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magewritesstories · 1 year

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I’m not sure if you write for this version of this character in particular but I saw you did an incorrect quote for Harry Osborn, and I was wondering if you could do tasm 2 version Harry Osborn headcanons like a dating him includes?

Harry Osborn // Dating Headcanons

Note: ofc, ofc I would love to share some hc's (btw AU where he doesn't have the Goblin Disease) TW: mentions of fighting, possessiveness (but not in the Wattpad mafia way y'know)

okay so for starters, buckle up for enemies to lovers office romance

but it's one-sided; you dislike him, 'cause y'know he's kinda an asshole, but he just likes teasing you and doesn't actually mean anything he says

after a very drunk confrontation at an office party, you tell him you think he's an absolute asshole, and how much you hate working for him

after a while it just devolves to stupid things you dislike, like the way you hate that he drinks black coffee or that he has to have take-out all the time, or that he just randomly cancels meetings for no apparent reasons

the next day, you just find a box of chocolates on your desk

after that it's a little more smooth sailing

after a few months— which is enough time for harry to fully mourn the death of his dad— things start getting better

he's fully taken over as CEO of oscorp and proven to everybody, that despite the fact that he's young, he's still a good businessman

i imagine it's been a year, and now that you're both fully adjusted to the job, things start getting a little more spicy

at first you don't even notice the change; he puts down a cup of coffee— you're favourite order— on your desk when he arrives at the office, or he asks you to join him in eating take-out when you two are the only ones left in the office after a long day

then it escalates, you complain about the old coffee machines, and he has them replaced, or you offhandedly mention the fact that one of the lifts is always out of order, and the next day you see some poor mechanics who've been working at it all night walk past you, complaining about how much of hardass the "baby osborn" is

your friend is the one that mentions it first; "hey, weren't you complaining about those yesterday?"

at first you just shrug it off, he was being a good boss, so what?

but after a while, it gets into your head anyway

i mean, there are only so many sentences with a flirty undertone a girl can take

so, being you, you decide to outright ask him

"are you flirting with me?"

"i have been for the past three months, but thanks for noticing."

after that he just gives you one of those typical harry osborn smirks and walks off, hands in his pockets 'n everything

Once you guys actually start dating though, he's a total sweetheart

His love languages are most definitely gift giving (giving) and physical touch (receiving)

Speaking of, you bet you're closet goes from being worth 200$ to being worth 8000$ within weeks

It starts off as small things, a cup of coffee on him, or some dinner in the office, just the two of you

But it escalates quickly

By the time you're three month anniversary rolls around, he's bought you just about the entire Jimmy Choo collection, and your amazon wishlist

He remembers everything you tell him, from the fact that you love a certain colour or dislike a certain food, he'll definitely remember

When you tell him you feel bad about the amount of money he spends on you, he just shrugs it off

besides you can pay him back by wearing that Victoria's Secret gift he got you a few weeks ago

Princess treatment all the way

The entire thing, holds your bags, opens the door, has his card out and has paid before you even reach for your wallet

Just loves spoiling you

Dates are usually one of two things:

One: Super extravagant, oh there's this cool restaurant in LA you want to check out when you go there? He has two tickets booked, and he's written it in his agenda for next saturday

Two: Super chill weekend in. The two of you just relax, watch some movies, have breakfast in bed, maybe even some pillow forts if he's feeling fancy, and of course, pillow fights that somehow always end up in make-out sessions

Extremely touch-starved, so will have his hands on you all the time

And he isn't even ashamed about it

Like, y'all will be at dinner, and he'll casually put an arm around your shoulder and pull you closer to him, to the point that you're almost in his lap

"Harry, we're in public!"

"So?"

"People are staring!"

"I reiterate: So?"

Just a sweetheart in general, he loves you and he isn't ashamed of it at all

But of course, there are some downsides too

For starters, he's very unaware of just how privileged he is

He doesn't do it on purpose though, he really doesn't mean to seem like an arrogant jerk. But it just shows

For example, this one time, there was a super sale at Costco, and you were super excited to tell him, and he just stared at you like, "What's the big deal??"

You'd think hanging out with Peter would make him realize that not everyone has the same chances and problems growing up

It gets annoying sometimes, like how he just shrugs off employees overworking themselves with a "So, if they're so stressed, just take a day off."

