#student peter parker

[drempen]

Spideyvenom high school au

[jasperlore]

Are we multi shipping here? Ik we’re moots cause of spideypool but I would looove to hear who your other fave pairings are

Outside of SpideyPool I just kinda like ships with peter because I'm a sucker for (any flirtatious character) x spider-man lol Wade x Peter Matt x Peter Johnny x Peter Felicia x Peter Gwen x Peter and ofc, the soulmates themselves, MJ x Peter

[emdashbitch]

the amount of people who don't realise even now, years later, that Peter was a scholarship student at Midtown, him dropping out of clubs for Spider-Man was potentially jeopardising his placement there (extracurriculars often being mandatory for ensuring continued sponsorship) which was why May was so concerned, and instead think he's some rich kid is astounding. There is NOTHING indicating Peter comes from wealth in the MCU, nothing that doesn't have an immediate explanation as a kid on full scholarship. Tony literally uses Peter's need for financial aid to get in the door with May

media literacy is dead

[squeakybanjo]

some marvel art from today and the past few days that i been really proud with🤗 started on some loki now but i'll be coloring him tomorrow cause that's the best part ong ANYWAY YEAH I finally got a proper artstyle together that i wanna settle with

[erinwantstowrite]

i rewatched the spider-verse movies so im thinking about miles atm but you have a couple posts about him and LoF so i was just wondering what would the bats opinions be on him ??

oh, they're gonna love him. peter has quite a few pupils in the future, but miles is his legacy. carrying on that spider-man name and making it his own? miles is practically his little brother in the future, his pride and joy. the Bats are older too around this time so they each have different dynamics with miles. bruce is leaning towards fully retired by the time peter is in his mid twenties (i think bruce is like 53 when peter is 25?). by the time miles comes around they're used to having students and a bunch of family so he is welcomed with open arms

[delicatebarness]

the manuscript | chapter one

Summary: Vulnerable and Honest.

Warnings: Age Gap. (Dr Barnes: late 40s & Reader: early 20s) Smut.

Word Count: 1408

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A/N: I'm so sorry Peter. - Please feel free to leave feedback or let me know where and how you want the story to continue, this is just as much yours as it is mine. - B

Tags: @mostlymarvelgirl | @mrsnikstan

You tried to focus, to be present in the moment. The room was dimly lit, and the bass from the party outside thudded against the walls. Peter moved behind you, his breath heavy. Every touch felt mechanical and predictable. 

His hands gripped your hips, pressing himself closer. “You feel amazing,” he murmured as his breathing became ragged. You forced a moan, you wanted to match his enthusiasm, you wanted to let go. Closing your eyes, you tried to immerse yourself in the sensations but your mind wandered. 

Your thoughts drifted to upcoming assignments, the laundry that had started piling up, and whether the milk would go bad. 

Peter’s pace quickened, as he neared his climax, his grip on your hips tightened. “I’m close,” he whispered. Arching your back, you pushed yourself closer to him. It was no use, you felt it going through the motions—his movements, were erratic, and his breathing was heavy. 

With a satisfied grown, he finished, collapsing onto the bed beside you. You followed his lead, lying beside him as he sighed contently. He rolled the condom off, tossing it toward the bin beside his bed, before wrapping an arm around you. 

His chest heaved as he caught his breath. “That was great,” he smiled down at you, his voice drowsy. Forcing a smile, you nodded. 

It didn’t take long for him to drift off to sleep. But, you lay awake, staring at the bedroom ceiling. Your mind replayed your mental to-do list as the music continued into the night. 

Slipping out of bed, you made your way toward the bathroom. Closing the door behind you, you swiftly turned the lock as the sound of the party muffled. You started at your reflection in the mirror as you leaned against the sick. 

Turning the tap, you let the cool water run over your hands before splashing your face. As you thought about your assignments, your mind drifted to Dr. Barnes. His presence, and how it commanded your attention. His piercing eyes, the way they would lock onto yours during debates. 

