#peterparker

[slkmoralesblog]

i adore spideytorch so much! im hoping johnny and peter have some interactions in the mcu 😔🙏🏽

obsessed with the messages in the sky johnny leaves for peter

[herecomeaspookybunch]

i got bored during math

[inkdrinkerworld]

You wake up when a cramp in your abdomen gains a little too much force. At first you ignore it, then it happens again and you know, in your heart, that you’ve just started your period.

You groan, open your eyes and are about to stand when you remember you’re over at Peter’s.

You nibble on your fingers as you weigh your options: stay in bed and risk a bigger bleed or wake Peter up and be embarrassed that you’ve bled on his sheets.

In the end, Peter makes the decision for you when he reaches for you and finds you near the end of the bed.

“Angel?” He’s all groggy with sleep, hair standing in a few different directions as he props himself up on one palm.

“Pete,” you start, better to get it out now than to waste time. “I think I bled through. I didn’t know my period was coming, or well I did but it’s not due for two more days.”

Peter nods along, following the best his sleepy mind can. “Do you want me to check?” A yawn breaks through his words as he reaches over to flick on the lamp on his bedside.

“Isn’t that kinda gross?” Peter rolls his eyes now, stamping a kiss to your cheek.

“No, baby. Now, up.” You lift your hips and Peter takes a peek under you and it’s more intimate than it should be. “There’s only a little bit of it, wanna switch sides?”

You’re aghast at the suggestion. “I’m not letting you sleep in blood Peter!”

“Stop acting like you’ve bled out on the sheets baby. I don’t mind switching, I can wash it in the morning.”

You stand from the bed almost immediately at that and head to the bathroom. “I’m gonna take a quick shower and come change the sheets.”

Peter shakes his head, “Make sure the water’s hot enough, still want you to sleep after this.” Peter stretches out of bed, immediately stripping the sheets. “Leave your shorts in the sink, I’ll put it in with the sheets.”

Peter really is an anomaly of a man. You’ve bled through his sheets and he wants to wash the blood out for you. He wants you to shower in hot water so you don’t stay up longer than you have to.

It nearly brings tears to your eyes.

“Don’t overthink it baby,” Peter says when he realizes you’ve stopped, frozen in place. “It’s not an issue. Now go shower, I wanna get ahead of the cramps too.”

Peter loads the washing machine, brings out new sheets; burnt orange ones, that smells like lilacs. He’s also got pyjamas out for you, and set your medicine and water on your bedside table.

By the time you come out, it’s like nothings happened and you’re only now getting ready for bed.

“I’m really sorry Pete.” You murmur as you slip into your new pyjamas. Peter rolls his eyes, and tugs you carefully into bed, right into his lap.

His hand falls into your hair, combs it back as he brings the glass to you. “Nothing to be sorry for,” he reaches for the pills too. “Take it baby,” he rubs your back slowly.

You lean your head on his shoulder, “I’m sorry I woke us up.”

Peter chuckles, you always get like this. Near weepy and almost constantly apologetic. “Angel,” you hide your face under his chin. “It’s all good. I’m gonna hold you all night and cuddle the shit out of you.”

You sniff. “Thanks for taking care of me Pete.”

He rolls his eyes. “I’m always gonna take care of you.” Peter shuts off the lamp. “Close your eyes, pretty girl. Let’s try to get you some quality sleep before the red lady really sets in.”

You giggle, kissing under his neck as he slides you both down the bed. “I love you,”

Peter tips your chin up and kisses your lips. “I love you too, so much. Don’t ever think you’re gross for a little bit of blood. Next time, we can just switch sides.”

You scoff, “I’m never letting you sleep in my spot if I bleed through, Parker.”

He rolls his eyes, pulling the covers up over you both. “So you say, but I can just use my senses against you.”

You yawn, Peter’s hand tracing your back lulling you to the sweet spot between sleep and wakefulness. “Oh like you used them tonight?”

Peter’s hand pauses, flat and still on your back till you whine. “That’s so mean, I was asleep and I was having a very good dream.”

“Oh yeah?”

Peter nods, softening his voice as he notes the slur in your words. “Oh yeah, you were there, quite like this actually. Except you were playing with my hair, while I read you Pride and Prejudice,”

He’s only halfway through recounting his dream when he hears your first snore. Peter smiles to himself, kissing your forehead one last time before shutting his eyes.

