#mcu!peter parker requests

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

stay still

kinktober, day five

warnings: peter parker x reader, smut, established relationship, bondage (but it's with his webs, grrrrr), oral, dirty talk, orgasm denial

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“Stay still.” 

Peter’s voice vibrated against your soppy folds, unfortunately only having the opposite effect on your bucking hips as the added tingle caused your buzzy form to lose control. 

“Stop,” he spoke a little firmer this time, clasping his strong forearm over your frantic pelvis in an attempt to keep you still against his tongue. 

“Fuck, Pete,” you panted, eyes rolling in your skull from how close you were to the edge, “please don’t stop, that feels so good-”

But your sentence abruptly morphed into a shrill yelp as ivory webs suddenly clung to your middle and twisted you around 180 degrees as it flung you up off the bed. Hovering just over a foot off the mattress, hair falling down around your face, your wide eyes trained on your boyfriend as he got up and shot a few more latticed restraints in your direction, effectively hog-tying the rest of your limbs to the single cord that clung to the ceiling. 

“Peter-,” he sent one last web out to engulf your lips.

Grazing his fingers through your tousled hair, his dark eyes then twinkled, “I told you to stay still, baby.” 

© 2023 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[sillymandan]

wade's winning :)

[sacharinee]

pranking peter asking him to try not to annoy you today has me crying

pairing: bf!peter parker x reader

w/c: 600

a/n: hiii anon thank u very much for requesting! based on that trend on tiktok :)

you’re feeling mean today.

after waking up so early, you’ve scrolled through countless videos of girls pranking their boyfriends with just a simple line, and seeing their priceless reactions.

and what better use of your time than to prank your ever so lovely boyfriend.

you’re up in the bathroom, washing your face and getting your makeup done for the day when peter walks in to greet you.

“g’morning baby,” he mumbles and wraps an arm around the side of your hip, sloppily kissing the side of your forehead.

you take a look at him through the mirror. he’s got bedhead, his curly hair all messy, shirt wrinkled, and he’s rubbing his squinty eyes from the bright lights. his cute little pout makes your heart skip a beat and you almost feel bad for what you’re about to do. 

“hi petey,” you greet, you’ve got your brush in one hand, blending out the makeup on your skin.

and he’s reaching for his toothbrush, squirting some toothpaste on when he asks you, “d’you sleep good?”

“it was okay,” you respond with a shrug.

“just okay? what happened, y/n/n?" he asks, his voiced laced with concern.

you tap your fingernails on the countertop as you take a deep breath, “look, pete, i have a big day ahead, so can you just try not to annoy me today please?”

peter freezes as his jaw goes slack with the toothbrush in his mouth. his eyes stare up at you in shock and confusion while you’re none the wiser, looking straight ahead, curling your lashes up closely against the mirror, “what’d you say?”

you let out a sigh as you switch out the curler for mascara, “i said, try not to get on my nerves today.”

"today? but the day just started," he's dumbfounded when he looks at you.

you shrug in response, "still. you've been really annoying lately."

you resist from looking at peter. one quick glance and you know you would break.

“oh…” the boy mumbles, looking down at the sink confused, trying so hard to figure out where he went wrong, “m’ sorry.” you feel like a monster.

but when peter steps back to sneak a peek at you, he notices your uncomfortable stance. you’re squeamish, biting your lip, as you avoid eye contact with him. 

his eyes narrow down at your figure, “and how exactly have i annoyed you lately?”

you take a second to think of a example, “just, everything. like right now, when you ruined my makeup or when you’re asking me stupid questions.”

“stupid questions? ruined your makeup? wait, what, you mean when i kissed you good morning??” your boyfriend laughs in amusement. 

“m’ just saying.” 

“huh okay,” peter spits the toothpaste out in the sink, “you wanna talk about silly questions?" he wipes his mouth with a rag and turns towards you, gets up real close to the side of your face.

you pinch your brows towards him, “what are you-”

“who was the one that asked me if italy was in spain?”

“peter-”

“or if milan was in germany?”

“are you ser-”

“or if australia and austria were the same thing?”

“peter!”

“i’m just saying!” he’s mocking you, a smug smirk on his face, and he knows he’s got you.

“yea whatever, einstein,” you bump him out of the way wanting to use the mirror next. you’re crabby your little prank backfired while peter’s having the time of his life, laughing at your embarrassment. 

he stands behind you wrapping his big arms around your front and resting his chin down on your shoulder. he’s got this irritating sardonically sweet smile on his face that makes you wanna kiss or slap it off, you can’t decide. he’s gazing with loving eyes at you’re adorably grumpy pout in the mirror and kissing the side of face, smudging your makeup once more.

“it’s okay baby, you can get on my nerves all you want.”

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

request!!: peter parker who has a huge crush on reader and one day r just accidently friendzones themself without even realising that they did? (i hope that makes sense?) then after that u can take it anywhere u want to honestly!! ly <333

ily anon, you answered my pleas. also you know that tt prank where couples kiss and then say “thanks brother” or “love you sis”… couldn’t help but add it for some comedy.

mcu!peter parker x fem!reader

masterlist

you need to learn when to shut your mouth. tripping your foot into your mouth has gotten you into too many situations before, but this one is absolutely the worst one. you might as well be taken to the grave already.

your just a girl. sometimes you say your crush is “like a brother to you” when getting hounded by mr. delmar. it’s a panic move, mouth speaking before mind catches up. and it landed you in the dog house when you saw the way peter’s face dropped at the implication. but you thought he was smart enough to know that wasn’t true, you were touchy and teasing with him. you wouldn’t do that with a sibling, you’re not one of those people.

