#por peter parker

[marvelous-writer]

Two Lawyers and a Spider

Summary: In which Peter is struggling with holding the weight of the world on his shoulders, as well as his own problems and winds up having a bad panic attack on a sidewalk in Hell’s Kitchen when he’s hanging out with Matt and Foggy. 

Whumptober Day 7: Shaking Hands & Silent Panic Attack

@whumptober @whumptober-archive

Rating: G

Word Count: 2,731

Genre: whump, hurt/comfort, fluff

Link to read on AO3

It’s close to noontime when Peter finds himself walking down a crowded, noisy street in Hell’s Kitchen with Matt and Foggy on their way to grab lunch, the two men laughing as they recall a time in college. Peter unfortunately misses what they’re talking about with how spacey he’s feeling today.

That’s probably due to all of the late night’s he’s been pulling lately, getting less than two hours of sleep here and there.

“But, seriously, Peter if you need a reference for college I’d be more than happy to write something up. I could also see if I could namedrop you to one of my professor friends at Columbia to see if you could get in next semester?” Foggy’s voice filters through Peter’s ears, snapping him out of the fog he’s been in.

“I would be happy to as well.” Matt adds.

Peter looks up at them and forces a smile. “Uh, yeah… I’ll think about it. I really haven’t given… the whole college thing thought yet with everything.”

“Yeah, I get it,” Foggy says, nodding. “I took a gap year myself when I was your age. It let me figure out some stuff and what I wanted to do. Nothing wrong with that! Matt, do you remember that time we-“

Foggy’s voice fades out of Peter’s ears as he looks back down at the concrete sidewalk, focusing the front of his beat up sneakers as he walks. For some reason, his chest feels super tight, the familiar feeling of anxiety clawing away at him.

He’s had so much on his plate recently, it’s been hard to even think about college. With May and Happy’s wedding last month, babysitting Morgan up at the cabin now and then, dealing with the fact that MJ and Ned are away at college now living their new lives without him, patrolling, taking photos of himself as Spider-Man and selling them for some extra cash at the Bugle, and not to mention the fact that he’s still recovering from everything that happened with his identity leaking and Dr. Strange trying to reverse it only for Peter to screw it up and dealing with the repercussions that followed, then the whole thing with the multiverse villains going rogue, meeting the two other Peter’s, and May almost dying after Peter destroyed Happy’s old apartment during the fight with the Goblin.

College hasn’t been at the top of his to-do list.

Peter’s chest tightens more as his brows pull together, digging his fingernails into the palms of his hands to focus on something else, other than everything swirling around in his head at rapid speed.

Sometimes it’s all just… too much.

Car horns blare around them from the traffic, hearing people yelling from inside their cars.

Peter winces at the sound. He can hear the sound of all of the people walking on the street, hearing heels clicking against the pavement further up at the intersection, as well as a dog panting, car tires scraping against the road as it takes a turn.

It’s all too much.

Peter grits his teeth and closes his eyes for a brief second, mindful of the fact that he could accidentally bump into anyone on this busy sidewalk. He can feel his heart starting to steadily beat faster, thrumming against his chest and into his throat.

It’s going to choke him.

Peter snaps open his eyes when his spider-sense goes off, just in time for him to avoid bumping his shoulder into someone. His eyes dart around at all of the people around him, smelling a thousand smells all at once.

Everything’s dialed up to eleven.

He goes to take in a deep breath to calm himself… but he can’t. His heart is beating so fast—too fast—and his chest feels way too tight, not allowing anymore air inside. It only seems to be sucking out any air he has in there.

He knows this feeling too well, unfortunately.

A panic attack.

He’s having a panic attack in the middle of a crowded sidewalk in Hell’s Kitchen.

He’s going to die from suffocation and embarrassment.

Peter’s thoughts race as the panic truly starts to set in.

What do I do? What do i do? What do I do? What do I-

“Peter,” He hears Matt say in a firm voice admits all of the loud sounds around them, feeling the man’s hand on his right elbow, gently squeezing. “You need to take a deep breath.”

He can’t.

It’s all too much.

Way too much.

He can’t even get any air in his lungs.

“I-I-“ Peter stutters out, gasping. “C-can’t breathe—“

Before he’s even aware of it, he feels Matt pull him off the sidewalk, everything starting to blur around him. He’s able to notice the change in brightness around them, picking up on a moist, gross smell which could only mean they stepped into an alleyway.

“Whoa—what the hell’s going on?” He hears Foggy ask in a worried voice.

“Peter, you need to try to take a deep breath in for me, okay?” Matt tells him.

Peter tries to tell him that he can’t but all that comes out of his mouth are choked gasps.

Why is this happening?

He can’t breathe.

He can’t breathe.

He can’t freaking breathe.

“Oh my God, Matt!” He hears Foggy exclaim as a wave of dizziness and an odd, cold sensation washes over him.

Peter is distantly aware of himself falling backwards into the alley wall, feeling the bricks scraping his back as he slides to the ground. A pair of hands grab him, saving him from slamming his head on the dirty, concrete ground.

“Peter, I need you to breathe. You’re alright. I promise.”

“Oh my God. That’s it—I’m calling an ambulance.” Foggy says in a panicked voice.

“No,” Matt forcefully says. “No hospitals.”

“But Matt—he’s turning as white as a sheet and he can’t even breathe!”

Peter squeezes his closed eyes more, tightly clenching his fists as he desperately tries to focus on the hands on his shoulders. He feels one of his hands being grabbed by a warm one and brought up to a chest, feeling his knuckles brush up against the smooth fabric of a shirt.

“Peter, focus on my voice, alright? Try to focus on my breathing. Do you understand?” Matt’s voice comes through the sound of Peter’s heart beating away. “Feel my heart beating and me breathing, okay? Try to breathe with me, Pete.”

Peter feels the chest expand and he tries to do the same, letting out a choked gasp.

“It’s okay. You’re alright—just keep trying. Breathe in… breathe out…” Matt tells him in a calm tone.

It take a long time until Peter finally feels air enter his lungs. He takes in a wheezy breath and holds it for a few seconds before he lets it out, repeating the process again. With each inhale and exhale as he tries to follow in sync with Matt, breathing starts to get a little easier.

“That’s it. You’ve got it.” Matt encourages.

When the panic is over, it leaves Peter feeling absolutely drained as he opens his eyes, a little surprised to find that he had been crying when he sees tears sticking to his own eyelashes. Matt is kneeling right in front of him on the ground with a concerned look on his face, partially hidden beneath his glasses, while Foggy is kneeling next to Peter with an equally concerned expression on his face.

“Feeling better?” Matt asks.

Peter looks back at Matt, blinking as he shakily nods. “Y-Yeah,” he says as he lets his head drop back against the wall, letting out a shaky sigh. “S-Sorry… I don’t know where that came from.”

“Don’t apologize, it’s not your fault.” Matt reassures.

“Yeah,” Foggy agrees. “I’m sorry if it was something I said-“

Peter shakes his head. “N-No it wasn’t. This… this happens sometimes.”

“You get panic attacks like this often?” Foggy asks, his brows pulling closer together in sympathy and deeper concern.

Despite Foggy knowing Matt is Daredevil, he doesn’t know that he’s Spider-Man. It’s not that Peter doesn’t trust him… it’s just that he’s learned that the less people who know his secret are safer that way. Matt knows what he means by that, with Daredevil having almost as big of a target on his back than Spider-Man does but he’s reassured Peter that he could tell Foggy and even Karen if he wanted too and that they’re the most loyal people he could meet. Which Peter knows that’s true from knowing them for such a short amount of time of less than a year.

It’s just a risk he isn’t willing to take… not right now, anyway.

“Not too often,” Peter finally says after a few moments of catching his breath. “I just… my life’s a little stressful, I guess.” He says, not knowing what other excuse to say.

A look of realization washes over Foggy’s face. “Was it about the college thing? Pete, I’m so sorry if I-“

“No, no. You’re good. I don’t really know what triggered it. Sometimes it just.. happens, I guess.”

“Do you feel better now?” Matt asks after being silent for a little bit.

Peter looks at him, nodding. “I think so.” He says as he looks down at his hands, noticing how badly they’re shaking in his lap.

“Why don’t we go into a quiet café and get you some water and something to eat?” Matt suggests as he stands up, extending a hand for Peter.

“That’s a good idea. I know a great place too.” Foggy says as he gets up as well.

Peter feels pretty lightheaded when he stands up with Matt’s help but he shakes his head and tries to fight through it, not wanting to end up fainting on top of that panic attack. He almost did and he’s had enough embarrassment for today, thank you very much.

“Lead the way, Foggy.” Matt say, his hand gripping Peter’s arm, either to reassure him or keep him grounded.

Knowing Matt, it’s probably both.

…

Foggy ended up bringing them to a little bookstore café a few blocks away. It’s dimly lit inside with warm, golden lights and it’s very cozy. They take a seat at the back of the place, surrounded by bookshelves stuffed with endless books as Foggy goes up to order and grab Peter a water.