He's trying though

Secondly, he's extremely possessive, so he gets jealous super easily

For example, the two of you will be at one of his rich people gala's—as you very fondly call them— and this random guy will have a chat with you, normal conversation, but with an obvious flirty undertone

And he'll get very annoyed

"Why didn't you tell him you had a boyfriend?" *insert pout*

"Harry, we were talking about the stock market, where would I just casually add that piece of information?"

He's annoyed for the rest of the night, as well as the car ride home— in which you tell him he's being childish— but the moment you get home he just sighs and tells you he's sorry for overreacting

Those fights usually turn into long night conversations, with tea and blankets

He also has the habit of forgetting dates

This is usually when there's a big project presentation coming up and he's nervous

Usually you don't mind, after all, you've seen first hand how brutal the board can be

But sometimes it's just a little too much, and all the other little things that have been bothering the two of you blow up into one big fight

You're both very stubborn so it just turns into a waiting game of who'll give in first

If he's the one who gives in, he usually turns up at your door with a huge bouquet of your favourite flowers and your favourite chocolates

Definitely the type to drive across the city to get you that one sweet, from that one shop you really like

If you're the one to give in, he'll just pout, and tell you he's still mad

He already gave in the moment you walked in though

He just likes to tease you, but after the third sorry he feels bad and tells you he's sorry for neglecting you too

He likes the idea of communication, and he's trying to get better at it

But when he can't find the words, he just defaults back to buying you stuff

That's how his dad always fixed stuff, so it's the only way he knows

But he tries, because it's you and you deserve nothing less than the best

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heliads · 11 months

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Andrew Peter x Gn reader, simple headcanons if you haven’t done this already 🩷

bless bullet points

masterlist

Even without the fact that he’s Spider-Man, dating Peter Parker is an absolute dream come true

First of all, he is quite possibly The Sweetest Boy in Existence

I’m talking flowers on every date, walking you to your door after each outing, everything you could want and more

He’s also a little lovesick over you (and who wouldn’t be??) so you know he’s practicing his photography by making you his main muse

“It’s not my fault I keep taking photos, you should stop distracting me with your beauty”

You get the drift. He’s obsessed, as he should be

But then… factor in the fact that he’s a literal superhero…

Whenever he saves the city, you are his first priority. End of discussion.

It doesn’t matter how many people are in danger, he’s finding you first and not resting until he knows you’re going to be alright

You are what matters most, not the city, you

Peter’s kind of a vigilante anyway, he’s not lawfully obligated to treat everyone fairly

If he lost you, he would never forgive himself, so Peter ensures that there will never be a situation in which that happens

Outside of danger, though, your boyfriend being Spider-Man is still totally the coolest thing ever

He likes bringing you up to random rooftops so you can sit and look at the skyline for hours

You always forget how cold it is up there, which is of course just an excuse for Peter to ply you with his jackets

When he’s out the next day and sees you wearing his clothes… he is losing his mind I can promise you that

Basically, your relationship with Peter Parker is top tier, and there’s absolutely nothing you would change about it <33

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bigfan-fanfic · 4 months

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I'll Always Worry (Spiderbro x Peter Parker PLATONIC)

Spiderbro taking care of peter after a mission cleaning his cuts, making him dinner and setting a bath for him and listening to him rant about whatever is on his mind also offers cuddles since my peter love language is physical touch

"Where's May?"

"Out. She's gonna be at a F.E.A.S.T. meeting all weekend, so I'm in charge."

Peter nods, and you see him for the first time. "Holy shit, Pete!"

He's covered in scratches, some of which are still bleeding, and didn't even try to get out of his Spider-Man suit, which is practically shredded.

He barely reacts when you snap into action, pushing your laptop aside and half-carrying him to his bed.

You help him get the wretched fabric off, and spend a while cleaning his scratches and cuts.

"Dude, what happened?"

Peter launches into a full on tirade and well, you asked. You sometimes forget that he doesn't have anyone to talk about this stuff with besides you, because your mom will worry about him even more than she already does and his friends don't quite get it

So you let him vent, and ask questions where needed

And watch the tension practically drain out of him as he talks himself all out of steam.

"Well... that sucks, buddy." You chuckle, and are relieved to see Peter smile wanly.

"I should get back out there...." he says softly, and you clear your throat.

"I'm in charge, Pete. Remember? So you're gonna stick right here. You need to recharge your batteries."

"But what if people are out there that I can help? With great power... comes great responsibility."

Your dad was a good man. But you have a feeling that Peter is making his last words into almost a mantra for existence as opposed to the dying words of a man desperately trying to distill all the paternal advice he would be unable to give into something, anything.