“mj, i’m a fucking idiot.” groaning into your pillow, trying to suffocate yourself.

she gave an exasperated sigh that you knew was followed by an eye roll. “yes you are, but you don’t need parker.” you heard the flip of a page.

you whined in your throat, “but i want parker!” acting like a tantrum kid. even adding a kick to your feet, your bed springs creaking.

mj groaned, “then clear the air! it’s not that hard!” over your peter parker drama.

you rolled from your stomach to your back, arms flipping to your sides as you stared up at your white ceiling. “but what if-“ your sentence was cut short by a knock at your window.

“say his name and he appears.”

peeking at the tips of your toes you saw peter squatting on your terrace, a hesitant smile with an awkward wave. welp, now’s a good time to clear the air.

crawling off your bed you pushed the window up and were greeted by a cool breeze. bits of peter’s baby curls swaying with the touch, a angelic glow surrounding him. you feel yourself melt just at the sight of him.

“h- hey peter, whatcha-“ ���can we talk? alone?”

your eyes zeroed in on mj who was blantanly staring at the two of you, book of no interest at the moment. “oh, i’m fine over here.”

“mj…” “fine. fine. i’ll see you both at school.” packing up and leaving your home with a wiggle of her brows.

“so what did-“ “do you really think of my as a brother?”

you couldn’t help a small chuckle, “kinda funny how you’ve interrupted me three times, but uh, no. i- i don’t see you as a brother, that thought feels gross. mr. delmar was making me anxious.” looking to your fingers as you drummed them along your windowsill.

“oh thank god.” peter declared while cupping his hands on your cheeks to bring your head up. both of you smiling brightly at each other

two months later

“so what do i do?” “just sit there and look pretty.”

a shy smile at peter’s lovely words. he finished setting up his camera and pressed record, you just stared at his side profile.

“you wanna get to her, well you gotta go through me.” and peter turned to kiss you on the lips. a shiny haze covered your eyes then- “love you sis.”

“peter!”



[espeiderman]

If you’re taking requests, I’d like to suggest Marvel’s Spider-Man—he is your namesake after all.

My time has come

Thank you for requesting this, I looked forward to drawing him a lot

[angelfic]

NIIII <3 congrats on 2k followers! soooo, for the game, i've been thinking: mcu!peter parker x mutual pining x “stop staring at me”

MY LOVELY GIGI!!! thank u so so much!! u are the only one to have requested mcu peter and that me very happy btw like that’s my babygirl sugarplum sweetie pie tbh. hope u enjoy 🤭💌

mcu!peter parker x reader + mutual pining + “stop staring at me”

➺ part of my 2k milestone writing game

“I don’t understand question 10,” you scowl at the paper in front of you, eyes blurring from exhaustion. You and Peter have been trying as hard as you can to not fall asleep on the unfathomably comfortable couch as you do your Math homework for the last couple hours. “What did you get?”

Peter doesn’t answer straight away and you drag your eyes away from all the numbers and symbols to meet his eyes just to find him already looking at you.

“Pete?” you ask, raising an eyebrow and laughing when he snaps out of it and clears his throat. “Stop staring at me and start looking at the question. I need you to work it out so you can help me work it out.”

“Oh, I’ve finished,” he says, fumbling around with his worksheets, a dusting of light pink across his cheeks as you gape at him. “Which question did you need, again?”

“You finished already?” The only reason you don’t scowl at his enviable ability to do Math as easily as breathing is because if anyone can help you understand, it’s Peter. And he never fails to do so. You sigh again and point your pen at the paper. “This one, please.”

Peter leans in and peers at the question, shuffling closer on the couch until his shoulder is pressed against yours. You start hoping that your heart isn’t beating as quickly as it feels like it is, because there’s no way Peter won’t hear it with his stupid spidey-sense.

It seems like you’re in the clear, however, when Peter hands his worksheet over to you and begins explaining the working out.

What you don’t see is how he’s holding back a smile at the sound of your heartbeat when you’re concentrating on the paper, your legs resting over his.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Mind Games - Sickick

There's another side that you don't know, you don't know I can't wait to get you all alone, all alone Once I'm in there ain't no letting go, letting go Watch me turn your mind into my home

Ooo, Ooo, Ooo (Mind mind games until you lose control) Ooo, Ooo, Ooo

Now that I'm in there's no letting go And your emptiness begins

+ Peter Parker

Waiting On You

Warnings: virginity, gaslighting, and some possible unmentioned triggers.

Character: Peter Parker

Summary: You and Peter have your first fight.

As always, I appreciate all kinds of feedback. A like and reblog means so much to me! <3

“Hm,” Peter lets out the nearly inaudible sigh as he takes his coat from the rack.

“What wrong?” You wonder as you step into your shoes.

“Nothing,” he mutters and slips his arms up his sleeves, rolling his shoulders as the leather settles across his shoulders.

“Oh,” you pull on your own coat and scoop up your purse. The buzz of the party continues behind you, the last of the stragglers. “Okay.”

He says nothing else and you follow him into the brisk evening. He stalks down the steps, his footfalls heavy enough to signal his chagrin. The cause you can’t guess at. The night was fun! All you friends got to meet him and he was charming as ever. So you just can’t think of why his mood’s shifted so suddenly.

“Wait up,” you scurry up behind him and try to grab his hand. He marches onward, fishing out his keys and hitting the button so his car chirps and the locks clack loudly, “Peter, I don’t… did I do something?”

“No,” he opens the car door, “just get in. I’m tired.”