[abbykmtr-13]

“Ping Pong”, a short story starring Spidey, Daredevil and Wolverine! ✨

(I forgot to post it here 🤭)

[bonesuh]

current wip... >:3

spideypool is my otp... HOWEVER,,, O-O

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[jasperlore]

jus want to say that i love ur spideydevil 🩵🩵

YIPPIEEE

[wordsarelife]

—hey stephen

pairing: peter parker x fem!stark!reader

summary: you and peter have to fix a little mistake one of the avengers made. luckily you're a great team

warnings: flirting, theft lol

note: i realized too late i hadn't put it in the queqe lol!

the night sky loomed above you, a soft haze of stars disappearing into the city’s light pollution. a high-rise office building stretched into the clouds, and at its base, peter was already halfway up, scaling the glass like it was nothing. your fingers tapped the device your dad had insisted you bring, ensuring your escape route was intact—just in case.

"the probability of falling to your death is one in three," you called out, voice laced with dry amusement as you watched peter's slow climb from the ground.

from above, peter’s voice crackled through your earpiece, laced with sarcasm. "what do the statistics say about people with spider-powers?" he paused to look down at you, clearly rolling his eyes beneath the mask.

with a smirk, you tapped the small stark tech device on your wrist, instantly teleporting yourself from the ground to the roof he was climbing toward. when you appeared, you peeked over the ledge to see him still climbing, almost there. "they say, that they're kind of slow."

peter stopped climbing and turned his head in your direction, scowling up at you. "ha ha" he muttered, clearly unimpressed. still, you could see a grin forming under the mask as he climbed up the last few feet. "and what do they say about people with teleporting powers and stark-level egos?"

you quirked a brow, amusement dancing on your lips. "that we don’t have time to climb up buildings for fun," you shot back.

"whatever" he replied playfully, as he walked around you, to look through the glass of the roof and into the room beneath it. "do we have any information about the security system?"

"vision’s already taken care of the alarms and cameras," you answered, eyes still locked on the space beneath. "but we’ve got a problem."

you and peter stood shoulder to shoulder, staring down through the reinforced glass at the one obstacle neither of you had expected: larry, the security guard. he was patrolling the museum’s halls with an intensity that would put some SHIELD agents to shame.

larry was infamous for taking his job way too seriously, a fact that had somehow kept this museum entirely free of robbery attempts.

peter let out a low whistle, shaking his head. "that’s larry, isn’t it? guy’s basically the captain america of museum security.”

"yup," you sighed, arms crossed as you watched larry methodically sweep each room like he was guarding the crown jewels. "this mission is supposed to be high-stakes, not high-annoyance."

your father had pulled you into this last-minute mission, and you couldn’t help but smirk at the memory of his over-the-top explanation for why this was necessary.

thor had accidentally packed one of tony's and bruce’s experimental devices in a gift box meant for this museum, and now that same device was on display, tucked away in some artifact. to tony, this was practically a world-ending catastrophe.

"couldn't you just, you know... build another one?" you had asked at the time, exasperation dripping from your voice.

tony had responded by rolling his eyes dramatically, as if you’d just suggested throwing away the mona lisa. "do you want the wrong hands getting this tech? because that’s how we all end up in serious, world-ending trouble."

that, of course, had been enough to get you and peter on board. especially after the last world-ending trouble, your father had been involved in, had led to robots invading sokovia and ripping it out of the ground.

but now, staring at larry pacing the hallway like he was auditioning for an action movie, you were starting to regret that decision.

"we’ve got to get him out of there" peter whispered. "or this is going to get messy fast"

you nodded. "and vision can’t mess with his comms or knock him out—he’s just a regular guy, after all. we can’t exactly web him up and call it a day"

"yeah" peter agreed. "but we can’t just waltz in either. larry’s about three steps away from spotting us and sounding the alarm. and there goes our quiet heist"

peter shifted beside you, fidgeting like he always did when he was thinking up a plan. you could practically see the gears turning in his head. he turned to you, his face half-hidden under the mask, but you could feel the grin even if you couldn’t see it. "how good are you at distractions?"

you raised an eyebrow. "depends on the distraction. what are you thinking?"

peter leaned down, pointing at the far end of the hallway where a ventilation shaft led into the room larry was patrolling. "you teleport down there, maybe drop something—make some noise. when larry goes to investigate, i’ll slip in and get the device"

you glanced at the vent, calculating the distance between it and larry’s patrol route. it could work. you could make just enough noise to pull him out of the main exhibit area without alerting him too much.

