And I'll just load up the queue with whatever I get

For fics, if you're comfortable, I figured the easiest way to share those would be to, like, reblog them. But, if anyone has better ideas I'm all ears like maybe share a google docs link with me and I'll just post it with your perferred screen name/anon name

Got some kinks to iron out but I thought this would be fun to do. I thought my welcome back could be a warm one with you guys. 💖

Feel free to send in asks about ideas or questions because this is still in the corkboard stage.

Oh! And December won't be limited to Eddie and Venom. It'll be for ANY marvel character!

Anyone interested?

[liz-allyn]

📖: hurt/comfort where Peter comforts reader please

Congrats on 600! 🎉 👏

In addition to this?

Alright here comes the pain.

A Wound Like No Other @privateanxieties (platonic!reader)

About the Noise @ghostedgwen (tw domestic violence)

Pinky Promise (series, must-read) and Here For You by @blooming-violets

Back Scratches request by @peterthepark

Let Me Hold You (tw self h*rm) @nexusspiders

i'm gonna go eat ice cream now bye

[mediocre-daydreams]

daydreams' study series!

uninspired to do homework? procrastinating a project? work alongside your favorite characters here!

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

MAURAUDERS

the marauders in divination class

MARVEL

[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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