You clamp your lips shut and skirt around the front of the car. The engine rolls over and frightens you before you can get to the passenger side. You let yourself in and lower yourself softly into the seat. Before you can buckle your belt however, the car is moving.

“I’m pretty tired too–”

“You really don’t know?” He hisses.

You wince. He is mad. You’ve never heard him like this.

“No, I… did I miss something?”

“Ha,” he scoffs dryly, “don’t play stupid.”

“I…”

“Your pal, Mason, he’s not a big fan of mine.”

“Oh? I didn’t notice–”

“I mean, I can guess why.”

“What? Peter, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t pout at me like,” he snarls as his grips tightens on the steering wheel, the leather squeaking, “like you weren't flirting all night. Shameless.”

“What? I wasn’t flirting. He’s my friend, I was being nice–”

“Oh, is that how you behave around your friends? You wear short skirts and wiggle your ass around like a slut?”

“Peter!” You exclaim, “I– don’t say that.”

“What am I supposed to think? I thought… I thought you were a nice girl. I really did. And I really like you.”

“I like you too, Peter, but… Mason is only my friend. Promise. B-but you can’t call me that.”

“I’m just telling you how I feel. You humiliate me. Flaunting all that I’ve waited for around some other guy.’t just brush over my feelings.” He shakes his head and hits the brakes a bit too late, screeching to a stop at the light. He pushes back his wavy brown locks and lets out an exaggerated breath, “You’ve been playing with me. You tell me to wait and I wait. Three months. Three months I wait and then you F”

“No,” you babble, “Peter–”

“I– don’t you see how you're messing with me? You’re fucking with my head,” he throws his hands against the wheel, “you tell me to wait, that you’re not ready, to take it slow. But you're touching him, you’re dancing up on him…”

“We were having fun–”

“Are you really a virgin or is that just an excuse?”

“Excuse? For what?”

“So you can use me,” he wipes his eye and sniffs, shaking his head. “It worked. I’m a total cuck. For you, because I thought you liked me.” He inhales and lets it out with a shudder. He grips the wheel again and slowly leans on the gas, “I’ll take you home, I guess.”

You sit in silence. Stewing. Your mind replays every minute of the party. You hadn’t seen Mason in so long you couldn’t help but give him a hug. You chatted, laughed, maybe you had a little fun when the Spice Girls came on, but you didn’t think it was like that. 

“I didn’t mean to hurt you. Really, Peter, I like you a lot. And I’m sorry it came off like that.”

“That’s not a real apology,” he snivels. “It’s not how it came off, it’s your behaviour.”

You stare at him. His face is hidden in shadow. You look at your lap and twiddle your fingers. Your stomach flips. You know what he meant when he said he’d take you home. You go home and it’s over. You’re not ready for that. He’s the first guy you really think you could… be with.

“I don’t want to go home, Peter,” you utter.

He hums dully.

“I don’t feel like making out,” he growls.

“I know,” you feel fluttery. You’re ready, aren’t you? It’s been three months. And you have to show him you’re serious. About him, only him.

“You know what?” He taps the brakes and his head tilts as he peeks in the mirror.

“I know… I want to do more than make out tonight, Peter,” you reach to touch his hand, “honest. Let me show you that you’re the only one I want. Please.”

He’s quiet. You hold your breath, waiting. It’s too late. You’ve blown it. He doesn’t want you.

“Alright,” he says at last and turns his hand over to squeeze yours. 

He drives on, the air thick with anticipation, his grip firm with intention. You squirm as the fluttering grows more intense the further you get. You think of changing your mind but it’s too late now. Not if you want to keep him.

[takenbypeter]

Hi, Gorgeous!!! ❤️❤️❤️ May I request a Peter Parker x Reader fic. where they are in a relationship, and the reader adores to call Peter pet names because it makes him flustered (their favorite is ��Pretty Boy.). One day, Peter has the confidence to call them a series of pet names back, shocking the Reader and it’s just…fluff??? Thank you!!!

Pretty boy

Peter Parker x reader

Words: 542

Authors note: thank you so much for requesting hope you love it 💕

“Come here pretty boy,” you said with a hard pat against the empty spot beside you that remained on the couch.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” he said as he was just about finished getting the popcorn ready. His back was to you but you could still spot his ears turning crimson from a mile away and you grinned to yourself knowing that the endearing pet name still had an effect on him no matter how often you called him that.

At first the pet name started as a tiny joke and it would make him much more flustered; not only his ears, but his face would practically turn pink, along with a cute dopey grin that would automatically plant itself on his lips, sometimes he’d stammer the beginning of his next sentence, and sometimes he’d give a shy laugh.

‘Pretty boy,’ was your go to and you used it so often that all you got out of that one now was red ears and the shy smile. Every now and then you would switch it up; “hot stuff”, “Prince Charming”, “lover boy”, each one earned you an overly bashful boyfriend and you absolutely adored it.

-

The stay at home date night was successful you’d say and you enjoyed yourself. Peter moved to grab the empty popcorn bowl along with the cups to put in the sink, “thank you, lover boy.” You expected a little reaction from him, but what you didn’t expect was, “your welcome, good looking.”

To say you were shocked was an understatement, you watched his back grow in distance as your jaw dropped. Don’t get me wrong he’s called you beautiful and told you how he felt about you but never just name dropping like that.

That was your thing.

“What did you say?” You asked, brain half aware yet half shocked.

He turned to you with that little smile that now seemed shy again, “I said you’re welcome.”

“…and?”

“And? That’s it.”

You let out a scoff jokingly, “yeah, okay, sure.”

You got up to help clean up the kitchen area and again it happened. “Can you wipe down that counter Sunshine?” He asked, his hands under the sink washing the few dishes.