“fine” you muttered, already prepping yourself. “but you owe me.”

peter chuckled, tapping the side of his mask. "i’ll pay you back in kisses. how’s that?"

"disgusting, actually" rolling your eyes, you disappeared in a flash, teleporting down into the vent, making sure to land as quietly as possible. the cold metal of the air duct pressed against your knees as you crawled toward the room below, spotting larry a few feet away, completely oblivious.

reaching for your utility belt, you pulled out a small stark gadget—a harmless little device designed to make a loud noise when activated. with a quick flick of your wrist, you dropped it through the slats in the vent, watching as it clattered to the floor.

larry’s head snapped toward the sound immediately. his footsteps echoed through the room as he headed toward the noise, flashlight in hand. you teleported yourself back to the roof in time to see peter lower himself through the glass on a webline, slipping into the room like a shadow.

“good?” you whispered into your comms.

peter’s voice came back soft but smug. "good. i'm heading to the artifact now."

you watched from above as peter made his way through the room, quiet as ever. he moved between the display cases with ease, his eyes trained on the object in question—a small, unassuming vase, inside of which was the deadly device your dad had carelessly gifted to the museum.

"you think they’d put the dangerous stuff in a more secure spot," peter whispered, now crouched by the display.

"it’s a vase," you whispered back. "nobody thinks vases are dangerous."

peter snorted. "clearly, they’ve never been on a mission with you.”

“clearly, my dad is just as smart, considering he gave a kid a multi-million dollar suit” you teased.

"oh, shut up!" peter shook his head, but you could hear in his voice that he wasn't actually angry or offended at the joke. he carefully removed the vase from its display, switching it out with an identical replica tony had provided. “got it,” he said, holding the real one up to the light.

but just as he turned to leave, larry came back into view. peter froze mid-step, his eyes darting to the closest hiding spot—a decorative column far too narrow to be much help.

“uh, y/n?” peter’s voice was tense. “i think larry’s about to spot me”

“how close are you to the exit?” you asked, already preparing to teleport in if things got messy.

“close enough... but not without being seen” peter muttered. he shifted, trying to move around the column without larry noticing.

you sighed, rolling your eyes. "fine. hold tight."

in an instant, you teleported into the hallway just a few feet behind larry, making just enough noise to catch his attention. he spun around, his flashlight sweeping the area where you had appeared.

peter took the opportunity to slip past, barely making a sound as he darted for the exit.

larry's flashlight landed on you for just a second before you teleported again, this time to the roof, heart racing as you reappeared beside peter.

"that was close," you breathed, watching as larry scratched his head below, completely unaware of what had just happened and probably blaming the hint of your figure on his sleep deprivation.

he let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. “you realize this was extremely stupid, right?”

you raised an eyebrow, not missing a beat. “what, you worried about me?”

peter shrugged, not quite meeting your eyes. “i mean, if you got caught, who else would pull me out of this mess?”

you gave him a playful shove. "please. i’d just teleport out, and you’d be stuck explaining to larry why you’re playing spider-man in a museum."

he grinned behind his mask, shaking his head. “you’re impossible, you know that?”

“yeah, well, you’re the one who drags me into these missions,” you shot back, crossing your arms. “besides, i saved your butt down there.”

peter held up the vase, the light glinting off it's surface. "i think we're even now. how about we call it a tie?"

you smirked. "tie? not a chance, parker. you owe me big time for this"

peter's eyes crinkled at the edges, the grin behind his mask unmistakable. “all right, all right. i’ll buy you dinner.”

“dinner?” you arched an eyebrow. “is that how you plan to repay me?”

he shrugged, but the mischievous spark in his eyes was impossible to miss. “seems fair, right?”

before you could reply, vision's voice chimed in over your comms. "y/n, peter, congratulations on a successful retrieval. the quinjet is ready for extraction."

peter gave a mock salute. "see? mission accomplished. we’re golden."

you couldn’t help but smile as you rolled your eyes. "fine, but next time, you get to deal with larry."

peter paused for a moment, tilting his head slightly. “you sure? i think larry kind of likes you. he was definitely staring a bit when you teleported in behind him.”

you scoffed, shaking your head as you turned to head for the extraction point. "do you ever stop staring at me?"

peter’s voice was soft but completely sincere as he jogged to catch up beside you. “no, not really.”

you shot him a sideways glance, trying not to let the warmth in his voice get to you. "smooth, parker."

he grinned again, slipping the vase into the protective case tony had provided. “hey, can’t help it. you’re kind of hard to ignore.”

