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melonnabar · 3 days
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Silly stuff from this one arc!
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flodaya · 7 hours
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#life imitating art
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lawleighette · 2 days
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💥 SPIDER-MAN - Peter Han 🕷🕸
©Lawleighette
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leo thought he just looked like that
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alwaysmoncheri · 2 days
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hello! I hope you’re doing good! I would like to request a fic with tasm!peter parker or james potter if you prefer, but something where they’re making out and the reader ends up breaking his glasses? If that makes sense🫣
hi, my darling, i’m am doing very well! thank you for requesting, that makes complete sense! I’m totally watching tasm again after writing this <3
cw: fem!reader, making out, slightly suggestive (but not really), aunt may walking in, established relationship, fluff, 1.2k
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Peter’s mouth is on your neck while the bridge of his glasses rubs against the skin just an inch higher than his mouth. His hands stay firmly planted on your hips as you sit in his lap on his swivel chair. Your textbook and computer lay abandoned next to his on his desk in front of you.
“Peter, I have to study,” you mumble, but the sigh that escapes your lips makes your excuse less believable, “We have to study.” you add, trying you best to get yourself and peter back on track for a big exam tomorrow. Crazy for Peter or not, this test is important and you need to get a little studying in, but you can’t get Peter to keep his hands off you.
“No, we don’t.” Peter replies quickly, before biting your neck, causing you to let out squeak.
“Peter,” you practically whine, and the chuckle that falls from Peter’s mouth vibrates onto your neck, causing you to squirm in his lap. When Peter lifts his head from your neck, you’re pouting. Lips jutted out and eyebrows pinched together with pleading eyes. Oh, Peter could die right here with you in his arms. He pulls you closer, biceps and hands pressed into your sides and forearms into your stomach.
“You’re going to be fine,” Peter offers gently, pressing a much softer kiss to your cheek, allowing you to release the tension from your face, “You’ve studied plenty already.”
“But–”
“No, buts,” Peter shuts you down, gently rubbing your sides in an attempt to silence your worries. He wants to kiss you so bad, but he would never do it without your permission. And if you want to study, he’ll let you, but he doesn’t think you really do, “Kiss me?”
Peter hears you release a long, dramatic, sigh before shifting yourself in his lap so that you’re straddling him, his hands now stabilizing you by your waist. For a moment your face is expressionless and Peter can’t read you. He worries that you’re unhappy with him but when he sees a giddy smile creep onto your face, he instantly reciprocates and his worries melt away.
You lock your hands around Peter’s neck before leaning in to kiss him. At first, you kiss him softly, tenderly just because you love him. But when you lightly tug on Peter’s hair at the nape of his neck, he takes it as a sign to tug on your hips, pulling you flush against his chest and deepen the kiss. But when the bridge of you nose knocks into Peter’s glasses, you groan in momentary pain, causing his eyes to widen, hand reaching up to gently hold your cheek, the action asking if you’re okay. When you nod your head and meet his gaze, you notice his concern before it’s quickly replaced with frustration. Peter quickly tears his glasses on his face and tosses them towards his bed without sparing a glance in that direction. But when a soft crack echos from across the room, you snap your gaze towards the glasses that now lay broken at the bridge on the floor.
“Peter!” You gasp, shifting your gaze between him and the broken glasses, but no concern seems to be etched on his face.
“Don’t worry, I can get new ones,” Peter assures you, kissing the corners of your lips while his nose delicately brushes the apples of your cheeks, “I just wanna kiss you.” Peter whispers and you feel a rush of warmth spread across your face at his tone.
“Aunt May isn’t going to be happy.” You state, nervously glancing towards the door that Peter probably forgot to lock again.
“Shush, less talking, baby,” Oh god, you melt completely at the way his says baby and presses his finger to your mouth, before replacing it with his lips, “More kissing.” He adds in between a few quick, hard, presses of his lips on yours.
“Oh whatev—hmph!”