Peter melts into a comfy beanbag he found as he looks around the place. He thinks about MJ and how much she would probably love coming to a place like this. He’ll have to remember to bring her on a date when she’s home on break from college next month for Thanksgiving.

“How are you feeling?” Matt’s voice interrupts his thoughts.

Peter looks over at him, seated in a chair. His head is tilted to the side, his round, maroon glasses shimmering in the light.

“A lot better now, thanks to you guys.”

“That’s good,” Matt says, nodding. “But what really triggered it?”

Peter bites on his lower lip, looking down as he bunches his Midtown hoodie in his fists. He’s honestly not sure what truly triggered the panic attack this time around. He hasn’t been sleeping lately, so really it could have been anything with how sensitive he gets from lack of sleep.

“I have a feeling it had something to do with Foggy mentioning college to you, right?” Matt guesses, causing Peter to snap his head up at him. Matt must hear the bones in his neck snap from the movement as he tilts his head to the side slightly. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to tell him, I just want to know.”

Peter bites his lip harder, just enough to draw blood. “I-I don’t know… maybe?” He says with a shrug before he lets out a long sigh. “It’s just… life has been crazy lately and everything’s going so fast. With everything that’s happened and the Blip… I feel like I’m left behind. MJ and Ned are off at MIT a-and… I’m not. I got accepted but… I couldn’t go. And… I know that Tony really wants me to go there, more than anything. I… I just don’t know how to tell him I don’t. ”

Matt leans forward with his arms resting on his legs, nodding for him to continue.

“I couldn’t go… because I didn’t think I was ready. A-And I still don’t think I am. I can’t leave the city or my family behind. I know that everyone my age goes through that and it’s normal but… it’s just different, especially after everything that’s happened.”

“With the whole Dr. Strange situation, right?” Matt asks to clarify.

He had told Matt about what went down that night at the Statue of Liberty, another time when Peter had a panic attack while he had been out on patrol and luckily Matt was there with him. It was just two months after the whole thing happened, so it was fresh on Peter’s mind at the time.

Five months later, here he is, still struggling to cope with it.

“Yeah,” Peter says with a nod. “There’s been so much going on and… I don’t want to go away to college and leave everything and everyone behind. I just… I have too much of a responsibility to the city and my family.” He says, lowering his voice in case anyone were around to listen but the cafe is so dead in here, its highly unlikely.

Matt nods, silently for a moment with a thoughtful look on his face. “I know what you mean. But… I think that you could do both, one day when you’re ready, if you wanted to. You could attend a college around here. I hear online learning is becoming popular these days, so you could be at home and study and be able to do… some extracurricular activities on the side.” He says, lowering his voice at the end.

Peter straightens up at the mention of doing college online. He hadn’t actually thought about that.

“That’s a good idea.” Peter says.

Matt smiles. “Good,” he says as he sits back. “There are options out there. You should look into something like that then if that sounds like it could work out. Think it over and don’t rush into it. Give yourself time. As for Tony, knowing how much he loves and cares about you… I think if you told him the truth he would understand. You just have to be honest with him, Peter.”

Peter nods with a small, grateful smile. “Thanks, Matt. Really… I don’t know what I would have done if I was on the street alone and panicked like that.” He admits.

“Anytime, Peter.” Matt says, the corners of his mouth pulling up into a smile.

Foggy comes around the corner at that moment, carrying two cardboard disposable trays with drinks on one and wrapped up sandwiches on the other.

“I’ve returned with the goods,” Foggy announces dramatically as he walks over and sits down in the chair next to Matt, holding out a coffee cup to him. “For you, Matthew.”

Matt breathes out a laugh at that. “Thank you, Franklin.”

Foggy’s nose wrinkles at the name but he doesn’t say anything about it as he hands Peter a drink as well. “I don’t really know what you usually order and you really shouldn’t have coffee after all of that, so I looked it up and it said chamomile tea is good for people after a panic attack and…” he says as he grabs a paper bag. “I got you a chocolate chip muffin to help raise your sugar levels and stuff.”

Peter smiles as he takes it with a thankful smile. “Thanks, Foggy.”

The three of them settle into a comfortable silence as they enjoy their lunch. Foggy and Matt start telling Peter about some funny legal cases they had when they first opened their practice and how people gave them actual chickens as payment, which makes Peter laugh at that. For once in a long time… Peter finds himself to be relaxed, sipping at his tea on the comfy beanbag chair.

He’s very lucky to have met Matt and Foggy. They’re both very good lawyers and even better friends.

And one of them just happens to be a badass, crime-fighting vigilante, so that makes it even cooler.

[amorchai]

it’s 8am here and i’m at starbucks until i wanna leave today, so cosy day writing if anyone has any blurb requests feel free to send some in!

[a-go-ni-a]

Tenho um caderninho novo, vou usá-lo pra tentar fazer uma lista de outubro com tema de homem aranha.

Primeiro vou redesenhar uma cena do filme.

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I got a new sketchbook, I'll try to do a spiderman themed october list.

First drawing is a redraw.

Quem é o melhor miranha e por que é o Miles?

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Who is the best spiderman and why is the answer Miles?

[justanotherjrd]

Con cada recuerdo

😞💔

[dabi777]

[edsonjnovaes]

Homem Aranha (o filme original completo de 1977)

Homem Aranha (o filme original completo de 1977). Israel Play 10. 11 de set. de 2022 O primeiro homem aranha do mundo (oficial) feito pelo ator Nicholas Hammond, interpretando o jornalista Peter Park, picado por uma aranha radioativa que ganhou poderes e virou o homem aranha na cidade de New York. Na década de 70, muito antes do herói ganhar o tratamento cinematográfico que todos conhecemos,…

[fangswbenefits]

Stress Relief

𓂅 𓄹 Summary: Peter B. Parker should know better than to swing by unannounced.

𓂅 𓄹 Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x spider-woman!reader

18+. Breastfeeding as stress relief. Needy Miguel. Inspired by this ask. Thank you to @ancientbeing10 for the help with the Spanish!

You shot a string of web as high as possible so you could reach the platform.

Landing gracefully on both feet, you came across a visibly distressed Miguel who was frowning as he dragged a few screens in front of him from side to side.

“No signs of this new anomaly?”

His silence answered your question, and you reached out to brush a strand of his hair behind his ear.

“You’re way too stressed out,” you mumbled lovingly.

He placed both arms on the board, heaving a deep sigh. “I’m fine.”

“You’re not. How can I help?”

Miguel side-eyed you and his gaze dropped to your chest.

Oh.

Oh.

“Here?”

He turned to fully face you, and you watched as his face softened into a silent plea.

“Miguel…”

He grabbed your hand and placed a single kiss on the tip of his finger never tearing his eyes from yours. A shiver ran down your spine at the absolute sweetness of it. He then brought your hand to rest on his neck.

“Por favor…,” he whispered. “I know you love to feel me drinking it.”

Touché.

Your fingers squeezed lightly around his throat, feeling his pulse quicken. He knew exactly how to persuade you and it made your heart clench in anticipation.

His other hand started to tug at your tight suit that parted at your waist, lifting it high enough to reveal a breast full of milk.

“Just be quick…” you nodded.

Miguel didn’t need to be told twice and you promptly felt to large hands prop you up to seat on the board, immediately capturing the hardened nipple in between his teeth before latching completely.

Your mouth dropped open at once from the sudden stimulus, and you felt him effectively drawing milk into his mouth.

“Fuck…” you blurted out, eyes fluttering shut.

In no time, you began to feel his Adam’s apple wobble with each gulp. He had settled between your legs and in perfect reach for you to stroke him through his suit. He welcomed it by increasing the suction with a low grunt that rumbled through his throat and under your palm.

“Does this really help?” you asked teasingly.

He merely hummed, pressing his hardening cock further into the palm of your hand.

Well, there was the answer.

A single droplet of milk pooled at the corner of his mouth, and you watched in marvel as it slowly dripped down, leaving a wet trail on his skin.

His hips bucked instinctively into your touch and you rubbed your thumb in circles on his neck, urging him to keep swallowing.

Needy and impatient Miguel was your weakness. He could make you cum just from this alone if he focused enough on it and added some attention to your clit.

He moaned softly, but never breaking the latch.

“You’re doing so well,” you praised and his cock twitched instantly.

You faintly heard something in the distance, but figured the sound was coming from the moving screens.

Until…

“Yo, Miguel!”

Peter B. Parker was suddenly standing close to you, bearing a silly smile of affection.

Chaos ensued instantly.

You pushed Miguel away abruptly and dropped on your feet, adjusting your suit, knowing fully well a wet spot would now show through the fabric.

Miguel had turned feral, baring his milk-coated fangs at Peter, who proceeded acted as if he wasn’t about to be buried six feet under.

“Get out!”

“Woah!” he raised both hands defensively with a carefree chuckle. “Was just checking on my favourite couple. And I—”

“Peter…” you cut him off, widening your eyes at him as a warning.

He instead arched an eyebrow, eyes fixed on Miguel’s face. “What’s that on your face? Coconut milk?”