Your hand traveled down your body, looking for the release that Peter’s touch failed to find. Vivid images of Dr. Barnes– his hands, voice, and stare continued to play on your mind. Your fantasies grew, consuming your mind as you imagined his touch. His whispered words of encouragement. 

The tension built quickly within you, eagerly your body responded to your forbidden thoughts. Biting your lip, you tried to stifle your sighs. Not that anyone could hear over the party and music. The pleasure you found in your touch was intense, immediate, and driven. 

Your breath quickened as you remembered the thrill of intellectual sparring, always leaving you craving more.

A wave of pleasure washed over you, trembling, you struggled to keep quiet. Your mind was lost in the ecstasy. The release you were desperate for earlier in the night. 

As the sensations subsided, you leaned against the sick again. A mix of guilt and satisfaction coursed through you as you tried to steady your breathing. 

Taking a deep breath, you washed your hands and splashed your face. Returning to the bedroom, careful not to make eye contact with the other’s still partying. Peter, still sound asleep, blissfully unaware of your betrayal. 

Sliding back into bed, you found your gaze back on the bedroom ceiling, your mind a tangled, complicated mess of desires. 

~

Pushing aside the tangled thoughts and desires that had consumed your night, you rose from Peter’s bed with renewed determination. He slept soundly, unaware of the struggle you had faced internally. After going about your morning routine, you made your way to Dr. Barnes’ class. The lecture hall was already buzzing with students, the energy palpable as you entered. 

“Good morning, everyone,” Dr. Barnes stood at the front of the room, his voice commanding the attention of the room. “I trust you’ve all had a chance to review the reading for today.” his gaze lingered on yours for a moment longer than the others. 

He launched into details for the new assignment, memories of the previous night caused your mind to drift. Your desires for Dr. Barnes began to overshadow your commitment to your relationship with Peter, guilt gnawed at you. You tried to force your focus, trying to push these feelings aside. 

His voice delved into the intricacies of literary theory, weaving through concepts and ideas. He was a master storyteller. All attention riveted on Dr. Barnes as the hall around you fell silent, his presence and voice filled the space. 

As Dr. Barnes continued, he began to turn slightly, his glance sweeping across the room. His gaze lingered on you as if expecting your hand to be raised. He readied himself for another heated debate. 

“Yes, Miss Spector…?” Dr. Barnes began, his voice cutting through your fogged thoughts, pulling you back to the present. Blinking, startled, you realized that all eyes were now on you. 

“Yes, Dr. Barnes?” you replied, a small smile playing on your lips as you tried to mask your confusion. A slight blush rose to your cheeks with embarrassment, you hoping it would go unnoticed. 

He paused, lines formed across his forehead as a furrow formed between his brows. “You had something to add to the discussion?”

Your heart began to race, the thudding loud in your ears. “Oh, no, sorry,” you stammered, shaking your head slightly. “Lost in thought.”

“I see,” he said, softening his expression slightly, his tone measured. “Try to stay with us, Miss Spector. Your insights are valuable.” 

As he resumed his lecture, you sank back into your seat. This little incident was a reminder of the boundaries that separated you from Dr. Barnes. The line between student and teacher was clear at that moment. You noticed Yelena, one of your best friends, giving you a curious glance, but you avoided her eyes, choosing to focus on your notebook in front of you instead. You tried to refocus, attempting to immerse yourself in the material, and jotting down notes. 

You made a conscious effort to engage with the discussion as the class continued, asking questions and offering insights as normal. Dr. Barnes acknowledged you with a small nod, the silent encouragement that boosts your confidence. 

~

When the class finally drew to an end, Dr. Barnes gave out the new assignment, expressing his expectations and detailing the guidelines. 

You lingered behind as students began to pack up and leave. Approaching his desk, the weight of the unspoken connection between you two caused your heart to pound once more. 

“Dr. Barnes,” you began, keeping your voice steady. “Do you have any specific advice for approaching this assignment?” 

He looked up from his desk, his gaze meeting yours as a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “Authenticity in writing comes from personal experience. Write what you know.” 