You were baffled for a moment before agreeing and wiping the countertop clean.

“Thanks, beautiful.”

You looked at him in shock, that was three in a row. He caught on to your surprised look and continued, “what? Don’t like that one? What about gorgeous? Sunflower? Highness?…hot stuff?” You watched him cringe a little at that final one, “okay, maybe not that last one.”

You can’t help but laugh at his sudden change from confident to unsure.

“What is going on with you?” You questioned, still chuckling a little.

“I just wanted to give you back the love you have for me…is that…weird?”

You can’t help but let out an, “aww,” as you quickly go to him, wrapping your arms around him and resting your head to his chest. “No, that’s actually really really sweet of you.”

You shift your head upwards and he looks down before you two meet in the middle for a small peck on the lips, “thank you pretty boy,” you say with smiles spreading on both of your faces now.

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Hi may I ask for a romantic matchup request for both marvel and dc ? (Im 20 and a straight girl btw). Im pretty short (5f) with brown eyes and hair (easy to guess im hispanic also cause of my accent jsjs)

Im someone who enjoys being active, either jogging or biking and even kickboxing or weightlifting works for me !

But im also very sensitive and need space cause this world can get so overwhelming (i have adhd that explains both my need for moving yet also if smt feels off its hard not to be bothered by it )

Finally I rlly like to listen to oldies in my turntable, I adore my cat and if I could have a superpower it would be able to speak all of the languages cause I feel you cannot ever learn or discover enough (i can be a chatty Ravenclaw 😅)

Thanks 💙

Hey! I am sorry this was so late in posting!

But, I hope you like your matchups for MCU and DC! <3333333

Romantic Matchups; Marvel and DC

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Romance;

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Marvel;

Peter Parker - (Honestly; can be seen as any Peter wanted)

You first met Peter during college when you accidentally spilled coffee on him when rushing to class.

You were apologizing, feeling awful.

But Peter was already stressed about a project for Dr. Connors, so his immediate reaction was a flustered “Oh no, it’s okay! No need to apologize! I think I was due for a caffeine shower anyway!”

You still felt terrible, and Peter could see as you continued to apologize profusely that you were becoming overwhelmed.

Peter's kindhearted nature kicked in. He reassured you that there was no harm done, before saying one of his goofy jokes to hopefully help you.

Which it did. His goofy joke earned him a small, appreciative laugh.

After that, Peter offered to meet up with you for a coffee, since he did run into you, and you don't have coffee to drink anymore.

Since then, you and Peter would meet up on campus, in the halls, or at the library, and soon you both started sitting together to study; either in the library or your dorm rooms.

Peter admires your energy and drive for physical activities, even if he isn’t always as athletic (outside of Spider-Man-ing).

He loves hearing you ramble about your kickboxing progress and even shows up at the gym once or twice to cheer you on - pretending to be clueless about all the technical moves.

Peter is a secret sucker for oldies like Sam Cooke and The Beach Boys, so he’s thrilled when you introduce him to some gems on your turntable.

Peter also has ADHD so he understands to struggle.

He also understands when you need space for yourself. He also gets overwhelmed, whether that be from his secret spider job, college, or life in general.

If he wants to meet up or hang out, he always makes sure to check in with you to see if you're up for hanging out.

When he visits your dorm to hang out or study, Peter meets your cat.

He quickly becomes smitten with your cat, treating them like royalty whenever he visits. ("Do you think your cat likes me yet? Should I bribe them with tuna or catnip?")

Peter realizes he has feelings for you when you patch him up after a fight as Spider-Man.

Yes, you found out about his secret identity.

You just sort of found out.

Peter would leave early at night, he'd leave studies early sometimes, always making up excuses...

Anyway, Peter would come over at night, either to crash or with gashes and small wounds.

You were firm but caring, scolding him for being reckless while gently dabbing at his wounds.

Watching you handle his injuries with such tenderness makes him think, 'Wow, I want to be around her forever.'

He’s shy about confessing at first, worried about endangering you because of his double life.

But eventually, he can’t hold back anymore and blurts out randomly during a movie night, “I, uh… I really like you. Like… A lot.”

Dates with Peter are an adorable mix of chaotic and sweet.

He might take you to a 24-hour diner at 3 a.m. after patrol or sneak you up to a rooftop of your dorm to stargaze.

Peter loves teaching you little phrases in different languages he’s picked up from his adventures in New York. When you say them back to him, his heart does a somersault.

He loves how much you love to learn.

He keeps a framed photo of you and your cat on his desk, right next to his laptop. You tease him for it, but he just grins and says, “What can I say? I’m a lucky guy.”

Cue blushing.

When you are overwhelmed, with life or anything really, Peter will ask if you need to be alone or want him with you.

If you want to be alone, he leaves the room, letting you know that if you need him he'll be in the next room studying.

If you want him with you, he'll grab a nice throw blanket, quickly grab you your favorite snack, and sit beside you; the blanket over you and your snack in your hand.

He'll ask if you want to cuddle if you want him to touch you, and if you do, he'll hold you close, nuzzling his cheek into the hair on the top of your head.

If you don't, Peter will sit beside, you making sure there is enough space for you.

When you are feeling a bit better, Peter will try and make you laugh.

He loves your smile.

Peter joins you on jogs and bike rides, trying to keep up with you. He ends up panting by the end, but he refuses to quit because he loves spending that time with you.

Peter often swings by your window as Spider-Man to surprise you with snacks or flowers. You always have to remind him not to scare the cat.

You cat ends up really liking him, so that makes you really happy that your boyfriend and your best cat friends like each other.