Oh no…

Miguel had a few droplets running down his chin from the corner of his mouth, which he tried to wipe as fast as possible, but the damage was done.

“Whipped cream?” he tried again, blissfully unaware.

You immediately got in between the two of them as Miguel looked positively ready to pounce, the outline of his strained erection visible.

“Peter!”

“VETE DE AQUÍ, IDIOTA!”

Oh, it was never a good sign when Miguel started using Spanish.

“Miguel, don’t!” you tried to calm him down as Peter glared at him like he had grown a third arm.

“What?”

“MALDITO SEAS! Vete a la verga!” he continued his rant, flashing his fangs once again.

Peter’s eyes suddenly widened as understanding splattered across his face. “Oh.”

“Peter, please leave…” you begged.

“Oh… huh… sure… I-I… yeah…” he stuttered as his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “It was nice seeing you both… huh… keep that hydration up, Miguel,” he laughed nervously, giving you both a thumbs up.

Before Miguel could lurch forward to get a hold of Peter, he had quickly slipped off of the platform and towards the exist, leaving a whispering breeze behind.

“Let me kill him,” Miguel growled, adjusting his pretty much flaccid cock. “Please.”

Masterlist

[benito-el-gato-con-gorrito]

Sobreviví la escasez de testosterona que hubo en mi estado, porfin pude inyectarme hoy, el dolor y miedo a las agujas no son nada comparado con la comodidad que siento en este momento :3

[lovely-josuke]

❝BAILAMOS JUNTOS — SPIDERVERSE HCS

summary ; the spider—men with a hispanic reader who loves to dance a lot and how they are at bailes.

pairings ; miguel o’hara, miles morales (wrote this with earth-1610 miles in mind), hobie brown, pavitr prabhakar, peter b. parker x hispanic fem!reader

note ; because i can’t find any hispanic reader fics for miguel and miles so i’m about to take matters into my own hands and no one can stop me ✌️🤩 added hobie, pavitr, and peter b because why not <3 vale if you see this hush and just read

• — miguel o’hara !

you found out he can dance and never stopped bugging him about it ever since. he’s somewhat rusty but give him a couple seconds and he’s ready to go. he’s really good, same par as you just not so enthusiastic about it. still, miguel loves that dancing is your favorite thing to do.

told you that he’s a romeo santos fan and you busted out laughing. to this day, seeing a romeo santos song in his playlist makes you laugh and he’s like “leave me alone”. you asked him if romeo was better during his aventura era.

yes, this also means he’s the number one bachata lover but keeps it a secret from everyone, especially you.

the first time you two ever danced it was to imitadora in his so called office. miguel had to make sure no one came in. he’s the type to have one hand on your lower back to pull you in and he has your other one in his, up beside of his head. whole time he’s dancing with you he’s telling you how much he loves you and has you like “o—oh okay 😳”

no space in between you guys whatsoever. he wants to have you as close as possible and sometimes rests his chin on the top of your head as you two dance to whatever song is playing.

he’s definitely an arm around your waist type of guy. you took note that it was his first instinct when dancing. whether it be when you are in la rueda together or it’s a dance that needs a pair, his arm instantly goes around your waist. also probably the kind of guy who dances with an arm around your waist while both of yours are around his neck.

you’re also an arm around the waist when it comes to this man. i mean, why else is he gonna have that slutty waist if you can’t have your arm around it? anytime you guys are dancing and his arm is around your shoulders, you take this into your advantage and hold onto his waist. he’s like “stoppp 🙄”

miguel is at the age where he just criticizes every song you guys are dancing to. do not look at him when a song he hates is on. he’s staring at you through the corner of his eye just saying ‘don’t you dare’ cause wym you wanna dance to prince royce with him?

makes compromises especially if you have told him you like that song or artist.

“que canción tan fea. no se quien le dijo a valentin elizalde que podia cantar.” (t: what an ugly song. i don’t know who told valentin elizalde he could sing)

“miguel, ya callate por favor.” (t: miguel, be quiet already please.)

most of the time, he doesn’t go in the center of the circle with you. not in a bad way, miguel just loves seeing you dance and capture everyone’s attention. he never gets tired of seeing that smile on your face when you’re dancing with your tias and putting on a show for everyone.

if you want him to dance with you for the entire night, he will. that’s no issue for him. besides, certain bailes he’s the one that’s glued at your side and takes you to dance.

bonus; miguel likes taking a break from all his screens once in a while and starts dancing with you. whenever this happens though, miguel prefers to play slower songs or anything where you two don’t have to move around as much. as long as he’s holding you, that’s all he wants. and he admits to romeo being better in aventura. last verse in ella y yo is all you need as proof.

his dance skills when you first started dating: nine out of ten

his dance skills presently: ten out of ten

his favorite genre and artist: bachata ; romeo santos

• — miles morales !

when you two first started dating, he knew how much of a dancer you were. you’d always post some videos of you and your cousins at quinces or bailes. so when you both were hanging out by yourselves in his room, you started playing some music to dance with him. then he just looks you in your face to tell you, “nah yeah i can’t dance sorry.”

you called him a “yo no sabo” kid and he was highly offended. regardless, he was very willing to learn because he doesn’t want you to feel like he doesn’t care.

you have so much stamina when dancing he cannot keep up with you. from the minute everyone is allowed to start dancing, you are the first one there and he’s along with you. miles decided to count how many times you sat down throughout a baile and it was three times. those three times were simply because the hosts asked the guests to sit down.

he doesn’t know how you can transition from one genre to another so quickly. half a second ago you both were zapateando together and now they have corridos playing. you were so fast to put you hand on his shoulder and reach for the other, meanwhile the poor boy is trying to process the new beat which is much slower and he trips on his own feet. he’s also very shy compared to the rest when it comes to dancing.

feel like he enjoys listening to female artists a lot more to the male artists.

miles is surprisingly good at tejano, huapango, and wepa. so much so you had to ask him to teach you and he was like ‘neehee what was that, you yo no sabo kid?’

he’s definitely more of an arm around your shoulder type of guy. it just makes it easier for him to pull you towards him and so you two take your steps together at the same time. likes it when you bring your arm around him too or if you hold his hand.

one time, you invited his parents to come along with him at one of your cousin’s quince. you found out miles’ dad is the exact same as he is. even when his parents were dancing, his dad was doing the same things as him. miles is just a carbon copy.

at that same party, miles left to the bathroom for a couple minutes and when he came back, his dad was sitting by himself at their table. meanwhile, you and his mom was nowhere in sight. he asked where you two where at and his dad just said, “on the dance floor,” and pointed to you and rio getting cheered on by your entire family while being in the middle of the circle.

it made him feel happy and once again, offended, because you were dancing with his mom and because you weren’t dancing with him. you and rio got along super well but the way she was having the time of her life with you made miles know he made the right choice.

offended for a third time because you took her to a birthday party you got invited to instead of him. it’s around ten pm when he gets a video of you and his mom getting cheered on while dancing to some cumbias and pulling dance moves he’d never seen before. his first thought once he’s done watching the video is, “yup. she’s the one.”

bonus; miles is really great at la quebradora. you can really thank his spider—man strength for most of it. it didn’t take you guys long to perfect it and once you guys show it off at a baile, his whole nervous demeanor is gone for the remainder of the night. he’ll constantly ask someone to record you guys when doing la quebradora and posts it whenever he can.

his dance skills when you first started dating: six out of ten

his dance skills presently: nine out of ten

his favorite genre and artist: tejano ; selena

• — hobie brown !

hobie’s really at bailes to eat. like. nothing else to it 😭 you’ll invite him and he’s already thinking of all the to go plates he’s going to bring back home. yes yes, he dances with you. why wouldn’t he? but that food?

hobie gets you in trouble every time with your tias. they baby him saying “mi pobre hoberto, verda que no te da de comer?” (t: my poor hobart, she doesn’t give you anything to eat right?”) and he’s like “no tia 😖” and they give him two plates he’s smirking at you talking about some, “grassy ass.”

off the bat, he’s already preferring corridos, norteñas, bachatas or anything you have to dance to as a pair because of the height difference. he loves being able to hold you close and just look down at you.

though even with songs you don’t need to be paired up with, he’ll do it regardless. hobie just loves the idea of being close to you even in your most favorite thing to do.

he’s one to stick to the basic dance moves and sometimes he doesn’t put much effort when dancing which makes you mad. he knows it does he’s just doing it on purpose because he’s evil.

hobie understands spanish to a good level thanks to you. he likes singing the lyrics with you as you guys dance together. you’re so passionate about it and sometimes he just stops to admire you, a smile on his face.

prefers a lot of the older artists compared to the newer ones. has a bit of a hate relationship with corridos tumbados. doesn’t really want to dance to those and won’t ask you. if you ask him, then he’ll go but you take note he sits there, judging the song as he eats his fifth plate of rice and barbacoa.

he’s an arm around the shoulders type of guy too. it’s just connecting back to the height difference. this makes it easier for the both of you as well so at least one of you can lead. easier for him to lean down and give you a kiss on the side of your head.