You nodded, “Thank you,” you replied but didn’t move. You lingered, and Dr. Barnes noticed your hesitation. 

“Is there something else on your mind, Miss Spector?” he asked, his tone softer, almost inviting. 

Unsure of how much to professionally reveal, you hesitated. “I just… I, um, I’m struggling to find a personal angle that feels significant enough,” you admitted. “I want my writing to be… compelling like you said.” 

He leaned forward slightly, and his gaze intensified. “Well, compelling writing often comes from exploring parts of yourself that you’re the most afraid of, most afraid to reveal,” he paused for a moment, allowing you the opportunity to speak. You didn’t take it, focusing on his jaw tensing slightly. “It’s about being vulnerable, honest. Sometimes, the stories we’re most hesitant to tell are the ones that resonate the most.” 

His words struck a chord deep within you. “I understand,” you replied, your voice barely a whisper. “Thank you, Dr. Barnes.” 

You turned to leave, and just as you were about to walk out the door, he called after you. “Miss Spector,” his voice stopped you in your tracks. Your breath hitched as you turned back to face him. He stood now and leaned against his desk, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. “Remember, my door is always open if you need further guidance.” 

“Thank you,” you replied, your gaze flickering down to his hands as they rested casually on his hips. “I appreciate it.” You left the lecture hall, your mind buzzing with a whirlwind of thought. His words lingered, echoing in your mind. Vulnerable, and honest.

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[whannahbeyours]

It's that prom shit

[tibahcakes]

My favourite characters as things my friends have said: Part 12

Ned : Hey which is smaller

Ned : 0.91 or 0.9

Peter : My will to live

Ned : same

Peter: it’s 0.9

Ned : Thanks

[pretty-bratty]

Found it in my drafts. How did I forget to post it?!

[rainghosted]

Peter was in his last year of college and he just found out that his professor on his course was his ex boyfriend.

Peter Parker walked into his first day of senior year at college, feeling optimistic about his final year. He had worked hard, taken on internships, and built up a good academic record. All he had left was his senior project and a few required courses. The toughest one on his list was Advanced Engineering, which he had heard was notoriously difficult, but he figured he could handle it. What Peter didn’t expect was the surprise waiting for him behind the professor’s desk.

As he entered the classroom, Peter glanced at the whiteboard and saw the name "Professor Stark" written in bold letters. A familiar name. Too familiar. His heart skipped a beat as a wave of memories flooded his mind.

No way. It couldn’t be that Stark.

Peter slid into a seat near the back, trying to calm his racing heart. He hoped, prayed, that it was just a coincidence. That maybe this "Professor Stark" was someone else entirely. But when the door to the classroom swung open and in walked none other than Tony Stark—the Tony Stark—Peter’s ex, his worst fears were confirmed.

[t1koy-roll]

A modern take on some of the coffee bean gang members for my spiderverse oc's story

[nightwingisthebestdccharacter]

[idk-bruh-20]

Irondad fic ideas #144

Peter Parker sounds just like Spider-Man. This is something that the students of Midtown find hilarious

Soon, Peter's getting comments in the halls like, "Hey are you that kid who sounds like Spider-Man?" "Uhhh I mean -" "Holy shit it's truuue" and, "Hey Parker, say, 'Hiya Mister Criminal'' "(sigh) Hiya Mister criminal-"

It becomes a daily bit on the school news: they put Peter in the cheapest, most ridiculous Spider-Man mask imaginable and get him to say wild stuff, whatever Midtown students can think of. Like that bit at the end of Honest Trailers.

(Peter may or may not go slightly viral saying some Stuff about the Rogue Avengers in his "Spider-Man voice." Tony may or may not nearly piss himself laughing about it when he finds out.

Spider-Man himself has yet to comment.)

[alexdrawsagain]

Peter Parker: Foreign Exchange Student

Money bags vs Alley cat

In todays installment momo gets her time to shine showing nice girls don't always finish last and also smug momo is my favorite thing ever. Sorry we haven't gotten around to making more spidey comics but as we in general are trying to make more comics, i really do miss these dumb teens.