Mini family...

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DC;

Jason Todd -

You met Jason at a late-night diner. You were sitting in the corner booth with a book, enjoying some dessert after you successfully got 100% on your big test.

Jason was there, to decompress after patrol.

But, when an older woman came over to Jason, speaking in a language that he couldn't understand. The woman was rambling, words coming out of her mouth as she stared up at him in what seemed to be distress.

Jason tried to cut in, confused and worried for this woman as she continued to speak, tears in her eyes.

Jason was trying to stay calm and not freak out. He wanted to help, but he couldn't understand this woman.

"Here. I am help." He heard, watching as you walked over to Jason and the woman.

Jason watched as you spoke in the woman's language. Perfectly.

He then watched, curious, as the woman explained everything to you, and with a nod from you, you led the woman to a waitress.

Jason strained his ears; the woman just wanted to order some dinner, but no one could understand her; except you.

Walking back over, you stopped beside him at the bar. "Thank you for trying to help her."

He asked about that further, and you revealed that you were able to understand all languages. You didn't know how you knew, but you just knew.

Since that day, you and Jason have been inseparable, sometimes.

Jason appreciates your ability to keep up with his sharp wit. You’re one of the few people who can match his banter, and it always leaves him grinning.

Your love for history catches Jason’s attention. He enjoys listening to you ramble about random historical facts, secretly amazed at how passionate you are.

Jason is low-key impressed by your kickboxing skills. He offers to spar with you sometimes, and while he always holds back, he can’t help but tease you when you land a solid hit.

He loves your cat, even if he pretends not to at first. The cat, naturally, loves to curl up on Jason’s lap when they first meet him.

You both bond over your mutual need for space and time to decompress. Jason understands how important alone time is and never pushes you beyond your limits.

Jason starts to fall for you during one of your late-night conversations.

You were sitting on the fire escape outside your apartment, sharing your dreams - traveling the world, learning all you can - the way your eyes lit up as you spoke made something in his guarded heart soften.

It its him when you laugh at one of his rare, dry jokes - not a polite laugh, but it was genuine.

Jason notices how you remember little things about him, like his favorite type of coffee or the way he likes romcoms. It makes him feel seen in a way he hasn’t felt since his days with Alfred.

He realizes he’s in too deep one evening when you casually fix the rip in his jacket. Watching you focus so intently, sitting so close to him, he can’t help but wonder what life with you would be like.

Jason gets jealous easily but tries to hide it behind sarcastic comments. When he sees someone flirt with you, his protective instincts kick in, and he subtly finds a way to make it clear that you’re with him - even if he hasn’t confessed yet.

He starts looking for excuses to spend time with you. A “random” call to see if you’re free or showing up to your favorite café - it’s his way of being close to you without fully admitting how much he cares.

The moment he realizes it’s more than just a crush is when you call him after a particularly overwhelming day. He listens as you vent, offering comforting words, and when you thank him for being there, he can’t help but think, 'Yeah, she's the one.'

He struggles with opening up, but your kind and patient nature slowly breaks down his walls. One night, he admits, “You’re the only person who makes me feel… Normal. Like I can breathe.”

Jason loves taking you on motorcycle rides through Gotham. He buys you a custom helmet with your favorite color just because he wants you to feel special.

He’s not great at expressing his feelings verbally, but his actions speak volumes. Whether it’s showing up with your favorite snacks or fixing something in your apartment, he’s always finding ways to make your life easier.

He'll even do the dishes.

When you get overwhelmed, Jason becomes your rock. He lets you vent or just sit in silence, offering quiet comfort until you’re ready to face the world again.

He secretly loves it when you play music on your turntable. Sometimes he’ll just sit back and watch you dance around the room, a rare smile tugging at his lips.

Jason takes you to hidden spots in Gotham that he knows you’d love, like old bookstores or quiet rooftop views.

He teaches you self-defense techniques, even though you’re already capable. He says it’s to “sharpen your skills,” but he just likes spending time with you.

Jason introduces you to his favorite rock bands, and you introduce him to oldies. Your playlists become an eclectic mix of both genres.