likes it when you tug on his arm, dragging him to go dance with him because a song you both like is on. he thinks it’s really cute how excited you get.

bonus; hobie knows which artists you like and the songs as well. he even made a playlist of it to listen to whenever you’re not around. pretends to be shocked when a song or artist you like comes on even though he requested it so he could ask you to dance.

his dance skills when you first started dating: seven out of ten.

his dance skills presently: eight out of ten.

his favorite genre and artist: corridos ; chalino sanchez

• — pavitr prabhakar !

off the start pavitr was so good at dancing that you barely had to teach him much. instantly, his favorite genres are cumbia and merengue. you’re both in your own world when they come on. he prefers them the most since he likes that you have to move around more to them.

the main thing you had to teach him was how to zapatear. pavitr had the most trouble with that since there were so many different versions of it. he quickly caught on though by looking at you and your family members dance it from the sidelines. he struggled a bit even after grasping the concept but now it’s in his favorites too.

more of a hand holder when it comes to dancing. he just finds it easier to pull you around and give you a spin. but also it gives him a bit of stability and that you both are moving at the same time together.

surprises you with some dances you didn’t even know he was practicing on. they played la iguana one time and pulled you to the center with him. next thing you know, pavitr’s doing la iguana and you’re just staring at him in shock as everyone’s recording him.

loves, loves, loves it when you tell him that everyone at el recalentado was talking about him turning up and being the life of the party. they had asked you if he was columbian and they began guessing what race off his dance skills. until you told him pavitr’s indian and they were so surprised. he got dubbed as a hispanic by everyone there. he feels so special when you tell him. it has him giggling and kicking his feet, “aw your family likes me :)”

pavitr loves doing el grito with los tios. he just likes feeling included in everything. he heard them do it once and just went along with it. you side eyed him wondering how more of a natural he is than you are. is he secretly hispanic? you’ll never know.

texts you one day saying, “your aunt is celebrating your cousin’s birthday. do you wanna go to the party with me?” and you’re like “babe wym?” yes, you saw that right. he gets invited now before you. pavitr is now immediate family. he’s legit the first one to receive an invitation now.

he’ll surprise you by taking you to some bailes he knew about. please do matching outfits with this boy when you guys go 🙏 he’ll dress in your culture’s traditional clothes. in fact, he even starts wearing them as an every day outfit. you find it cute and can’t help but give him a kiss.

that being said, you guys don’t come back home until after three from a baile. you always apologize to your parents but they know that you and pavitr are having the time of your lives. you both love dancing just as equally and you’re glad you found someone who loves it the same way you do. and you both complain about how your legs hurt the next day together.

i mean it when i say no one can take you guys off the dance floor for anything 🙅🏻‍♂️

menace to society when duranguense plays. society being you because he saw a video of this couple spinning really fast while dancing duranguense and they called it “el tornado”. he started doing it every time the genre comes on. turns out he just thought the video was hilarious and loses his mind over it.

bonus; he was one time blasting la mama de la mama at the max volume with hobie driving an old honda civic, driving at full speed down the streets chasing an anomaly in their spider suits. no reason for them to even be in a car, they just wanted to jam to the song.

his dance skills when you first started dating: nine out of ten.

his dance skills presently: gets snatched up by your tias to dance with instead of you.

his favorite genre and artist: merengue ; k—paz

• — peter b. parker !

first time he ever went to your family party early stage of you guys dating and everyone was like, “how did you two get together?” he’s like “haha yeah i don’t know myself.” when he literally bagged you like this except he said his name instead.

he’s actually standing with los tios as they all watch their wives get down on the dance floor and they’re stuck recording the entire thing for el facebook live. except unlike los tios he’s over there like 😃🤳🏻. he is your top supporter and then tells one of them, “yeah that’s my wife :)” as if they didn’t already know.

his icloud hasn’t been backed up in six years and finally asks you why it keeps saying it. turns out he has over thirty thousand videos in his phone of you at parties dancing. refuses to delete any of them.

he wasn’t the best at dancing when you guys first started dating. okay he was terrible. there was no saving him. which was such an issue for peter because you were always dragging him to bailes and he would have zero rhythm. of course, you started teaching him whenever you guys had time. he practices on his own sometimes just to save you the trouble.

peter tries his hardest to learn because it always makes you an extra amount of happy when you two are dancing together. just do not take him when merengue comes on. he refuses to go.

for one, he’s too stiff dancing it but his legs? how do you dance this every time it’s on let alone continue after the songs change? he’s in pain and had to sit out for the rest of the party the first time he danced merengue. to this day, peter still feels the burn in his legs.

also an arm around the waist type of guy. he loves it a little too much. he likes having both of his arms around your waist while you guys dance to norteñas. he never takes his eyes off you and he likes to give you kisses during the songs.

dumbass accidentally dedicated a narco corrido to you meanwhile you just had to smile and nod at him.

you don’t leave him with los tíos for a long time anymore because he ends up becoming a whole new person. he got drunk with them and all of a sudden, peter just magically knew how to dance. he was having a whole dance battle with one of your tios and won. he’s like, “ya viste? 😃 dicen que gane!” (t: did you see? they said i won!”) where the hell did you learn spanish from? has no recollection of him speaking it the next day.

in fact, he’s actually a whole new persona when tierra caliente music comes on. you still don’t know why and won’t ever find out. the roles end up getting reversed and now you’re dragged to dance with him instead.

needs about two to three weeks to recuperate. what do you mean you guys are going back again? begs you to let him stay home and sleep so he doesn’t need to go to el recalentado.

bonus; definitely said big booty latinas was his weakness to you thinking you were his favorite tio when he was drunk at one point. cried the entire way home because you “kidnapped him from his big booty latina and she was gonna beat both of you up.”

his dance skills when you guys first dated: zero out of ten.

his dance skills presently: eight out of ten.

his favorite genre and artist: norteñas ; seto vargas

[gh0stsp1d3r]

Could you do a Miguel O’Hara x wife!spider reader, when he lost his daughter he lost her too until they meet during the start of spider society, and he’s smitten with her and they have a baby who’s friends with mayday and she calms down Miguel when he starts to get anger at miles and guides miles. Also to see he’s smitten with her and their baby who is Gabriella.

I don’t know if this is what you meant but hopefully it is (:

My Spanish is prolly shitty because I don’t remember junk from Spanish class but I tried 😭 correct me if anything’s wrong cause I only speak fluent English and Hindi

His two sweet girls

He tried to find an answer for years on how you survived but Gabriella didn’t, coming up with nothing. He was happy you were alive, of course he was. But he wished Gabriella was with you both.

“Miggie, I think we should have another child.”

“What..? What if I can’t protect them? What if they die just like Gabriella?” He said, voice shaking slightly.

You flinched at his voice, trying to calm him down.

“It’ll be good for us. I love and miss her too. Every single day. And don’t you remember how she said she always wanted a baby sister or brother? You can protect them, because it’s not your fault she died.”

He stayed silent for a while. After a lot more talking and thinking, he agreed.

And that was last year, your baby now a year old, and your marriage stronger than ever.

Your daughter was also friends with Peter B Parker’s baby, Mayday. She played with her a lot, and had spider like powers. She liked to climb walls and ceilings with mayday, making it a chore to watch them both.

One day, Miguel started yelling and getting pissed off while you were trying to put the baby to sleep.

“Miggie.” You said, everyone turning to you. Miles looked in confusion.

“Ay, Vuelve al apartamento, mi amor.”

(Go back in the apartment, my love.)

“Es ese el niño de 1610?”

(Is that the kid from 1610?)

“Sí, por favor solo entra. Estaré callado.” He grew aggravated.

(Yes, please just go inside. I’ll be quiet.)

You sighed, walking towards him. He cocked an eyebrow.

“What are you doing?”

“Quit being so hard on him. He’s a kid.” You handed him your guy’s daughter and he sighed as your baby climbed up on his shoulder, then climbed down and went over to Hobie. Hobie picked her up and started playing with her, which made you laugh quietly.

“Look, Miles, you don’t get it. You can destroy your world if you do this.” He continued.

“You just expect me to let my dad die?”

“I lost my dad. And my daughter. We’ve all lost something, but it makes us who we are. Time heals all wounds.” You said.

He stayed silent for a moment.

“You might feel guilt, but you have to understand that that’s just the sacrifice of being who we are. We all lose somebody, and that’s okay. And you may never get over it, but if you save him, your whole world collapses. Your dad dies, your mom, your friends, the people you care about. They all die because you decided to save him.” You continued, and Miguel silently listened to the whole thing.

“Just.. stay here for two days, kid. Then we’ll let you go.” Miguel said.

He stared at the baby hobie was currently throwing in the air and talking to with admiration and love. He loved his two girls, his two sweet girls, and he wasn’t going to lose them again.