Peter kisses you long and hard, successfully getting you to stop talking. You feel hot all over when he kisses you again and again. And when you rank your fingers through his hair, lightly tugging on the ends, while simultaneously gently biting his bottom lip, Peter makes a sound between a gasp and a groan that makes you want to do it again just so you can hear the sound once more. There’s a kiss, another, and another, you’re so caught up in the feeling of his mouth against yours, carefully sliding your hands up and down his chest before lightly gripping a fist full of his shirt to keep him near you.
The way Peter touches you is like muscle memory, he knows how to make you gasp and what makes you shiver. When, his hands slip under the material of your shirt and caress your skin, your body reacts exactly how he knows it always does. Then, he lifts you up, your legs wrap around his waist, and with his lips still on yours, he gently lowers the both of you onto his bed. He seems so far away now and you can’t handle it. Before he even has the chance to lower himself further down onto the bed, you grab his biceps, which are tensed from holding himself up, and tug him towards you. Peter practically falls and suddenly the weight of his whole body is on top of you, Peter worries for a moment, breaking the kiss, but you make a noise, reminiscent to a childish whine before grabbing his jaw with both of you hands and pulling him back. With his lips on yours, his tongue slides into your mouth while your thumbs trace the outline of his jaw and his hand slides behind you back and into your shirt.
“Hey, do you two know where—Oh my goodness!” You and Peter are quickly pulled apart, turning your heads in the direction of Aunt May’s loud gasp. She stands just outside the bedroom with one hand still on the doorknob, her expression loudly displaying her shock. Peter stays on top of you for a split second, before May’s gaze shifts between his hand in your shirt and both of your disheveled appearances, “Peter Benjamin Parker!”
With that, Peter immediately jumps up from on top of you, quickly grabbing your hand to stand next to him. Both of your faces are flushed red from being caught, even if all you were doing was kissing. Aunt May stands by the door, both of her hands placed firmly on her hips, presumably awaiting a reasonable response while you and Peter glance at each other in search of something to say. When Peter’s gaze returns to his aunt, he finally opens his mouth to speak.
“Aunt May—We were just—” Peter pauses as he stumbles over his words, feeling pathetic under the eyes of both you and his aunt.
“Studying.” You finish with a somewhat convincing smile and when Aunt May turns to you, her gaze softens, but when she notices the broken glasses laying forgotten on the floor behind you, her questioning expression returns.
“And what happened to your glasses?” Aunt May asks, a triumphant smile crossing her face as she knows she’s caught the two of you red-handed in your obvious lie, “Were you studying when that happened?”
You and Peter hesitate, he sends you a nervous smile and the both of you bite your tongues, not trusting yourselves to speak. After a moment, the two of you nod, heads hanging low.
“Mhm, right,” May hums before sending Peter a look that says, ‘we’ll talk later.’ Then, she takes a few steps into the room, causing you and Peter’s eyes to widen, but May only steps around you to pick up the broken glasses before walking back towards the door, “Well, dinner is almost ready, you two better behave.”
“Okay, yeah, thank you, May.” Peter says, and you can tell he’s beyond flustered by the situation as he runs a hand through his hair, then brushes a finger along his bottom lip, “We’ll be down soon.”
May nods before sending the both of you one final look, this one a little more playful than the rest. She exits the bedroom and closes the door behind her, leaving you and Peter alone once again.
The both of you share a glance before breaking out in a fit of laughter. Peter falls back onto the bed, tugging you down with his so that you’re laying on his chest.
“I told you she’d be mad.” You tease, running your hand up his chest, eventually reaching the back of his neck, while leaving a gentle kiss on his jaw.
“It was so worth it.” Peter smirks before flipping you over and kissing your face
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hehether · 3 days
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BATDAD 🤝 IRONDAD
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fotibrit · 1 day
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I hear your “Tony and Peter had kind cute nicknames for each other” and i raise you the headcannon that they had nicknames, but they were almost exclusively insults.