When Jason has a bad day, you read to him. He won’t admit it, but the sound of your voice always calms him down.

~~~

[asarajaa]

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(I wanna try writting for MCU, DC and Haikyuu, so i'd appreciate if you send reqs about those fandoms, you can send reqs about the other ones but they would be in the end of my priorities..? It would depend on the req tbh, if I like it enough or smth like that.

[xoluvx]

my vision is peter parker and my favorite song holy ground please and thank you

Oh gosh I know the Peter blogs that follow my blog are most likely inactive but I had this in the drafts for so long .. I couldn’t not share 🥺

I also rewatched the mcu spiderman movies recently & it made me miss Peter so muchhhhh 🥲🥲

holy ground x peter parker

you marveled at the specks of freckles on his nose. mesmerized by the twinkle in his eye. his fingers perfectly wrapped around yours as his hand gave yours a slight squeeze.

he leaned over, lips ghosting over yours until your lips were tenderly touching.

your eyes snapped open feeling the absence of his lips. instead, it was the warm rim of your mug that touched your lips. the bittersweet smell of coffee infiltrated your nose. the scent of coffee triggered the moments you'd spent up on the roof of your school each morning before school. the half-empty coffee cups at your side.

there wasn't a day that passed when you didn't think of peter. you wondered what he was up to. sure, you could look him up on social media but his feed hadn't changed. he never posted. he felt like a ghost.

when you typed his name and searched for him on Instagram, the photos you'd taken of him stared back at you. his bright smile and crinkled nose still made your heart flutter and you always closed the app quickly as if he could see you.

"you okay?" the concerned voice of your best friend replaced the panic you'd felt after looking at his instagram.

you nodded taking a quick sip of your coffee instantly regretting it when the hot liquid made contact with your tongue.

"fuck," you cursed under your breath.

"what's that?" she glanced at the screen. peter was still all over it and you quickly grabbed your phone, locking it and putting it in the pocket of your robe. "why don't you call him?" she asked as if she didn't know the entire history of what happened between you and peter.

"you know why," you mumbled this time cradling the cup in your hand, blowing on the liquid waiting for it to cool down before drinking. "he's spiderman!" you exclaimed.

the moments of just the two of you were gone. the times of laughing on the roof as teenagers and doing karaoke were done. you'd grown up and he'd gone to be a hero.

you were left with nothing but an old scatter of images on instagram.

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

you can’t put it in

kinktober, day thirty-one

a/n: happy hornyween halloween! to say goodbye to kinktober, I thought it was fitting to end in the same boat as we started in. enjoy sluts ♡ I love you all so so much ♡

warnings: stepbro!peter parker x reader, smut, stepcest, secret relationship, semipublic sex, bathroom sex, halloween party, pussyjob, dirty talk, corruption kink

∼ gentle reminder that feedback, but especially reblogs are the way you support writers on here ∽

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You properly shouldn’t have had those last few drinks. Maybe if you hadn’t, then you wouldn’t have ended up in this position, on the bathroom counter at some Halloween party, with your stepbrother slotted between your wide-spread legs, length freed from his costume and teasing your weeping mess with the tip of it. 

“You can’t put it in,” your form needily shivered as he tapped his weight against your puff, “promise me that you won’t put it in.”  

Maybe if your costume hadn’t been so revealing and his hadn’t hugged his frame so perfectly, then you would have been able to stay away from one another, but something inside of you knew that even if you both wore potato sacks and didn’t indulge in a drop of anything, then you would have still ended up in this exact same predicament. 

“Come on, princess,” Peter tugged down the neckline of your skimpy costume and played with your tits, “you didn’t have a problem with me fucking your throat sore.”

“That’s different and you know it,” you pouted, legs rubbing up against his sides as he continued to tease. Realising his grip on your boob with a playful tap, his hand then drifted down to aid his movements, pinching your petals around him as he fucked your folds, the tip rhythmically nudging against your buzzing clit. 

“Just think about how good it will feel letting me stretch this little pussy all the way out.”

“Peter-”

Eyes glued to your cunt, he ignored your plea and smirked, “maybe you just need to learn a lesson about what happens when you run around being such a fucking tease all the time…”

© 2023 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[soft-persephone]

Hi! Saw your post on Jake Johnson's fic request and I want to ask for one.

It's with Peter B Parker x Fem! Reader. Reader it's Mayday's mother and she's a Girlboss while Peter is a Malewife and stays at home trying to take care of Mayday. It can be up to you. No need to rush.

Here you are! I hope you like it!

MDNI // M // WC: 1k // warnings: breeding kink if you squint, slight hurt comfort but not reallly, a dash of fluff and very soft // masterlist // no descriptions

A Natural Caretaker and A Big Heart

“Peter?”

Something in Peter broke when your eyes started to water. How large your eyes seemed to be.

Everything he planned to say was almost forgotten, sticking in his throat and causing his tongue to feel uncomfortable in his mouth, but he swallowed and held his composure as he took a step towards you and covered the cheeks of your face in each large hand of his.

It always calmed him down.

“I’m so sorry. For everything.”

You nodded, probably not sure what to say yourself.

“I know what I said in the past, but I met this kid and he was great and I realized I could do this. I can do this, and I want to do this. Please, will you let me?”

Tears were falling down your face now.

He did his best to wipe away each one.

“Of-of course. It’s all I’ve ever wanted, Peter.”

And the rest was easy. Almost too easy. A fact you seemed to be more aware of it than Peter. A part of you wanted to resent him for it, but lord knows you couldn’t.

He had a full time job, and he was Spider-Man. He never missed a beat at either, and on top of that, he was helping around the house more, he was cooking more, and as you both were doing your best to try for a baby, it wasn’t happening as quickly as you two would have thought.

You were devastated after each and every time it didn’t happen.

Peter somehow grew more determined after each time the results weren’t the ones you both were looking for, finding the right words to make you feel better in the process.

He was so perfect about everything.

It filled you with such emotion.

But you had a busier day job that was more demanding, it took you away from everything. It—

“What’s got you so worked up?”

Peter frowned, his shoulders squaring as he wrapped his arms around you.