Until next time gang!

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[delicatebarness]

the manuscript | chapter four

Summary: Peter gets a win.

Warnings: Age Gap. (Dr Barnes: late 40s & Reader: early 20s). Smut. Voyeurism. Exhibitionism. Smoking.

Word Count: 1408

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A/N: This got me. - Please feel free to leave feedback or let me know where and how you want the story to continue, this is just as much yours as it is mine. - B

Tags: @mostlymarvelgirl | @mrsnikstan | @angelbabyyy99 | @kaithesimps-blog | @julvrs

Your mind buzzed with intensity as you stepped out of Dr. Barnes’ office and into the library. Wandering, aimlessly through the shelves, the weight of his words echoed in your mind. The only sound in the library was the soft shuffles of pages and the occasional whisper. 

Near the back, you spotted Peter sitting at a table, head buried in a textbook. Suddenly, the urge to escape and let go of the tension washed over you. Giving the room a quick glance, you ensured no one was watching as you made your way over to your boyfriend. A mischievous smile plays on your lips. 

Leaning down, placing a kiss lightly on his cheeks, you whispered. “Wanna take a break?” 

A delighted expression spread across his features as he looked up. “Sure,” he replied, closing his textbook with a thud. “What did you have in mind?” 

Without a word, you took his hand and led him further back into the library. Anticipation built with each step as a thrill ran through you. You knew this was reckless and impulsive, but you couldn’t resist the pull. 

Once you reached a secluded corner, hidden from view, you pulled Peter into a heated, desperate kiss. Your hand began to roam over his chest and shoulders, eagerly. And, his touch grew bolder, fingers teasingly trailing lower.

After a few moments of losing yourself in the sensation, the library faded into the background. Until, out of nowhere, there was a shift in the air, causing you to pause.

Another jolt of electricity rushed through you as you opened your eyes. Standing at the end of the aisle, obscured by shadows, was Dr. Barnes himself. Unwavering his intense gaze, as if he was drinking and absorbing every detail of the scene before him. 

You got lost in the new charge in the atmosphere, your pulse quickening as you realized that Dr. Barnes was witnessing your intimate moment. Peter’s hands explored beneath your clothes, the familiar touch, as his fingers traced patterns across your skin. Testing the limits of your audacity, you locked your gaze onto Dr. Barnes’ 

Pulling Peter closer, the smirk widened across your lips as you refused to break the gaze. Silently, you challenged him to intervene. Peter’s fingers slipped beneath the fabric of your underwear, drawing a soft gasp from your lips. Though Peter’s desire was palpable, it was Dr. Barnes’ presence that grew your arousal. Arching against Peter’s touch, you felt a thrill of exhibitionism.

He remained impassive, an unreadable expression over his features, yet his stare spoke volumes. It was a silent command to explore the depths of your desire and venture into uncharted territories of surrender. 

Peter quickened his rhythm, fingers moving in and out of you relentlessly, driving you closer to the edge, for the first time in months. The silent participant in your act pushed you to a new height of arousal. Your breathing grew ragged as your heart pounded. 

Letting out a low, throaty moan, you were unable to hold back any longer. Your mouth fell open as you teetered on the edge of ecstasy. Yet, it was Dr. Barnes’ steady gaze that pushed you over. 

With a final, shuddering yelp, you came undone. Your body began to convulse with the force of the release. Your eyes closed as waves of pleasure crashed over you, leaving you breathless. Clinging to Peter, your fingers dug into his shoulders as he slowed his pace, riding out the aftershocks of your orgasm.

As you slowly returned to yourself, you glanced up, only for Dr. Barnes to have disappeared. 

Remnants of your pleasure continued to tingle through your body, your breath came in heavy pants as you stayed clung to Peter. He gently caressed you back as his eyes filled with concern, grounding you after an intense high. You smiled weakly at him, trying to convey that you were okay, even if you were exhilarated. 

“We should probably get back,” Peter whispered, gently placing a kiss against your temple. “Before someone sees us.” 