[latinotiktok]

Propaganda:

Peter Parker

-Spiderman. ya sabés

-Spiderman (Peter Parker). Por vibes y porque en cada maldita esquina de Latinoamérica hay un tipo vestido de spiderman. Qué sería de nosotres sin él

-El hombre araña, literal no hay trencito de la alegría o pelotero donde no aparezca, no importa la edad si le preguntas a alguien por un superhéroe te lo van mencionar. Es básicamente como Goku pero de cómics, hay publicidades y graffitis de él por todos lados, vas a una parrilla y lo tenés ahí pintado al spiderman en un pared preparando unos choris. Tenemos canónicamente? nuestro propio hombre araña (Julián 💙) y tengo fotos de un hombre araña con la camiseta de la selección festejando sobre un camión. (Disclaimer soy argentina 😅)

-Peter parker de Ultimate Spiderman 2012 por que NO DEJO DE VER UNA PROPAGANDA DE BELDENT CON SU ACTOR DE VOZ. TODO EL CAST DE DOBLAJE DE USM ES ARGENTINO Y ME ATORMENTA.

-homem-aranha, tem forte presença no carnaval de rua brasilero e claramente sabe dançar funk

Tortugas Ninja

-Miguel Ángel la tortuga ninja versión 2003 / es argentino pq yo lo digo (m identifico mucho con él es irreal) (also hizo una canción en español)

-April O'Neil de Rise of the TMNT es brasilera. ME CANSE DE QUE LOS GRINGOS TENGAN TODAS LAS TORTUGAS DENME A ALGUIEN. PONDRIA A CASEY PERO CREO QUE APRIL ES MAS "REALISTA"

-Leonardo Hamato (si, la tortuga ninja) ESPECÍFICAMENTE de la serie de 2012 mi evidencia es que se llama leo como messi y es la tortuga azul boludo obviamente es argentino es LA TORTUGA AZUL aparte ese insano tiene banda de cuchillos escondidos eso es re argentino a mi parecer, aparte es gay (delusion mia) y tiene psicosis (sorprendentemente canon, alucina a su viejo muerto a veces) aparte tiene 15 y mide 1.54 lol esta chiquito

-Michelangelo the ninja turtle. (any iteration tbh) SPECIFICALLY THE 2012 ONE THO. HE IS PERUVIAN. HE JUST IS

-Miguel Ángel, de las tortugas ninjas 2012. Ese pana es peruano.

-Las tortugas Ninja pero la nueva pelicula Mutant Mayhem pq hacen referencias a shakira y pura pendejada y media, tambien usan frases mexicanas te amo tanto toblaje de las tortugas ninja, tambien le dicen rafita a rafa MWAH

-Las tortugas ninja, son Japoneses y tambien son Latinos. Acaso necesito decir más???

-Las tortugas ninja. Porque si probaran la pizza de acá en comparación con la de NYC emigrarían de inmediato

-Casey Jones. Ya fue. Cual? El que parezca mas latino(EhemehemARGENTOehem), busquen en sus corazones... el de 2012 ya es mexicano asi que no cuenta pero necesito mas personajes de tmnt latinos

-Yo digo las tortugas ninja, que aunque yo preferiría que sean los 4 porque son gemelos/hermanos. Ya que la gente dicen específicamente a Miguel Ángel yo digo Leonardo porque si, y también porque en la nueva película "Caos Mutante" el actor de voz de el en el doblaje original, tiene raíces Mexicanas.

-eu también pongamos a raphael la tortuga ninja (serie 2003 y 2012) / es argento (<- proyectando). m da risa mi headcanon d q si se enoja t lanza 90 insultos como el meme ese "escuchame una cosa hijo d remil-" (no sé cómo era pero le habían hecho mod d friday night funkin AJDHIAAJAJ)

[amorchai]

just wrote a peter parker preference of each one... i'm obsessed.

[imagine-silk]

if okay if you feel uncomfortable doing this or you just don’t want to, I couldn’t find any rules in your profile, but will you either do a platonic yandere miguel o’hara or platonic yandere parker family finding out that the reader self harms? I hope you have a good day/night!

》¿Por qué no los dos? This brand of ask isn't my favorite but I do my best to do it justice. It's a serious topic.

The Parker's (using the babysitter background x)

Absolutely not. They found out after you were half living at their house and they are speechless. Nothing could have prepared them for this.

Your family either doesn't know or overlook it. Either way they hate your family, your parents especially. None of your siblings snitched on you? Not even once? That disdain is set in stone and there is nothing you could do about it.

You always wear some sort of long sleeve and they're cool with that but they wrapped your arm underneath with bandages. Lord knows they have a ton of them. Don't even think about taking them off because they check everyday.

As impossible as it sounds, they spend more time with you.

MJ gets off of work the second her shift is over. "Sorry. My son/daughter is waiting for me to get home." She doesn't get into it ever. If someone asks, you're having homework trouble.

Peter makes sure Mayday is with you all the times. You can't have anything sharp around a baby. Especially a baby that climbs everywhere. Plus that means they can get more pictures. Win-win.

They make sure you know you can talk to them if you have anything to say. They will always listen. Peter is always willing to stop everything for it. He knows how hard things can hit you.

Miguel

He reacts with aggression at first. He freaks out, asking about who did it to you and what their names are. When you say it was you he doesn't believe it. You might be covering for someone or you didn't know who did it. He's even willing to believe you did it on accident. It takes a few minutes to convince him you did it.

After that he pulls you into a hug and says he's proud of you for telling him instead of waiting until he found out. He shushes you while you cry on his shoulder.

He says he trusts you to keep away from doing it or making any plans to hurt yourself but that's not true. Dude has inter-dimensional cameras he watches at work and checks when you're sleeping. He makes an effort to grab your arm every so often. Nothing to tip you off.

He doesn't press you to talk about it. He asks if you want to talk about it once and then let's you come to him on your terms. Any time you do he holds your hand.

As a single dad he can't always be there or have someone to keep you company so he tries to keep you busy. He'll get you into any hobby you want. If it's basketball he'll never miss a game. If it's ballet he will buy as many shoes as you go through. If you like cooking he'll leave every meal in your hands and stock the fridge. Anything.

Now that all that fluff is out of the way let's get down to business. Everyone around you is a suspect. All your classmates or co-workers. Every Spider who comes into contact with you. Any villain that seems to know about you in the slightest, even if they don't know he's your father, is maimed. You need to feel safe and loved and he doesn't need any unwanted stress in your life. Every single one of them is one the chopping block and his axe is very heavy.

[marrziy]

Peter Parker (Tom Holland) x Male Reader

"Vem Relaxar de Ladinho"

• Filme: franquia Homem Aranha do MCU.

• Personagem: Peter Parker.

• Sinopse: M/n não sabe o que leva Peter a esconder o motivo de suas deixas imprevisíveis, ele simplesmente some e nunca dá justificativa. Em uma dessas escapulidas repentinas, ao retornar, Peter brota com hematomas e um humor nada amistoso. Mesmo que M/n não saiba o porquê e com Peter se recusando a abrir o bico, ele se dispõe a ser a válvula de escape do namorado, o abordando com uma proposta tentadora e um tanto arriscada.

• Sobrenome do M/n: Collins.

• Narrador: 3° pessoa - presente.

*história antiga e não revisada*

M/n está escorado no batente da porta do banheiro, observando Peter agachado, procurando algo no armário da pia. O Parker bagunça tudo ali dentro, impaciente, só parando com a desorganização quando encontra o que tanto buscava. Peter se ergue com um pacote de algodão nas mãos. Ele ignora M/n, evitando uma possível discussão, focando totalmente em seus ferimentos.

Collins se recusa a aproximar-se, não por receio ou coisa do gênero, mas sim por ele saber que Peter, com sua paciência inexistente, iria o tratar com ignorância, e M/n sendo M/n, acabaria por mandar o Parker ir tomar naquele orifício, iniciando um bate-boca desnecessário no apartamento.

Mas ao ver o namorado abrir a caixinha de papelão, ou melhor narrando, ver o namorado destroçar a embalagem, fazendo vários gominhos brancos se espalharem pela cerâmica, M/n se vê envolto na necessidade de pelo menos questionar o porquê de tanto estresse.

— Peterzinho, fala comigo... – M/n se aproxima, segurando o queixo de Peter e virando o rosto dele para si. Há hematomas em sua face, alguns arranhões e marcas, nada muito grave, mas com certeza não ignorável. — O que aconteceu? Alguém fez isso com você? – só de imaginar que alguém possa ter ferido seu namorado, o sangue de M/n ferve.

— Não. Ninguém fez nada. – o Parker se irrita com a presença do Collins, não por algo vindo dele, mas sim porque Peter detesta ter M/n presenciando esse seu lado de emoções tão desreguladas. — Não é nada demais, só... – Peter segura o pulso de M/n, afastando sua mão de seu rosto. — Só me deixa sozinho. – o Parker diz, forçando um sorriso e amenizando o tom, tentando transparecer uma certeza que convença.