You almost jumped. You didn’t hear him slip through the window of the bedroom.

“How am I going to be a good mother?” You sniffed.

Peter’s eyebrows scrunched into his brow, emphasizing the little crooked bump on the bridge of his nose.

“What kind of question is that?” He almost laughed, but dutifully kept it in, “you practically did nothing but take care of me for the last ten years. You’re going to be an amazing mother.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He kissed you in the forehead, pulling you tight against his body.

“Your heart is so big,” he kissed you before you could respond, slow, hard, and taking every breath you had left in your lungs, “you care so much about everything and everyone.” He kisses you again before moving his mouth along your jaw to your neck, biting and nipping at every bit of your skin.

“Any kid would be lucky to have you as a mother.” He moved his hands from your side to your shoulders, massaging them about before kissing you again. His large hands squeezed, tugged, and kneaded every inch of your skin through your clothes, or at least what little bit of clothes you were wearing.

He loved your body as much as he loved you. You didn’t like being objectified, but he did know how to show how much he loved you. You didn’t show insecurity on the outside, he wasn’t a hundred percent sure if you even had any, but if there was a small chance that there might be, in the secret corners of your psyche that only you knew about, he’d fight them with all his might.

The more he touched you the warmer you got.

Squeezing your ass with both palms through your tiny sleep shorts you moaned into his parted lips, making a smirk form on his lips. He snaked his hands back up your exposed tummy and brought his thumbs onto your nipped, making them swell up more.

“Peter.” You pant.

“Will you let me show you?” He breathed onto your face. His words felt hot and heavy on your skin, “Will you let me fill you up? Put a baby in you, so you can see just how good a mother you’ll be?”

After barely a nod and a barely verbal response, he was already scooping you in his arms.

Your legs held on tightly and you raked your hands through his hair, pulling tightly.

He hissed as he placed you back on the bed, keeping your legs wrapped around him as he shoved off the bottom of his spider suit.

He didn’t waste any time before sliding into you, stretching you out and hitting you in just the right spot.

“You're so perfect.” He emphasized his point with one hard thrust.

“You take care of me.” He was gliding into you now with such a speed you couldn’t keep up with, moving his hips with such force you could barely think. You tighten your legs around his back, pulling him closer. Helping him fuck you just that much harder.

The sounds were obscene.

The hard wet slaps of his hips meeting yours were drowning out the moans from your lips and the grunts and pants from Peter.

“If you.. takecareofme—fuck,” he slipped out of you, causing you to keen and arch your back, “sorry,” he grinned down at you before thrusting back into you.”

You squeezed around him, your pussy fluttering uncontrollable.

“Fuck, baby.” Peter heeled over, his mouth unbearably hot on your neck as he moaned onto your skin, the sensation burning the pores of your skin.

After a second he was fucking you harder than before, your legs going limp and your back arching completely off the bed.

With the last ounce of strength you had, you wrapped your arms around his back and pulled him down against you, clenching one more time around him, you both cried as you came.

He collapsed on top of you, kissing your cheek and pressing himself firm against you. Neither of you ever talked about it, but you both knew why he did it.

Why he let dick soften inside you before he pulled out, why he sometimes would gather what spilled out and push it back in, and how he waited a few more minutes before taking the time to clean you up.

“If you take as good care of this baby as you do me,” he said breathily in your neck, “you’ll have nothing to worry about.”

[cuddles-edits]

Peter Parker AKA Spider-Man from Marvel Comics

Transmasculine Pride Icons

Requested by anonymous.

Please like or reblog if using. Credit not required but is appreciated.

[nickeverdeen]

can I request something for doctor strange pls? It's not romantic, it's just platonic)

So, the imagine would have two scenes, and there's years gap between the scenes. So, in the first, fem!reader is a kid (eleven or twelve) and she's in the same store as stephen. He's still a doctor in this one, so he's in his arrogant era. She's in the cashier trying to buy a box with special crayons but it's more expensive that she thought, so stephen buys it for her (he's rich, it's not a big deal for him.) but he's not all smiles kindness when she thanks him, and says he only did that so she could get out of the line and let him pay for his stuff, a detail she will remember for a long time.

In the second scene, they get to reunite when peter needs to ask him for a favor and brings his friend (now in her late teen years) reader. They recognize each other immediatly, and while reader says (when they have privacy from peter for a bit) she still has those crayons and tells him she will go to art college, stephen feels a little akward because he recognizes he could have been nicer by that time.

From Crayons to Canvases | Doctor Strange x platonic fem!reader

Warnings: None

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The bustling sound of the store filled the air as eleven-year-old Y/N stood at the cashier, clutching a box of special crayons. Your eyes sparkled with excitement, but your face fell when you saw the total on the register. You fumbled through your small purse that you got for your birthday, your fingers counting the coins you had carefully saved up.

“I-I’m sorry, I don’t have enough,” you mumbled, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Behind you, a tall man in an expensive suit sighed impatiently. His sharp, authoritative demeanor made him stand out, and his frustration was palpable as he checked his watch repeatedly. This was Dr. Stephen Strange, renowned surgeon, known as much for his arrogance as his skill.

The cashier, a kind elderly woman, smiled sympathetically at you. “Maybe you can come back another time, dear.”

Your heart sank. You had been looking forward to these crayons for weeks. As you turned to leave, Dr. Strange stepped forward, pulling out his sleek, black wallet. “How much is it?” he asked brusquely.

The cashier told him the amount, and with a roll of his eyes, Strange handed over the money. “Here. Just get out of the way,” he said, his tone lacking any warmth.

Your eyes widened in surprise. “Thank you, sir!” You said earnestly, your gratitude shining through despite his cold demeanor and the small feeling of hurt and saddness in your chest.

“Yeah, yeah,” Strange muttered, waving his hand dismissively. “Just move, kid, so I can pay for my stuff.”

You quickly moved aside, clutching your prized crayons to your chest. You glanced back at Strange, his face a mask of indifference, and felt a mix of awe and confusion. Despite his harsh words, he had done something kind for you, a detail you would remember for a long time.