"right," you muttered, suppressing a smile. "let’s just focus on not getting caught next time, yeah?”

“deal,” peter agreed, but his voice held that familiar teasing edge. "but maybe we should stick to flirting only after we’re out of danger.”

you rolled your eyes. “maybe you should stop flirting in near-death situations.”

peter shrugged, a playful glint still in his eye. “what can i say? i work best under pressure.”

[sockospace]

"A riddle Mr. Parker, what do I have in common with Spider-Man?" "uhm.. you both look good in skintight outfits?"

[theliability]

Trying to study but I keep thinking about post-nwh Peter being all alone rn

[polargemini]

So I have a plot for a fic where Wade believes Peter Parker is experimenting on people (like on the comic) and this is like part of the scene when Wade attempts to kill him.

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Wade doesn’t go right away after he shoots Parker. He stays there, right in front of him, seeing how his face morphs into a new expression. One full of affliction.

“W—“ Parker tries to say something. But his chest moves erratically, hindering any attempt to speak, and the bloods flows out of the injury, staining his lab coat.

He doesn’t have a lot of time left. That much is evident. He’s minutes away from dying, painfully, feeling each second the excruciating agony of the bullet near his heart — until it stops beating.

The fact that Wade isn’t taking the time to prolong this, to make Parker feel the same torment of the people who suffered at his hands, it’s a small courtesy to Spidey. Even if he never discovers that Parker was taking advantage of him, using him to cover his wicked purposes, Wade hopes that making it fast will make it better.

Because he isn’t supposed to be killing anyone. Less Spidey’s boss, the guy Spidey idolizes.

Wade had promised himself he wouldn’t kill again. Not after he changed. He was finally able to be someone different, someone worthy of being near Spidey. But after he found out Parker was behind the experiments, it was impossible to stand still and believe that Parker deserved a second chance. He’s probably throwing out the window all the progress of these few months.

But he has to do this.

Parker’s death will be fast — as fast as the bleed out takes — but he’s not leaving earth without suffering first. That’s why Wade aimed purposely to a spot near Parker’s heart and not directly at it.

He looks how Parker puts his hands around his chest, like he could somehow stop the bleeding just with that. What an idiot. For someone who is famous for being a scientist, he must be aware anything he does will be useless. There’s no going back.

And yet.

“W—“ Parker tries again.

He should be on the floor by now, but for some reason he keeps wanting to talk. It really is bothering Wade.

"Why? Are asking why? Gonna keep pretending til’ the end? You aren't fooling me, Parker. You know exactly what you did,” Wade snaps and Parker flinches at his words. Like they hurt more than the wound on his body.

"Wa—" Peter insists.

Wade grunts. “Is it wait now? C’mon, Parker. Not gonna spent my time trying to guess your last words. And if you’re really asking me to wait, think again. I bet they asked the same, and you—“

Wade groans, and then he aims the gun at Parker’s head, to his forehead. There’s no reason not to pull the trigger. Even if Wade spares him the pain ending things now, there’s no way for Parker to survive. He will accomplish what he came to do.

Wade analyzes the face behind the muzzle, and to his surprise, Parker doesn’t have the face of a murderer. There’s no guilt, not even a hint of anger for being discovered. Or that shame and sobbing that Wade has presence sometimes, when the people he had killed realized it was time to face the consequences of their actions.

If something, there's an indescribable pain in Parker’s eyes. He looks hurt, and it’s a different hurting, not the one he must be feeling from the bullet. It’s like he can’t understand why Wade did that to him. And not for the whole experimenting-on-people-matter. Nor the bullet matter. Its seems deeper, which doesn’t make sense.

Spidey talks a lot about Parker’s job, but Wade never got to meet him. Not until now. This is the first time they’re looking face to face. How should he take that expression? It’s feels personal, but there’s no way for it to be.

“Whatever,” Wade says as he holsters the gun. He isn’t wasting more bullets on this asshole. He turns his back, and walks away. He isn’t giving Parker the satisfaction of having someone to hear his last words — if he even manages to talk at some point.

All the time on his way out of the building, he tries to shake out of his head the look on those brown eyes.