You nodded, straightening your clothes as Peter smoothed your hair. Soft whispers and rustles of pages indicated the life that continued as normal outside the secluded bookshelves. 

Your mind still buzzed from the events as you made your way back to the table. The image of Dr. Barnes standing, watching you, his unyielding gaze replayed over and over your mind. Sitting beside Peter, as he picked up his textbook and resumed reading, you couldn’t help but wonder. Where had D. Barnes gone? What did he think of what he had seen? Had he even been there at all?

~

You found it impossible to focus, your thoughts returning to D. Barnes and the thrill he had ignited within you. The memory of his blue, piercing eyes on you as they stared, sent a shiver down your spine. Shifting in your seat, you tried to quell the persistent heat between your thighs. 

No longer could you sit there, you leaned over to Peter, whispering to him. “I need to go to the restroom.” 

Nodding, he gave you a small smile before returning to his textbook. Walking towards the library’s exit, your heart pounded against your chest with each step. Once outside, you headed down the hallways, the restroom no longer in your mind. 

Unsure of your destination, you continued through the quiet hallways. Before you knew it, you were standing at the entrance to the parking lot. The afternoon air cooled your heated cheeks, calming the fire within you. Then, you spotted him, out of the corner of your eyes. Dr. Barnes.

A cigarette in hand as he stood by his car, composed and inscrutable as ever. Your heart raced as you gathered your courage and walked over to him. His eyes narrowed slightly as he met your gaze, exhaling a plume of smoke. 

“Miss Spector,” he said, his voice low and controlled, the tone that caused your cheeks to flush again. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” 

Taking a deep breath, you try to avoid his gaze. “May I ask you something?” 

Taking another drag of his cigarette, he regarded you with a curious expression. “What’s on your mind?” 

“I couldn’t help but wonder,” you asked, finally meeting his gaze cautiously, “if someone like you ever has… crushes?” 

A smirk tugged at his lips, exhaling as he considered your question. “A crush?” he repeated thoughtfully, his gaze penetrating as you gave him a small nod. “I’m far too old for mere crushes, Miss Spector… I crave.” 

His admission surprised you, heightening the intrigue inside you. “Have you ever acted on… your cravings?” you pressed as your curiosity piqued. 

His eyes held yours with a knowing look. “Rarely,” he replied cryptically, his voice deep. “But when I do, it’s with purpose.” 

You took a step closer, the tension between you growing. “And, what advice would you give someone who wants to experience that kind of purpose?” you asked, watching as he stubbed out his cigarette. 

He considered your question as his gaze flickered to your lips for a moment. “Advice?” he murmured thoughtfully, his voice gravelly. “Don’t hesitate when an opportunity presents itself. Embrace it fully. Let go of inhibitions, Miss Spector.” 

A stir of desire sends a thrill through you, the desire to explore the boundaries of restraint. The space between you narrowed as you drew closer to him until you could feel the warmth radiating from him. 

“And what if…” your voice whispered. “What if someone were to act on their cravings here and now?” 

Dr. Barnes’ lips curved, his eyes darkening a deeper shade of blue with a mixture of amusement and something more primal. “Then, they should be prepared for the consequences,” he replied, his tone suggestive as he gazed down at your lips for another moment. 

The implications of his words caused your heart to race. The invitation was daring, and the allure of the forbidden dance between you stretched out with anticipation. 

Before either of you could say, or do more, you heard footsteps begin to echo through the parking lot. His expression remains composed as he glances toward the approaching sound behind you. 

Taking a step back, you cleared your throat. “I should… I should get back,” you muttered suddenly aware of the risk you had tempted. 

He nodded slowly, taking a sip of his coffee before speaking. “Yes, of course,” he replied, his voice steady. “Until next time, Miss Spector.”

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[skidtheremix]

Trying to shake off the old bones for drawing, decided to start with something self indulgent. Might do more of these since I love the concept of Peter/Spider-Man in the MHA universe, and @alexdrawsagain's bits about what he gets up to and the love shenanigans are super entertaining to read through over and over.