— Vamos supor que isso seja verdade... – o Collins se vira para a pia, pegando um dos vários gominhos de algodão ali jogados após Peter descontar suas frustrações em uma simples ação. M/n não está disposto a deixar de roer o osso, independente da dureza. — Se não foi nada, então fez sentido você chegar aqui soltando fogo pelas ventas, ter batido a porta da sala com tanta força que quase a fez passar reto pela tranca, ter vindo ao banheiro pisando tão fundo no chão que deve ter feito o teto dos vizinhos de baixo tremer e agora estar aqui, mentindo pra mim? – M/n borrifa álcool no algodão, entregando para Peter, o encarando nos olhos, esperando por nada, mas querendo uma justificativa.

Peter pega o algodão enquanto retribui o contato visual. Ele fecha os olhos e suspira pesadamente, tentando se acalmar e analisar as variáveis, mas fica no mesmo terreno. — Eu pedi pra você sair. – Peter exibe uma feição neutra, mas sua fala seca e voz rígida revelam que ele não está disposto a investir em um esclarecimento.

M/n aperta os dedos das mãos, transparecendo o descontentamento no ato. — Tá. – M/n engole o "vai pro caralho então, porra!" que quase atravessa seus lábios. O Collins se vira e se afasta, achando melhor deixar Peter sozinho, na esperança de que ele esfrie a cabeça por conta própria.

Parker, encarando o próprio reflexo no espelho, se martiriza por querer contar, mas ter o empecilho de sua identidade secreta o impedindo.

Ele não poderia simplesmente desabafar sobre ter topado com uma gangue de ladrões mutantes tentando roubar um banco e ter comprado a missão de os impedir, mas acabar levando um sacode e ter os deixado fugir graças aos próprios poderes, que resolveram falhar naquele momento, sem antes revelar ao namorado que ele é o Homem-Aranha!

— Seu... Arrombado! Idiota fudido! – Peter xinga a si mesmo enquanto cuida de seus ferimentos. — Que dia de merda! – ele sussurra, colocando um band-aid sobre o corte em sua bochecha.

. . .

May Parker conhece bem o sobrinho, ela sabe que o melhor a se fazer é esperar o garoto se acalmar antes de dialogar. A mulher havia observado a situação sem se intrometer, planejando conversar com Peter no dia seguinte.

— Meninos, eu vou me deitar. – ela avisa, bagunçando o cabelo do sobrinho e lhe dando um beijo na testa antes de direcionar-se ao quarto. — Qualquer coisa é só gritar, mas por favor, evitem. Eu quero dormir. – May para no corredor e gesticula um "boa sorte" mudo para M/n, que consegue ler os lábios da mulher e captar a mensagem. Peter encara tudo aquilo sem entender, mas dá de ombros e volta a arrumar o sofá.

O plano do casal era passar a madrugada de sábado agarradinhos maratonando sitcoms na tv. Brooklyn Nine-Nine já iluminava o ambiente escuro, com o último episódio da sétima temporada pausado na Netflix.

M/n propôs que deixassem para outro dia, quando o clima não estivesse tão esmagador, mas seu namorado, se sentindo culpado pela forma como o tratou, tentou se redimir e o convenceu a ficar.

Acontece que Peter, mesmo com a boa intenção, não consegue fazer a frustração do dia passar e permanece incomodado, mas agora ele está decidido a não descontar sua raiva em mais ninguém.

Do lado de fora, a chuva fraca contribui para o aconchego. M/n usa um blusão branco e um short de pano fino. Ele quase se arrepende da escolha do pijama quando uma corrente fria passa por suas coxas, mas uma ideia atrevida ilumina sua mente. M/n pensou em uma maneira interessante de usar a pele exposta.

— Deita primeiro, fofo. – o sorriso escancarado de M/n passa despercebido por Peter. — Eu vou ser a conchinha de dentro.

Peter dá play no episódio antes de deitar no sofá. Ao se acomodar no estofado, ele abre as pernas e bate a palma da mão no espaço livre, chamando M/n para se juntar a si.

O Collins imagina seu plano se concretizando e sente os pelos do corpo eriçados. Ele vai trocar o mau humor do namorado por exaustão e pernas bambas.

Peter usa uma camiseta azul com o escudo do Capitão América estampado no centro e uma calça xadrez vermelha de tecido flanela. O traje despojado logo se revelaria um detalhe sem propósito.

M/n se joga no sofá e cobre os dois corpos com uma coberta fina. Peter fica curioso quanto a empolgação do sujeito.

Com o episódio rodando, Parker abraça a cintura de M/n, puxando ele para mais perto, conectando as costas do namorado ao seu peitoral e fechando a conchinha ao prender o quadril de M/n entre suas pernas. Peter aconchega o queixo no vão do pescoço de seu amado, assistindo ao episódio sem disposição para rir da comédia do seriado, que costuma lhe roubar gargalhadas em seus dias comuns.

Já M/n sequer dá atenção ao que passa na tv. Se Peter pudesse ver o rosto do namorado, iria encontrar uma feição travessa, similar a expressão de um vilão de desenho animado bolando um plano contra o mocinho.

O Collins leva uma mão para trás, com um pouco de dificuldade para tatear graças ao pouco espaço. Sem rodeios, ele passa pela barra da camiseta de Peter, adentrando o tecido, tocando a pele quente do namorado com seus dedos mornos, acariciando cada gominho do abdômen até chegar no peitoral firme.

— A-amor, o que você tá fazendo? – Peter questiona, mesmo tendo a resposta em evidência. — A gente não pode fazer isso aqui! – ele sussurra com sua voz mansa no ouvido de M/n. Peter sente receio, mas a adrenalina é o gás que leva seus gestos a contrariarem seus pensamentos valorosos, é o que o leva a ignorar que ele está no sofá da tia. Parker agarra os quadris do namorado com firmeza, os deixando estáticos enquanto ele esfrega sua ereção crescente na bunda de M/n. — Porra... – Peter suspira em desistência, chupando o pescoço convidativo de M/n enquanto se pressiona contra ele.

— Relaxa, você não vai me comer. – Peter morde o pescoço de Collins com força, em um ato de revolta pela resposta contraditória que recebeu. M/n não deixa barato e torce o mamilo esquerdo de Peter, acariciando o biquinho amarronzado na sequência. — Você acha que merece me foder depois de ter me tratado daquele jeito? – eles conversam sem olhar um para o outro. Atrás há um Parker de expressão sofrida, se contorcendo graças a carga repentina de exitação, e na frente, um Collins de sorriso convencido, se divertindo com a situação. — Sem contar que você é uma vadia barulhenta. Se você meter o pau em mim, com certeza vai acordar a sua tia com seus gemidos escandalosos.

— Por favor! Eu prometo ficar quietinho! – com a boca aberta, quase pondo a língua para fora, Peter suspira pesadamente. Ele abaixa a mão até a barra do short de M/n, atravessando o tecido e apertando a carne da bunda do Collins. — Só a cabecinha! Deixa?

— Você acha mesmo que eu caio nessa? – M/n ri da fala do namorado, parando de acariciar os peitos de Peter para agarrar seu pulso e tirar sua mão de dentro de seu short. — Me obedeça e talvez você goze essa noite. – a voz autoritária de M/n faz Parker estremecer. Peter sente que qualquer coisa vinda de M/n é lucro, um simples toque do rapaz o convenceria a fazer qualquer coisa nesse momento.

— É o que eu mais quero! – a voz manhosa de Parker deixa a cueca de M/n apertada.

O Collins se pega pensando em como Peter se rendeu rápido aos seus estímulos, ele gosta desse efeito que tem sobre o parceiro. M/n dedilha lentamente até o cós da calça de Peter, ansioso para ter o pau do namorado em mãos, já que recebia uma prova da exitação dele em sua bunda, com Peter esfregando o membro na traseira de seus quadris.

Peter inspira profundamente no pescoço de M/n, decorando o tom floral de seu perfume. Sentindo uma onda de calor o rodear, o acastanhado levanta a camiseta e a deixa estendida, segurando o tecido acima do peitoral, e com a mão livre ele também levanta a blusa de M/n, esfregando seu abdômen despido nas costas nuas do namorado, ambos sentindo o corpo um do outro.

M/n puxa a calça de Peter para baixo, trazendo a cueca junto, apenas o suficiente para que o pau do namorado se liberte das peças. O Collins fantasia com a expressão de Peter, mas se contenta com isso, tendo em vista que a movimentação é limitada no sofá e que para tudo funcionar, eles precisam estar de ladinho.

Mas M/n não resiste e vira o pescoço o quanto pode, encontrando Peter de olhos fechados, seu peito subindo e descendo enquanto ele impulsiona o quadril para frente, esfregando o pênis teso na bunda coberta de M/n.

— Porra... Eu te amo! – Peter expressa, sua voz fraca e rouca chicoteando o ouvido de M/n entre arfares longos.

— Você consegue falar um palavrão e a coisa mais adorável do mundo em uma frase e ser sexy e fofo enquanto tá de pau duro. – M/n faz mágica para alcançar os lábios de Peter enquanto está de costas para ele, dando um selinho rápido no namorado. — Eu te amo mais! – M/n se sente privilegiado por ter Peter nessa posição, somente para si.