[jo-v-ie]

Bad days - Part5/5

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

[rosezzzzzzz]

Fem Peter Parker

Okay so I have been reading a lot of trans Peter Parker (ftm) and I LOVE it BUT lets now do ....

Tom Holland Peter Parker transported to Gotham and the whole thing where in every Peter Parker in Gotham fanfic happens.

Peter gets out of a Lazarus pit, finds clothes, wonders where he is, goes to the library and meets Barbara etc etc etc and at one point he needs to use the restroom and he looks down and goes

"uh where's my dick at?" and then---

"wait a minute......" and finds out he is biologically a female now and he is all confused and concerned because what do you mean ?? What if this is not his body and what poor girl did he steal the body from omg he feels bad because what if he gets hurt then it would be like hurting someone else omg....but at the same time he does a DNA test (idk how but he does) and yes its biologically him but as a girl and omg what will he do when he gets his first period ???!!!

Also it could go either way where it continues being like other trans. peter parker cause he identifies as male OR he doesn't really mind since he was always gender fluid and didn't mind being called (he/him) cause he can't worry about that as much since he is saving the world and this just means that now he technically has to go through period cramps and stuff and MJ will most definitely be cackling if she knew because now he will know just how bad cramps can be lmaoooo

But yeah I thought it would be a nice twist to it and if he decides that you know what hell yeah he wants to wear skirts and dresses (after being kidnapped by the Batfam) and use makeup and he is still a little shit so....

Bruce: "No you cannot fight crime"

Peter: " This is sexism"

Bruce: "..."

Steph: "Yeah Bruce what the heck"

Cass: *nods*

Bruce: " Peter (or whatever name he wants now ) you have 3 broken ribs and missing a leg"

Peter: "Ha ! My leg isn't missing I know where it is....at the bottom of the building (this peter can grow limbs again) "

Bruce: "......"

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Bonus:

Peter: "Bruce ! Do I look bonita?"

Bruce: ".......Yes"

Peter: \(^v^)/

Bruce: *hands Peter $1,000*

Peter: /(o-o)\

Bruce: ".......for clothes or something"

Peter: "Thanks !" *Buys a fucking tank* (idk man lets assume he saved up a lot of money since Bruce doesn't know how to show emotion Wayne keeps giving him money every time he finds Peter cute which is pretty much everyday)

Bruce: "......who sold you a pink tank?"

Peter: " Oh ! Jason painted it !!!"

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Jason (loves causing chaos) Todd : "This is going to be so fucking funny" *cackles*

Peter (loves causing chaos the 2nd) Parker: "This needs glitter!!"

[herecomeaspookybunch]

anywya

[inkdrinkerworld]

this is my first time coming to a sleepover!! 🖤 can i have cigarette smoke and/or rich coffee beans with peter parker?

Oh I think I’m gonna do cigarette smoke for this one!!!

“I thought you were quitting?” Peter’s voice is soft where it finds you in the fire escape, hands leaning on the grating as he peeks at you.

You’re sitting there with a cigarette halfway smoked and halfway to your lips, your eyes wide from being caught.

“This is my first one.” You say sheepishly, taking one more drag before pressing the lit top into the grate under you.

“Baby,” Peter isn’t admonishing, but he is the tiniest bit annoyed. You’d been doing so well, almost two weeks with only one cigarette between them. This is your second one in as many days.

Your shoulders reach your ears, “I know, I’m sorry Pete. Just really needed one.”

He climbs through the window, and sits beside you, shoulder to shoulder. Peter lays his head on your shoulder with a soft smile.

“Wanna talk about it?”

You snort, “The dangers of carbon monoxide or why I needed a smoke?”

Peter chuckles, hand reaching for yours. He brings your hand to his face, studying your knuckles like they’re the best thing he’s ever seen.

“Whichever you prefer. I know you’re tired of me going on about the ‘how’s your day thing’ though.”

You laugh so loud, it shakes Peter. “You’re such an ass.”

Peter shrugs, kissing your knuckles. “You love me anyhow?”

You kiss his forehead, all your stress from the day gone just by Peter being here with you. “I love you anyhow, Peter Parker.”

He smiles, shifting so he’s looking at you. “Would it be terribly rude if I asked you to chew gum before I kissed you?”

You shove him off you with a loud laugh, snatching your hand back from him as you lean into your apartment and into your handbag for the gum.

[abbykmtr-13]

✨THEM ✨

A lil sketch of MJ and Peter that I totally didn’t forget to post here 🤭✨

[andrecomics]

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