Joking insults, of course. But you think that the man who named his pets prized possessions “Dummy” and “You” would turn around and give his kid favorite teenager cute nicknames? No! The man canonically nicknamed him after underwear! Canonically diminished Peter’s attempt at seeming mature by calling him “Spider-Boy” instead of Spider-Man
Peter’s not gonna just. take that and give tony kind uplifting nicknames. Those mfs try to outdo each other with clever and rude nicknames. Tony calls Peter “Laffy Taffy” bc of the kids quips and weird flexibility. Peter calls Tony “Repulsor” after the day Tony mentioned Pepper called his smell repulsive.
And they love it. It’s their way of affection. You know somethings gone wrong when they DONT use rude nicknames.
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sreppub · 2 days
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ive been thinking thinks again
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sciderman · 15 hours
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h-handsome...
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jakejeffreyperalta · 18 hours
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apart from literally being about a guy who got bitten by a spider and got superpowers the most unrealistic about the amazing spiderman was that NOBODY had a crush on peter. fym 2012 andrew garfield goes to your school, is a top student, skateboards, wears glasses and takes pictures and NOBODY likes him. LIES.
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why-i-love-comics · 2 days
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The Spectacular Spider-Men #1 - "Regulars" (2024)
written by Greg Weisman art by Humberto Ramos, Victor Olazaba, & Edgar Delgado
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mjgwcns · 1 day
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trying to be normal but then i remember them 😞
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mamaspidershit · 2 days
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Peter: Nat, could you read me a bedtime story? Natasha: No. Peter: Pretty please? Natasha: The physical expression of the word "please" doesn’t change my answer.
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hybridalex17 · 3 days
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Drew a moment from one of the future chapters, and yeeeeah, the past lizard guy and the current half-goblin guy are trying to find the solution, kinda. XD
Anyways, yes, later on, Curt will join the "circus" and will also try to help by analyzing and running experiments. With the agreement of Pete, of course, but still XP
By the way, it's the first time Curt got a chance to analyze the "change" itself, not that all of this ended well, but yeeeah, lucky guy, I guess. XD
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aintinacage · 2 days
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“Mr. Stark, I don’t feel so good.” — Peter Parker Space | @monthly-challenge
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Treat You 4
Warnings: dark elements, noncon, violence, abuse, other dark elements. Proceed with caution. (Tall!reader)
Note: Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.
Part of The Club AU
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Around noon, you think about leaving. You should head out before you grow bothersome. As you slide your laptop into the crochet bag, that man approaches. The young one with the bright brown eyes.
“You leaving?” He asks. His apron is gone and he has one of the flat cafe boxes in his hands.
“Yeah, should go,” you stand, at least half a foot taller. You slope your shoulders and bend your neck, “got a long way to go.”
“Oh, yeah? You walking?” He asks.
You stare at him, hesitantly nodding.
“I’m done. Half-shift today so… yeah. Um, could I walk with you?”
You blink, “why?”
He chuckles, “because I want to.”
You look down and hook your bag over your shoulder, “you don’t have to… you already gave me the tea–” your lip starts to tremble, “you don’t have to be nice because you think I’m pathetic.”
“I don’t think that,” his tone turns steely, “I just thought… we seem close to the same age and you’re nice so, well, yeah, I don’t have a lot of friends and I was hoping…”
“Oh.”
He shifts his weight on his feet, “oh?”
“I didn’t think…” you trail off and shrug, raising your eyes meekly. “I’m sorry. I hope I didn’t insult you.”
“No, you didn’t. You couldn’t,” he lets himself smile again. “It’s a nice day. I wouldn’t mind a walk.”
“Hm, well, maybe halfway,” you agree.
“Sure.”
You twist your finger in your fist, not sure what to do next. He outstretches his arm towards the door, “you first.”
You slouch and go to the door, pushing outside and stepping quickly out of Peter’s way as you hold it open. He follows and you let go. You turn and head back along your usual route. He catches up and keeps pace with your long legs.