"You also have a responsibility to yourself, Peter. And part of having great power is knowing your limits. You can't help anyone if you hurt yourself doing it." you say sternly.

You gently take Peter by the shoulder, and he leans into the touch.

Thankfully, he relents. "I still feel guilty, though."

"Well, feel guilty in a bubble bath. I'm gonna make something for dinner for us, and I want you all melty and relaxed."

He chuckles. "I haven't had a bubble bath since I was a kid."

"You still are a kid, kid." You tease. "So relax, will ya?"

He raises his hands in surrender. "Okay, okay..."

He takes a while, so you go all out with dinner, making some cheese sandwiches, grilled with butter and smeared with a homemade pesto, and with some freshly cut tomato. You make a nice pile of them, and serve them with some soup.

Peter emerges in a loose white shirt and shorts, and he smiles at the meal you've made.

The sound of you two eating dominates the table - the food too good and the comfort too sweet to bother talking.

But finally when seconds and thirds are finished and your bellies almost uncomfortably full, you tell Peter this weekend is a recharge time. No Spider-Man.

You expect him to protest, but instead he nods, and he just... looks so lost.

"I figured we'd catch up with each other over the weekend. You know, order some pizza, play some games, chill."

"I'd like that."

"You wanna watch a movie with me?"

He nods again, and you grin at the eclectic collection of themed Band-Aids dotting his arms and legs.

You both crash on the couch, grabbing some blankets, but very soon, you stretch out an arm, and he leans against you.

Peter melts into the side hug, like he always does. The poor kid seems to crave physical affection.

Remembering when he first came to live with you all, when his parents died... he needed that loving, to make sure he knew he wasn't alone.

He became your little brother then, not just your cousin. And that first night he fell asleep in your arms, you promised yourself you would protect him.

It's become harder to protect him these days, but at least you can be here for this.

Your little brother falls asleep against you, and you let him rest, smiling a little as you watch the movie on a lower volume, watching over him.

#spiderbro reader #spiderman x male reader #peter parker x male reader #headcanon #marvel headcanons #spiderman headcanons #spiderman x reader #peter parker x reader

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sallyastral · 10 months

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peter x miguel hcs! <3333

I ALMOST FORGOT ABOUT THIS ONE OMFG

*ahem*

Hello there, thank you for requesting! Let's get started!

Miguel is probably 99% of the time annoyed by Peter's antics, but he slowly started to get used to them;

The two started hanging out mainly because of Mayday, who got really interested in Miguel and whatever he did;

She sometimes refuses to leave Miguel's side, so Peter has by extension to stay near him;

Let's be honest, we all know Miguel was probably a really good dad to Gabriella, so he of course knows how to deal with a kid;

But not an hyper and anarchic kid like Mayday, so as much as he hates to admit that, he still needed Peter's help;

Peter thought that keeping Mayday too much time around Miguel would soon end up badly, considering his trauma with his lost daughter, and often tried not to interfere too much or bother him;

Miguel on the other hand, really appreciates having both Peter and Mayday around, even though he was and still is a bit too hesitant about getting too close and attached to them;

Mayday is literally his only way to cope Gabriella's loss, so even though he never admitted it openly, Miguel deeply appreciated having her around;

Even though Peter can be quite annoying sometimes, he still gives Miguel that feeling of not being completely alone after all, that little familiar feeling of love and comfort;

Sooner or later, Mayday found herself with two dads;

But hey, as the saying goes.. "two is better than one", am I right?;

Here we are! I hope you enjoyed them and feel free to request some more!

#peter x miguel #miguel x peter #spiderdads #spiderman atsv #spiderman headcanon #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman headcanons #atsv headcanons #headcanons request

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the-lekhika · 10 months

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Pavitr Prabhakar Headcanons

I wanted to write some so here it is. Heavily based on Indian culture & things.

Is a tea addict and would not miss a chance to drink it with Parle G biscuit. Does not like to share but for his s/o, would make an exception.

Calls his love interest “Meri Jaan” (My Life) and hums the song with the same title from Gangubai Kathiawadi.

When he’s feeling somewhat naughty during a conversation; he’d wink and say “I’m not as pure as you think” and grin like he’s made the greatest pun ever (Pavitr means Pure in Hindi)

Long night walks at Juhu beach while eating ice cream or peanuts are his ideal date ideas (he lives in Mumbai after all).