As Strange paid for his items, your mind was abuzz with thoughts. You wondered why someone so seemingly cold and arrogant would help you. With one last look at him, you exited the store, the special crayons in hand and hurried home to tell your mom, unaware that this fleeting encounter would stay with you for years to come.

———

The Sanctum Sanctorum was a place of mystique and wonder, filled with artifacts from across the dimensions. Peter Parker, the young and energetic Spider-Man, had come seeking help from Stephen Strange. Beside him was his friend, Y/N, now in her late teens. You looked around the grandiose building with wide eyes, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement.

“Whoa, this place is incredible,” Peter whispered to you as you both walked through the echoing halls.

“Yeah, it’s… it’s something,” you replied, your thoughts drifting to the last time you had seen Strange. You wondered if he would remember you after all these years.

As you and Peter approached the main room, Strange appeared, his cape billowing slightly as he moved. His face, though older and marked by the experiences of a sorcerer, still bore that same authoritative expression.

“Peter” Strange greeted, his tone both curious and wary. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“Sir, I’m so sorry for wasting your time, but we need your help,” Peter began, launching into an explanation about the recent chaos involving the multiverse. You stood quietly by his side, studying Strange’s face, searching for any sign of recognition.

Strange listened intently, his eyes occasionally flicking to you. There was something familiar about you, a spark of memory that tugged at the edges of his mind. As Peter finished, Strange nodded, turning his attention fully to you.

“And you are, young lady?” he asked, his voice softer than Peter expected.

“I’m Y/N,” you said, offering a small smile. “We… we’ve actually met before, a long time ago.”

Strange’s brows furrowed in thought. “Met before?” he repeated, scanning your face. Suddenly, a memory from years past surfaced – a little girl at a store, struggling to buy a box of crayons. His eyes widened slightly. “The crayons,” he murmured.

Your smile grew. “Yes, the crayons. You bought them for me when I didn’t have enough money.”

Peter looked between you two, confused. “Wait, you guys know each other?”

You nodded. “Sort of. He hepled me out in a shop”

Strange cleared his throat, feeling a rare moment of awkwardness. “Right, I remember now. That was… quite some time ago.”

Peter was sent off on a task by Strange, and the Sorcerer Supreme led you to a quieter room. “I must admit,” Strange said, “I didn’t expect to see you again. How have you been?”

“I’ve been good,” you replied, your voice warm. “Actually, I still have those crayons. They meant a lot to me, more than you probably realized.”

Strange felt a pang of guilt and awkwardness. “I’m glad to hear that. I could have been… nicer, back then.”

You chuckled softly. “You were in a hurry, I get it. But that small act of kindness made a big difference to me. It inspired me, in a way.”

“Inspired you?” Strange echoed, genuinely curious.

“Yeah. I’m going to art college now,” you said, your eyes shining with excitement. “I’ve always loved drawing, and those crayons… they were the start of it all.”

Strange felt a rare smile tug at his lips. “That’s wonderful to hear. I’m sorry if I came off as rude back then. I’ve learned a lot since those days.”

You nodded. “It’s okay. We all have our moments. I’m just glad I got to thank you properly.”

As you continued to talk, Strange felt an unexpected warmth. It was rare for him to reflect on his past, especially the time before he became a sorcerer. Your presence was a reminder of his humanity, a link to a simpler time.

Peter returned, and Strange turned his attention back to the task at hand, but now with a renewed sense of purpose. The encounter with you had shifted something within him, reminding him that even the smallest acts of kindness could leave a lasting impact. As you prepared to face the challenges ahead, Strange couldn’t help but feel a sense of fatherly connection to the young woman who had grown into an inspiring artist, all because of a box of crayons and a brief moment of generosity.

[shiorimakibawrites]

inside the mind with peter parker!!!! also, congrats bestie!!!!

Thanks bestie! I hope this helps cheer you up:

After the events of NWH, Peter tries several jobs that one can get with only a high school education - waiter and/or barista at various fast food or local cafes, cleaning services for hotels or office buildings. Name a low-level service industry job, he’s probably tried it. Along with day labor with construction projects.

Each job ends up running into one little problem: Spider-Man. Saving people sometimes makes him late for work. Sometimes hours late. Or he runs off in the middle of shift to save someone he notices in trouble. Needless to say, his bosses don’t like this. And often fire him.

He has better luck when he starts doing freelance work or online work where it doesn’t really matter when or where he gets the work done as long as he meets the deadline.

Some of this freelance work is vigilante photography. He develops a reputation for getting the best shots of New York’s vigilantes and their battles. Mostly Spider-Man (for obvious reasons) but he has gotten some very good shots of Daredevil.

Peter is torn on those Tumblr posts comparing his ass to those other heroes in the city. The jokes can be funny. But some of the NSFW comments have left him rather red-faced and at times uncomfortable.

He does find it absolutely hilarious that Daredevil won that Hottest Vigilante Ass thing. Easily the funniest part was the look on the man in question’s face when he was informed about this . . . honor.

One of the freelance jobs he picks up is doing electronics repairs. One day, he ends up in the office of Nelson, Murdock, & Page trying to convince their braille printer not to die. He managed it but also captured the interest of the lawyers. Who insisted he take a bonus payment in the form of food.

Peter thought about arguing but his metabolism is very high and his budget low. No sense in turning down (more or less) free food.

The law firm starts regularly calling him with offers of various temp work. He has gone to the office often enough that he has met Mr. Nelson’s mom. Who thinks he’s far too skinny.

Somehow it was after this meeting that Peter gained the attention of Daredevil. Which was . . . cool. Even if the way Peter threw punches made the man grimace and tell him to come to some rundown gym to learn how to do it properly - “you’re gonna break all your fingers doing that way, kid.”

Peter’s protest that (a) he will be healed by morning and (b) that he wasn’t a kid held no water. But Daredevil had a point that breaking the bones in his hands hurt and hampered his ability to fight or flee until those broken bones healed.

He calls the other vigilante Mr. Devil, despite repeated attempts to get him to just call him Devil or Daredevil. Fair is fair. Daredevil kept calling him a kid despite being told repeatedly that Peter was ‘not a kid.’