O Parker sorri com a fala do parceiro, mas logo sua expressão se contorce, com ele franzindo as sobrancelhas e abrindo a boca em um gemido pausado quando M/n agarra seu pau, fechando a palma na cabecinha e descendo até a base, espalhando seu pré-sêmen por sua extensão. — Caralho! Isso!

M/n se assusta no momento em que a voz de Peter se eleva. Ele não mentiu quando disse que Peter é escandaloso. — Peter, se controla!

— Foi mal! Eu nã-não consigo segurar! – o Parker leva uma mão até os lábios, abafando os próprios gemidos.

M/n estica o braço livre até a mesinha de centro, pegando o controle e aumentando o volume da tv. "É melhor reclamarem do som da televisão do que de gemidos." é seu raciocínio.

— Eu amo sua voz manhosa fazendo esses barulhinhos gostosos, amor. – M/n aperta o pau do namorado, o sentindo pulsar violentamente em sua mão. Peter joga a cabeça para trás, mordendo o lábio inferior com força. — Mas você não pode gemer sem precedentes. As paredes são finas e mesmo que May tenha o sono pesado, eu imagino que você não queira arriscar, não é?

Peter leva as duas mãos aos lábios após os avisos do namorado, indo a loucura com a palma macia de M/n deslizando pelo seu membro, subindo da base até a ponta em um ritmo delicioso. Seu pau está úmido com a quantidade abundante de pré-porra que escorre da cabeça avermelhada e que é espalhada pela mão veloz de M/n por todo o seu comprimento. — Puta merda! – Peter deixa escapar quando M/n se inclina para trás, encaixando a ponta do seu pênis entre a parte interna das coxas.

— Você não vai foder a minha bunda, mas pode se divertir com as minhas coxas. – M/n enuncia, sua voz rouca alugando um triplex na cabeça de Peter. O Collins levanta a barra do short até expor cem por cento das pernas.

— Pode deixar. – Peter esfrega a ponta do nariz no pescoço do namorado e morde o lóbulo de sua orelha, o fazendo suspirar e se contorcer em anseio. — Eu vou me divertir demais.

M/n solta um gemido consideravelmente alto pelo contato das mãos ágeis e selvagens de Peter em seu quadril. O Parker agarra o corpo do namorado com tanta força que M/n consegue sentir as unhas dele através de suas vestes.

O acastanhado puxa M/n de uma vez, o fazendo colidir contra sua pélvis. O pau de Peter desliza com facilidade por entre as coxas unidas do Collins, no primeiro contato já umedecendo as pernas do namorado com sua porra.

Peter começou a gemer afoito ao dar início as investidas, iniciando lento e potente, fazendo o corpo de M/n alavancar para frente a cada novo impulso, tornando cada um deles memorável ao corpo necessitado.

M/n força as pernas uma na outra ao ponto de eliminar qualquer vão entre as coxas, obrigando o pau do Parker a criar o próprio buraco que fodia, deixando a fricção mais intensa e prazerosa. — M/n... porra... – Peter se embola ao falar, não conseguindo formular uma frase completa sem que os gemidos cortem a fluidez das palavras. — Eu... Eu amo o se-seu corpo! Eu amo vo-você todinho!

O estado ofegante de Peter e sua voz manhosa poderiam fazer M/n atingir o clímax sem qualquer estímulo físico. — Eu também amo cada fibra sua...!

Com o calor cada vez mais intenso, M/n se livra do cobertor que aninhava seus corpos, e é instantâneo o arrepio que samba por cada célula do rapaz quando ele tem a visão da cabecinha molhada do pau do namorado surgindo após seu comprimento se alojar entre suas coxas.

As pernas do Collins não acomodam o pênis de Peter por completo, e pensando nisso, M/n faz uma conchinha com uma das mãos e a leva até onde a cabeça atrevida do cacete de Parker fazia presença. Peter libera gemidos cada vez mais altos e suas estocadas são desesperadas. M/n sabe que ele está próximo de gozar, e essa foi sua maneira rápida de impedir que a porra do namorado jorre onde não deva jorrar.

M/n sabe que Peter morreria de vergonha caso seu gozo manche o sofá.

O herói fode aquelas coxas com tanta voracidade que quase expulsa o parceiro do sofá com suas estocadas brutas. M/n sente os dentes de Peter afundarem em seu pescoço, e com a voz abafada, Parker avisa antes de um gemido longo e rouco escalar sua garganta. — Eu vou gozar! Eu... – As pernas de Peter fraquejam e seus movimentos se tornam desregulados e inconscientes quando jatos de porra vazam da fenda de seu pau, encharcando a palma de M/n com o líquido quente e esbranquiçado.

Peter dá mais cinco impulsos fortes, liberando todo o gozo que suas bolas pesadas acumulavam. Ele puxa o pênis e M/n faz questão de contrair as coxas quando Peter afasta o quadril, extraindo um último gemido intenso do namorado.

— Isso foi...

— Bom pra caralho? – M/n pergunta, ficando de frente para Peter e enchendo o rosto dele de beijinhos afobados, ao mesmo tempo em que levou a palma gozada discretamente para baixo, a limpando na calça de Peter sem que ele perceba. "A porra é dele mesmo." M/n pensa.

— Foi muito mais do que isso! Eu tô tão relaxado agora... Amor, foi perfeito! – A voz do Parker está mansa. Ele bota o pênis de volta para dentro da calça e se aconchega no sofá, abraçando o corpo de M/n e os cobrindo novamente com a coberta. — E a propósito, obrigado. – Peter beija os lábios do namorado antes de fechar os olhos, se rendendo ao sono após recuperar o fôlego. — Eu sei que você fez por mim, mas eu quero te recompensar... – O acastanhado sabe que o parceiro não gozou e ele planeja nivelar essa dívida no dia seguinte. — Você não quis liberar o rabo, mas amanhã o meu é todinho seu...

M/n revira os olhos, sorrindo abobado com a fala do parceiro. Ele com certeza vai sonhar com isso irá cobrar a promessa de Peter.

. . .

A chuva isolada da noite passada é substituída pelos raios quentes do sol imponente. Os feixes da luz natural invadem a sala e incomodam os olhos sensíveis de Peter. O herói acordou cedo, mas não moveu um músculo desde seu despertar. Ele encara as costas de seu amado, pensativo sobre algo.

— Amor, acorda! – O Parker chega a uma conclusão. Ele balança o corpo de M/n, torcendo para que a coragem repentina não suma com a mesma velocidade que veio.

M/n resmunga, abrindo os olhos e se deparando com a visão embaçada de um Peter sério. — Que foi? – a voz grogue do Collins questiona.

— Eu Homem-Aranha! – Peter já tinha a frase pronta, mas fala tão rápido que acaba engolindo algumas palavras.

— O quê? – M/n não entendeu nada. Ele estreita os olhos, como se isso fosse o ajudar a ouvir melhor.

— Eu sou o Homem-Aranha! – Peter repete, agora com clareza.

— É o quê? – Uma terceira voz surge. Dessa vez foi May a questionar. A mulher estava bebendo água na cozinha e acabou ouvindo a última frase do sobrinho. Agora o líquido se encontra no chão, junto aos vários cacos de vidro do copo que ela tinha em mãos.

~ . • 🍎 •. ~

[nevenkebla]

Irrompible

Amazing Spider-Man (Vol. 5) #74

Guionistas: Nick Spencer y Christos N. Gage Dibujantes: Marcelo Ferreira, Mark Bagley, Ze Carlos, Dio Neves, Carlos Gomez, Ivan Fiorelli y Humberto Ramos

— Mary Jane Watson: Peter… Peter… por favor… — Doctor Strange: Algo que no entiendo de todo esto, Diablo. ¿Por qué él? Esa extraña fascinación con Peter Parker. — Mephisto: ¿Sabes por qué la banca siempre gana, Stephen? Porque la partida está amañada. Cuando decido intervenir en la vida de un alma mortal, lo hago sabiéndolo todo de ella. Su pasado, sus esperanzas y temores… su destino. Yo sé mi propio destino, ¿sabes? El mundo que me espera. Veo el trono, mi dominio, mi reino. Y luego veo al que lo acaba. Es una visión que he tenido muchas veces. Desde antes que Peter Parker llegara a nacer. Así que intervengo. Aversión al riesgo, supongo. ¿Estás contento, hechicero? Tu héroe ha triunfado, nuestros asuntos han concluido, de momento. — Doctor Strange: Ah. No debería sorprenderme. Pero… mientes. No solo has atacado a Peter Parker. Siempre has ido a por algo más grande que una sola persona. — Mephisto: Je. Bueno, ¿qué quieres que te diga, Stephen…? Nunca se sabe… lo que nos deparará el futuro. Pero, ¿por qué preocuparse? Una vez más, has ganado. Tu campeón ha salvado el día y el alma de su querido amigo Harry Osborn ha quedado libre. No se ha perdido nada por el camino. Al menos nada digno de mención. A menos que creas que aun así he conseguido lo que quería desde el principio. — Doctor Strange: Ah, tal vez. O tal vez tu arrogancia sea tu ruina, demonio. Te consideras un Dios. Dictas tus caprichos a las almas que crees inferiores. Les presentas todo tipo de pruebas y desventuras. Les rompes el corazón y las empujas a las tinieblas. Pero si resisten y emergen… en la luz de un nuevo día. Son… mejores después de eso. Sus vínculos, más fuertes. Su alegría, mayor. Y su amor… irrompible.