LOVES LOVES LOVES ARJIT SINGH. Sings the “Main Tera” part from Kalank title track when he’s slow dancing with you. Also scrunched his nose at “Love Storiyan” like the rest of us (“what are they making him sing?!”)

Will dramatically sing the dhoomtananananaaaa music at every possible moment.

Once watched Aahat (a popular Indian show about supernatural things) at night as a kid and is now terrified of ghosts.

He will not spare anyone during holi (the Indian festival of colors) do not come near him he will paint you with colors that will not come off for at least a week.

Whenever he’s scared or stressed, he’d mumble “Deva Shree Ganesha” under his breath because the line “darr bhi uss se dara re, jiski rakhwaliya re” [“even fear is scared of the one who is guarded by Him (Lord Ganesh”)] gives him strength

Maggi is the only thing he can cook

More of these would probably come, because I’m never getting over Pavitr Prabhakar and the fact that he’s Indian.

#pavitr prabhakar #spiderman #spiderman india #spiderman across the spiderverse #headcanons #pavitr prabhakar headcanons #spiderman headcanons #desi #desi tumblr #just desi things

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bowieandqueen11 · 9 months

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Tobey!Peter Parker Dating A Plus Size Reader Would Include...

Request: Hello! I know I sent requests for "random request go!" so feel free to ignore me. I was just wondering - I was reading again your Spider-Man stuff (cause it is FANTASTIC <3 ) and I saw that in your note to "Andrew!Peter x Plus Size!Reader" you said that if anybody would ever want to, you'd be willing to write Tobey!Peter x Plus Size!Reader too. I was wondering if that's still the case. Cause if yes, I'd love to see it one day! No pressure of course, you can skip it if you want! Have a great day!

Oh my gosh lovely of course I will thank you so much, I didn't think anyone actually read those notes aha but I'm so happy you did!! Between Across the Spiderverse (which I still haven't seen yet I'm so slow!) and the Insomniac Spiderman trailer I am being well fed :)

Warning: mentions of blood/injury!

(I do not own Spider-Man or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @fmribeiro01.)

☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°

I'm not joking even THINKING about this as a concept is making me squeal because like?? Tobey Peter?? Omg. Absolutely adores you. 24/7, non stop heart eyes motherfcker. Be ready for him to give you looks of such gut wrenching love and vulnerability that you'll just want to squish his cheeks together and kiss his forehead like the puppy he is.

You were 100% Peter's childhood crush, no question asked. You were always invited around to Peter's birthday parties, where the two of you would be thick as thieves for the whole night. Even poor exasperated Harry would find it oddly adorable when it was time to give Petey his cake, and he would bashfully pull out the chair beside him at the table for you to scoot onto. He thought he was so slick, bless his heart, when he reached over to fix your wonky party hat with his tiny shaking fingers, or shyly looked over at the rim of uneven frosting towards you when Aunt May carried out the homemade cake and told him to make a wish. You were always the last one to be picked up, despite living right next door: Ben, the sly old fox, could see how enamoured Peter was. How he had the firmest grip he had ever seen his nephew squeeze out around your arm, and how Peter stood holding the present you had given him in his other hand, not even noticing it because he was too busy fervently nodding and being strung along by every word you would say.

Ben would stall your parents at the door, blocking the way in by pretending to lean on his elbow, and spouting off about whether he was going to paint the living room a periwinkle or an egg shell blue. When your parents finally started to get impatient, you kissed Peter on the side of his cheek and left with a big wave, not really noticing the way he was standing stock-still, his fingers tentatively touching the side of his face and his mouth agape, blubbering like a blow fish. May has never seen him run so fast up the staircase, but Peter's so desperate to curl up alone under his duvet and thank whatever he can think of for making his wish come true, touching the wet imprint of your lips with a revered awe. Eventually, his giggling gets so loud during the night, that Ben has to come out and close over his door so he and May can get at least a little sleep.

A lot of your teenage years is spent with you jumping over your chain link fence in the middle of the night to meet a very anxious looking Peter, whose face quickly grows into a bright smile when he pulls the latest edition of the comic series you've been share-reading out from behind his back. Sitting on the cold tile by his garage, the night would slowly weave diamond dust through the sky, and sparkling joy through the irises of Peter's eye as the two of you stuck your heads together and poured over the pages. Every so often he would have to blink away, pretending he was fixing his glasses because you would catch the side-eye look he was giving you.