“Do you like strawberries and cream?” He asks as he flips up the lid of the box, “special scones. They’re yummy.”
“Oh, uh, that’s nice but…”
“You haven’t eaten,” he offers the box to you.
“I’m not hungry,” you argue but your belly rumbles in rebellion. You hang your head in embarrassment.
“It’s fine, I just need to save one for May.”
“May? You’re girlfriend?”
“My aunt,” he fills in and takes a scone, shoving it in your direction. “Come on, you think I can finish all these?”
You accept it and chew your lip. You walk to the corner before you dare to take a bite. It crumbles and you try to catch the mess with your hand. It’s so good and sweet it makes your empty stomach squeeze.
“Good?” He asks.
“Mhm,” you hum.
“So, you got a boyfriend waiting at home? You can take one for him.”
“Boyfriend,” you murmur, “no…”
“Ah, not that far in yet.”
“No boyfriend,” you insist.
“Right, well, me too. No boyfriend, no girlfriend,” he laughs.
You’re quiet as you nibble on the scone. You take measured bites, both savouring the taste and trying not to show how ravenous you really are. You don’t often get treats like this. You don’t always eat in a day.
“Shame about your computer. You know, I’m a bit of a techy, I could try to fix it,” he says.
“No, that’s okay, it’s… broken.”
“Never know if you don’t try,” he suggests.
“I can’t pay you to fix it.”
“That’s fine, I didn’t say anything about money.”
“So why would you want to?”
“Well, I thought we were making friends. Friends help each other out.”
“Friends.”
“Yeah, actually, I was gonna ask, do you like video games?” He chimes.
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?” He echoes.
“Never played em.”
“Never… well, guess what? I got a few friends coming over, you could tag along, we could play some MarioKart.”
“Wouldn’t be any good,” you mutter.
“You’d be great,” he insists, “It’s Friday night, if you’re interested. I can give you my phone number.”
“Don’t have a phone,” you grumble, looking away in embarrassment.
“Well, you could have my email.”
“Computer’s busted.”
“Yeah, right, forgot,” he sighs, “well, how about if you’re interested, you could meet me at the cafe on Friday. At three? My shift ends then.”
“Maybe,” you reply evasively and take the last bite of scone.
“You live alone then?” He asks.
“My dad…”
“Oh, that’s cool. Just you and your dad?”
“Mom remarried.”
“Ah,” he accepts coolly, “it’s just me and Aunt May. My parents are gone and Uncle Ben passed a few years ago.”
You gulp as a shiver rolls over you. You feel awful for him. You can complain about your dad’s outbursts but at least he’s still around.
“Sorry.”
“Don’t, please, I’m lucky, I got May and now you, right? Cause we’re friends.”
“Sure,” you stop at the crosswalk and turn to him, “it’s far from here. I can go on my own.”
“I don’t mind.”
“You live around here?” You wonder.
“No, actually, the other way, but I’ve been standing behind a counter all day–”
“You worked. You should go home,” you say.
He sniffs as his smile falls, “do you think you’ll come on Friday?”
You think about it. After all he’s done, the tea, the scone, and just being kind, you shouldn’t say no.
“Okay.”
“Okay? Yay!” He claps his hands and you wince. “I’ll see you Friday at three.”
“Friday,” you confirm, “er, bye then.”
“Bye,” he chirps back, “be safe, alright.”
You hum and cross the street. As you get to the other side, you look back. He stands and watches you. You give a tiny wave and keep going, walking until you’re certain he’s out of sight. 
You hope your dad’s calmed down. He usually has by now. You stop just a block away from the building. You can’t make yourself go any further.
You turn and head down to the small park behind the pharmacy. You find a bench to sit on and bring your bag into your lap. You peek inside, examining the cracked edge of your laptop. You wonder if you still have your library card laying around, though you don’t know if you can scrape up the money to pay for the computer time.
You look up and your head snaps around as you see a spec at the corner of your sight. It’s nothing. Just the old swings and slide. Probably just a robin or piece of trash blowing by.
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