[bbangsuns]

ah!love | miguel o'hara

requested?: no, but this man has been on my mind ever since atsv came out and it was only a matter of time before i wrote for him

pairing: miguel o'hara x plus sized!latina!reader

word count: 1.509

warnings: none, just Miguel being the biggest sweetheart for his partner (and only for them). there will be a part 2 with a different song posted after this!

authors note: just something short and sweet for my favorite man <3. based on this song by seventeen, i definitely recommend listening while reading! lyrics will be italicized and in bold. kinda short. for the first set of lyrics, they're from two different verses but I think they fit best with how he'd react to someone unintentionally wiggling their way into his heart

a/n pt. 2: i only used about 2 or 3 lines from the song that I thought matched best with his personality/what a relationship could possibly be like with him. he may be ooc because i haven't seen the movie, i only know a few things based on what i've seen on here, tiktok, and twitter.

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checked if i was lying when i thought it was love at first sight

you planted a seed in my dry heart / i'm growing it so don't ignore me

Miguel wasn't someone who believed in love at first sight and if anyone were to ask him about it, he'd audibly laugh in their face before glaring at them and telling them to get their head out of their ass.

that was until you came along and flipped that sentiment on its head. it was a strange feeling for Miguel, especially when he had vowed to never love anyone after the death of his daughter. so when he noticed how his heart would race any time you talked or even smiled in his general direction, he couldn't help but just straight up confront you about it in traditional Miguel fashion.

"what the hell did you do to me?" he asked one day, suddenly appearing in front of you in the cafeteria while you were talking to peter b. parker.

you yelped in surprise which caused you to choke on your food, your spider sense not having alerted you. after about a minute of peter smacking your back and you drinking water, you finally turned to answer him.

"what are you talking about?" you croaked, throat still hoarse from having choked on your fries.

he groaned and grabbed your arm, tugging you along until you reached an empty room in which he pushed you in as gently as possible.

"¿qué me hiciste? por qué siento algo raro cuando estás cerca de mi?*" he asked once more and this time he sounded exasperated, almost desperate to know what was going on with him as if he couldn't figure it out without your help.

"Miguel te lo juro, no sé de qué demonios estás hablando!*" you exclaimed, throwing your hands up in frustration at his repeated questions.

he exhales sharply through his nose, closing his eyes and rubbing his temples before opening them and gazing over at you. he takes a deep breath and attempts to collect his thoughts, opening and closing his mouth multiple times as he tries to figure out the words.

"whenever you're around me...i get this weird feeling in my chest, like my heart is racing at 100 miles per hour and i get dizzy. it's been going on since I met you, i think." he explained slowly, pausing in between as he seemed to choke on his own words.

you stand there stunned for what seems like ages and regret starts to flood Miguel as he realizes this may have been a mistake.

"*sabes qué, esto fue un error. olvídalo, si? no te queria hacer sentir incomoda..*" he muttered, turning to walk out of the small office. you quickly reached for his wrist, moving to stand in front of him. you looked up at him with a wide grin that practically had your face splitting.

"*Miguel, me estás diciendo que te gusto? o tal vez me amas?*" you teased him, but on the inside your heart was beating so fast you could feel it in your ears.

he cleared his throat and looked away from your eyes before slowly nodding, deliberately ignoring how your hand felt against him.

"i think so yeah...and i'd like to explore it further with you if you'd be willing to." he replied quietly, connecting his eyes with yours once more and you could see the insecurities just barely peeking through the surface. your smile softened and you nodded, moving your hand down to interlace your fingers with his.

"i'd like that, too." you said simply, and the way he looked at you when you said it, you knew it was going to make every moment worth it.

i found an oasis beyond the green forest / please let the thirsty me drink your feelings

you and miguel had been together for nearly a year now and had become each other's safe havens, something you were both grateful for especially with all the stress and anxiety that came from your line of work.

today was especially difficult for Miguel; for one, the last mission went badly and a number of spiders ended up injured, including you. apart from that, Pavitr, Gwen, Miles, Hobie, and Lyla had been pushing his buttons more than usual, constantly questioning his authority and making jokes at his expense. normally it wouldn't bother him but with you being injured and the anomaly escaping, he was close to blowing up on everyone.

he decided to walk away from everything for the rest of the day before he said something he'd (maybe) regret and made his way to your shared apartment, his body tense the entire time. as soon as he walked through the door and saw you laying on the couch half asleep, he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding and relaxed.

"*¿cómo te sientes, mi amor?*" he asked as he leaned down to kiss the top of your head, eyes scanning your figure for any injuries he may have missed.

"*me siento bien adolorida, pero aparte de eso estoy bien. no te preocupes, corazón.*" you reassured him, kneeling up on the couch and placing a kiss to his lips, a small smile on your lips. as much as he wanted to argue with you and say you were definitely not fine, he couldn't find it in him to do that at the moment.

"what about you, mi amor? you look tense." you observed with a frown, grabbing his hand and tugging him towards you. he allowed his body to drop onto the couch with a sigh, leaning his head back against the headrest.

"*es nada, mi vida. solo estoy cansado.*" he responded weakly, pulling you onto his lap and wrapping his arms around your waist, giving you a small smile.

you narrowed your eyes at him and poked his chest, not satisfied with the vague answer, especially not when you could almost hear the way his pulse jumped when you asked.

"no me mientas, Miguel. we don't keep things from each other, remember?" you scolded him, but there was no real anger in your words. instead it was laced with concern and mild annoyance, which made Miguel grin slightly.

"today was more stressful than usual.. i couldn't stop worrying about you when Jess told me you were hurt. then we got back to HQ and the kids were making fun of me and teasing me more than usual, which I'd normally ignore but I was already pissed off from the botched mission and from the damn anomaly hurting you so I left. I didn't do the debrief after the mission or anything, I really just couldn't stand being in that building anymore." he rambled, frustration and exhaustion creeping into his voice.

you rubbed the crease that had formed between his eyebrows and listened intently to his venting, feeling guilty that you were part of why he had been so stressed out.

"*perdon por preocuparte, cariño,* and i'm sorry the kids were messing with you. but to get your mind off of their little antics, we can eat some dinner, take a bath, and then just lay in bed, yeah?" you suggested, your hand coming up to rest on the side of his face, your thumb gingerly rubbing his cheek.

"yeah, i'd like that a lot." he hummed as he leaned into your touch, closing his eyes.

you grinned and pecked his lips before standing up and grabbing his wrist, doing your best to pull him up on your own. he chuckled at your efforts and stood up, grabbing you and throwing you over his shoulder, making you yelp in surprise.

the first time he had ever done that to you, you were afraid he'd end up hurting himself, especially since you had always been on the heavier side. he had actually laughed at you out of shock and continued doing it, showing off how easily he could pick you up no matter your weight.

he walked you to the bedroom and gently dropped you onto the bed, removing his suit and changing into a simple pair of sweats before laying down next to you, tugging you as close as humanly possible before sighing in content.

"we can eat and shower later, amor. i just want to sleep for now." he whispered, his breath fanning over your neck making you twitch. you turned in his arms and laid your head on his chest, your leg thrown over his waist as you nodded, eyes already feeling heavy.

"yeah okay, get some rest. i love you." you mumbled against him, body relaxing completely as you allowed sleep to overtake you almost immediately.

Miguel felt his pulse quicken at your words, because no matter how many times you had uttered them, it left him dizzy every single time. he just kissed the top of your head, whispering an 'i love you' back even though you couldn't hear him. he fell asleep soon after you did, a small smile on his face as he thought about how lucky he had been to find someone like you, his oasis.

translations:

¿qué me hiciste? por qué siento algo raro cuando estás cerca de mi? = what did you do to me? why do i feel so weird when you're near me?

Miguel, te lo juro, no sé de qué demonios estás hablando!! = i swear i don't know what the hell you're talking about

*sabes qué, esto fue un error. olvídalo, si? no te queria hacer sentir incomoda..* = you know what, this was a mistake. forget it, yeah? i didn't mean to make you uncomfortable

*Miguel, me estás diciendo que te gusto? o tal vez me amas?

¿cómo te sientes, mi amor?*= are you saying you like me? or maybe even love me?

"me siento bien adolorida, pero aparte de eso estoy bien. no te preocupes, corazón." = i feel pretty sore, but besides that i'm okay. don't worry, sweetheart.

"es nada, mi vida. solo estoy cansado." = it's nothing, my life. i'm just tired.

*perdon por preocuparte, cariño,*= i'm sorry for worrying you, darling.