By the end of the night, you've fallen asleep, slobbering onto Peter's shoulder. He hasn't moved an inch: as still as marble, and doing his best to hold his breath so he doesn't rustle you, and so he can memorise the way your gratifying weight feels against the side of his shoulder. So he can imprint into his mind how tender your skin feels against his burning neck. It's only when Aunt May comes out to shake the two of you awake from the school bus that he runs into the kitchen all flustered. He grabs his backpack, and says goodbye, but refuses to change his jumper because he can still feel your imprint against the coarse wool.

From time to time that day, you'll peer round the door of your locker to catch him leaning into his, so giddy he's almost vibrating on the spot, which is probably why he's so distracted he bangs his head on the metal top of his own locker door oops.

Lunch that afternoon is even worse! Sitting diagonal across from Peter, you slide into the table next to an already frustrated looking Harry, whose kicking Pete's feet under the table and making incredibly unsubtle raised eyebrow points your way. He's so sick of the way his best friend will spend every minute of his time with you just staring: peering over his fruit pot, blabbering incoherently to himself with ruddy cheeks when he passes you the salt and your pinkie fingers brush, looking at your reflection in his spoon, pretending to stretch his arms and yawn just so he can 'look around the room', which also just so happens to be only the part that you're sitting in. He just wants his friend to be happy, and honestly, he's kind of dumbstruck that the two of you aren't together already, considering his eyes light up like gold-struck dawn every time he sees you.

It's only when Flash Thompson passes by and knocks Peter's elbow out from under him that he finally stops staring over at you. Mainly because his eyes are too busy slamming into his lunch tray, and breaking the bridge of his glasses down hard against his nose. The spell you wisp around his heart is finally broken when the blood starts gushing down his nose, and you have to half-carry him to the medical office. He spends 50% of the time walking there apologising to you, and the other 50% of the time is spent trying to stop his fingers from clenching into your arm. You've tucked him into your side, holding half his torso against you so he can spend most of his effort on pinching his nose, but he doesn't even care that he's swallowing blood anymore, he's so focused on how close he's pressed up against you. The feeling only grows more fervent, more needy, until he's twitching his thighs against the nurse's table to try and get himself to calm down, when you stay with him for the rest of the period to try and wipe some of the blood away. The way you're so close to his lips, the way that your gentle fingers are dabbing so close to his mouth that he can feel his rushing breath brush against your hairs is making him go cross-eyed with how much he's trying to focus on you.

'You know...', you start after a minute, biting your bottom lip nervously as you continued to dab at peter's nostril. 'I have eyes, Petey.'

'I-I know that, silly', he says, his breath coming out in a confused gasp. 'Me too!'

'I- I know you've been looking at me. Because I've been looking at you, too.'

His heart seems to be slamming into the caged cavity of his ribs, and yet everything seems to simultaneously be standing still: caught in a hazy, gliding, wavering dream as you slowly... ever so slowly drop the cloth into the sink, and break through the few inches between the two of you to press your lips against his top one.

For a moment, Peter is so shocked all he can do is widen his eyes, not even processing that the thing he's spent every moment of his waking and sleeping life wishing for ever since he was a child was happening right now. He tries really hard to stop his whole body from shaking, as his silky lashes finally falter shut against the top of your cheeks and he tries to focus his whole attention on the way your plush lip seems to press so perfectly against his own. After a few seconds though, when he hears the clattering of trays fall to the floor and the darkness he was letting himself fall willingly down into seems a little harder to blink out of, he realises the sound was him.

You're worried you've upset him, or stepped too far, or misconstrued his intentions when Peter falls backwards off you, but that's quickly replaced by frantic concern when he starts sliding to the floor. Thankfully, your reflexes are almost as good as his, and you're quick to wrap your arm around his back and cradle his head against your breastbone before he can slam his head against the floor again. He has to spend the rest of the day lying in the office's bed waiting until Uncle Ben can pick him up, but it was completely worth it. As he gazes up at the inane, plastered ceiling, suddenly everything else in life seemed so silly and pointless. All he cared about was rubbing his pointer finger over the wet patch of your saliva still dotted against his bottom lip, his eyes filled with a million bursting stars as he saw beyond the ceiling and into the skies, thanking it for making his birthday wish come true.

The two of you move into his crumby apartment after high school, and honestly? It's the happiest time in Peter's life. Sure, it may be small, and the walls may be flaky and they may shake every time a train rolls past the tracks outside, but every time he comes home to them he's greeted by the memories of the two of you laying against them like when you were kids, falling asleep against each other's heads as you read into the night. Sure, Ditkovich may hound the two of you constantly for rent, and the afternoons may be drowned out by the sound of his friends playing poker a couple of doors over, but they were so easy to forget in the evenings when you turned on your slightly dented radio and made a flustered Peter dance with you across the room, not stopping until you had him held tightly in your arms and he was so embarrassed with his two left feet that he was hiding his head in the curve of your luscious neck.

And sure, you may have picked up pretty quickly that Peter was Spiderman, considering he keeps hopping out the balcony at random hours and leaves his suit sometimes crumpled at the bottom of the closet, but you love him. And he adores you more than anything any universe could throw at him. So life, for the most part, is good.

Honestly, it's so cosy living with him?? Peter literally has spider strength, so he adores it when you lie on top of him in your bed. After a while of just nattering peacefully to each other about your days, winding down by playing with each other's fingers and sneaking kisses through the brackets of your arms, he feels so at peace to feel your weight familiarly resting on top of him. This need increases tenfold after he loses Ben, I think there's something so comforting to him, to know and feel that you're still so close to him, that he can synch the anxious patter of his heart against your own. He's so sweet bless him. he gets so sleepy that his head keeps falling down on top of your own, but he's so quick to lift it up again. He blinks languidly, that honey-sweet, silvery smile shadowed only by the tempered glow of the warm moonlight drifting through the balcony as he tries desperately to keep himself awake, giving his full attention to you.

There's just something about drifting off to the sound of your voice, knowing that for once, he's safe. That he's wrapped up, looked after, comforted by the love of his life. It just feels really nice to be the one coddled from time to time.

Sometimes, you'll jolt awake in the dead of night by the sound of some strange, wistful whispering echoing from somewhere in the near empty room. It takes your brain a little whirring time to realise it's coming from the hand that's spooning your waist, and the nose that's pressed tightly against the back of your thigh. Turns out Peter spends a lot of his sleepless nights tracing over your stretch marks, nestling down your back and reverently dancing his fingers up and down the tiger stipes on your waist. Every so often, he would rub his nose against their aureate lines in a fond kiss, gingerly resting his cheek against your bare skin again as he tried not to wake you up. What really made your heart melt, though, was the way an awe-struck 'wow' would slip from his lips in such a reverential tone, that Peter became so overwhelmed and could do nothing else but leave a small kiss against the side of your leg, dotted by slick tears.

This man picks you up on his scooter after your shift at work, mainly because 1) you are a much better driver than him, and it actually gets home in one piece rather than being tangled under a car wheel somewhere, and 2) when he's super stressed he finds it so comforting to wrap his arms around your side and press his forehead tightly into your back, letting the whole world melt away until nothing but whirling air and the scent of you is left. He always arrives outside your office building ten minutes early, making your secretary laugh when she spots him straightening his best flowery tie in the reflection of the waste bin by the bench outside. He has his best suit on, freshly pressed, and is nervously stepping from foot to foot with a crumpled bouquet of roses in his hand, like a teenager waiting to ask his crush to prom.

Every. Single. Day. You honestly just wait for the secretary to buzz you so you can grab your coat and run outside; you know far too well that Peter either dumps his Spidey suit through the window, or just wears his proper suit underneath so he isn't late. Doesn't matter if he has to catch five buses from the Daily Bugle, or has to 'borrow' his moped from 'Joe's Pizza' to get there on time, he's always there. And he always wants to look his best for you, even though he's still so surprised that someone as ethereal as you would even bother to look his way that he has to shuffle a handkerchief out of his trouser pocket and dab at the sweat beading on his forehead.

It's either that, or Peter scaring the bejesus out of you by picking you up with his webs. You'll just be minding your own business, walking down the sidewalk on your way back from your lunch break, only to be hoisted, screaming into the air and past an equally petrified looking pigeon. Peter does feel bad the first time he did this, since you were screaming the whole time he swung you, but you've settled into a better routine now. You've found it easier to watch the scattered tiles of churches and the blurred crests of building whiz by while you're holding on tightly to his waist, and your feet are firmly pressed on top of his own so he can keep you steady against him. I mean, you might still bury your head into his shoulder blade in absolute terror, but he makes it up to you by landing you down gracefully on top of your office a couple of minutes before you go back in.

The adrenaline from swinging about New York makes the kisses far more heated, and it's always helpful to have a little privacy when you pull the edge of his latex mask harshly up past the bridge of his nose and nearly knock him flying over the cornerstones with how fervidly you smash your lips against him. His arms instinctively come to wrap around you, and even he's grown a little more emboldened by the knowledge that you actually do love him and this isn't some cruel villain trick or high school prank, to open his mouth and press his tongue lovingly against yours. He never wants to let you go, so before he lets you go back to your job he gives you a tight hug, and presses a million warm little kisses in a treasure trail down the pulse point in your neck.

This man literally has like... two outfits, so he's constantly wearing your clothes! Surprise! You come home to find him sitting criss-cross on the bed, face bruised and tired worn from his latest clash with Doc Ock, but your sweatshirt tucked over him and lifted up against his cheeks like a little hidden koala bear. Surprise! You plan a surprise birthday party for him with Aunt May, only for him to turn up after work wearing one of your jumpers! It's just so snug, and homey, and it reminds Peter of when he was ten years old; when you came round to sleepover, and the two of you would crash on his mat after spending so long pouring through and excitedly talking about the new quantum theories in the science magazines he used to buy with his pocket money, Peter would shuffle up beside you. With a sharp breath, he would tentatively turn on his side and pray he wouldn't wake you up, curling into the foetal position. With a smile like dawn breaking through the soft tufts of a cloud, he would press his nose into your shoulder and just breathe you in, hoping he would never forget it as long as he lived.

This man loves to take you out dancing, mainly so he can grin wildly and show you off to every other customer in the restaurant. Every time he passes the waiter, or the Maitre d', he points wildly at your back and mouths ecstatically 'that's my Y/n!'. He legitimately pools all the money he's made from the photography, and from the pizza delivery together so he can take you to a fancy restaurant uptown. He feels so nervous when he gets up with that breathless smile and offers you his hand, but all his troubles just immediately melt away once he feels your hand brush over the strands of hair at the nape of his neck. He falls against you, easily caught just like he was all those years ago. Your fingers feel so soft, so perfect as they slot between his own, although his left hand never stops rubbing over the supple skin of your waist as he sways the two of you back and forth in time to the dream-like lullaby of the string quartet.

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hobiebrownismygod · 6 months

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Headcanon: Pavitr knows Kalaripayattu and uses it when he fights

History:

Kalaripayattu is an ancient form of martial arts that was specifically designed for the battlefield. It originated in a state named Kerala, in South-western India and is actually fairly similar to Kung-Fu.

In the 13th-16th century, Kalaripayattu was a way of life in Kerala, believed to have been often taught to children as customary training. However, after the British Invasion and imperialism of India, Britain set laws in place to quell any possibility of Indian rebellion, preventing people from practicing or training in this martial art form. After this, it was only taught and practiced in very rural areas in order to avoid confrontation with the law.

Eventually, in the 1920s, it was revived and during a period of traditional rediscovery. There was a rise in the number of Kalaripayattu schools and Kalaripayattu presentations gained a lot of popularity. Now, although still not as well-known as many of the other Asian martial arts, it is a widely-known martial art form in South India and practiced by many.

It is also believed to be the oldest surviving martial art in the world, with a history spanning over 3000 years.

Style:

Like most martial arts, Kalaripayattu focuses on mind over body. Having complete control over your mind is essential to being able to succeed in mastering this art.

Ashtha Vadivu are 8 poses derived from the instinctual movements of wild animals, poses that were designed to make your body more flexible and powerful. They also help the student develop balance and stability.

Maithari are 18 different exercises practiced to achieve peak physical fitness and heightened reflexes. By practicing these, one can strengthen their body and their mind in order to be able to properly participate in combat situations.

Kalaripayattu also involves the usage of different kinds of weapons. Spears, swords and shields are all used, along with maces and really any weapon that can slash, stab or cut. Special wooden whips, knives and staffs can also be used.

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This is an example of a Kalaripayattu tournament!

Headcanon:

In the comics, Pavitr was often bullied because of the fact that he came from a small town and wore different clothes than the other boys in Mumbattan. He was given his powers by an ancient Yogi, gaining the magical powers of a spider.

Because Kalaripayattu is very spiritual and based off the religious myths, it would make sense for Pavitr to incorporate it into his fighting style! I think he would've learned it prior in order to protect himself from his bullies, and eventually began to use it when he fought villains as Spider-man as well.

Its a lethal fighting style with weapons, but in hand-to-hand combat, wouldn't be as deadly so it would make sense for Pavitr to use it when he fights, in order to defend himself or strike his enemies.

Just random thoughts <3

Sources below the cut!

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mysadcorner · 2 years

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(Tom Holland) Peter Parker Dating Headcanons

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• Peter would be pretty bashful the first time he saw you. He’d practically have a crush at first sight on you, and regardless of how strong and capable he is you always manage to make him shy.

• He’s one of the most emotional people you could ever meet, and almost everything he does is motivated by his feelings for those around him and what he believes to be right. Because of this you can expect him to be very romantic, and actually quite understanding of what you may be going through much better than the majority of people.

• Peter as a boyfriend is a huge mix of both silly and serious. He’s been through so much trauma in his life that he can spot a serious situation from a mile away, but he also knows just the right way to cheer you up and keep you in a positive mood. It’s a wonderful combo as he’s pretty good at determining what’s right for the situation when he really needs to.

• he’s on the road and travelling a lot, and that’s much more than he usually wants to. Peter would much rather spend time at home with you and the closest people to him while relaxing, but that doesn’t mean the thrill of helping others isn’t enjoyable. He’s always trying his best to make sure you don’t miss him too much (but he honestly misses you so much that he’s constantly lonely and border line sad when you’re far away).

• Peter would happily give up his own life in order to protect you from literally anything and has come to accept this fact a long while ago. He’d hate ti ever put you in danger so he’s definitely secretive about his second life when you first get ti know him deeply - although, this doesn’t really last for long as he feels very guilty keeping things from you.

• Rather than bringing up his adventures and fights with villains at any chance he can get, Peter actually enjoys the mundane and simple things in his life. Doing homework with you, or going out for lunch is definitely something he enjoys and are some of the happiest memories he has of you.

• PDA always makes him shy no matter how much the two of you do it, and he wouldn’t be against it unless you were going absolutely overboard and making people stare or feel uncomfortable. Peter would much rather keep that kind of intimacy for when the two of you were alone.

• Although Peter didn’t have much experience regarding relationships when you two started dating, he definitely is a quick learner. Because of his abilities he catches onto things quickly and is easily doing things better than the average person. Peter is also a great listener, so tell him what you like and he’ll stick to it.

• Peter doesn’t enter a relationship if he doesn’t think it’ll last long. He definitely wants a long term partner that he can see himself settling down with and having a happy future together (including kids and a potential marriage). He wouldn’t like you to feel forced into this, but it’s definitely something you both need to have in common before things get truly serious.

• He would be absolutely torn to shreds if the two of you broke up, and he wouldn’t be himself for a very long time. When in a relationship Peter gives his entire self to his significant other, so the thought of not being enough or not being lived anymore affects his performance in anything. Both his education and life as Spiderman would need to have a break because of the recovery he needs.

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cosmic-glow · 6 months

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Notes: Peter once again couldn't make it to your party, but what will his reaction be when he finds out that Spider-Man appeared on your porch that night?

Warnings: Peter Parker x gn!reader; endless; bad language; loving declaration (from the reader); Fluff; SFW.

Luckily it wasn't as messy as you thought it would be, especially because it was a small party, just for close friends, you were sweeping the floor and you couldn't deny that you were really upset. A discouraged sigh left your lips when you finished collecting the trash, the house was clean again and you were tired. Went upstairs to sleep after taking a shower and putting on your pajamas, but couldn't. The more you turned in bed to sleep, the more irritated you became.

Peter had sworn to you that this time he would be able to go to the party, you were happy and organized everything with him in mind, but again he didn't show up and this time he didn't even respond to your messages with a lame excuse. You were tired of it, he had been your best friend for years but he suddenly started becoming distant, like he was running away from you. And it was hurting you more than usual because... Because you were in love with Peter. You hid it as much as you could because you didn't want to ruin your friendship, but it seems that in the end he was committed to leaving you behind.

Frustrated with the negative thoughts that were taking away your sleep, you got out of bed and went to the balcony, the fresh night air might calm you down. Everything was silent, a little cold, but peaceful. Wrapped up in a blanket, you sat on a cushion and watched the night, wondering if you had done something wrong that made Peter pull away.

- It's a beautiful night today, right?

A male voice beside you quickly pulled you out of your thoughts, alertly, you turned to find the last person you expected to see there: Spider-Man. In the classic red suit, sitting on the railing just a few centimeters from you, he watched the sky, ignoring your look of astonishment, you hadn't even heard him approach.

- Yes... I think so... - you got up to stand next to him - ... But... What are you doing here?

- I was passing by and I noticed that you were looking sad, did something happen? - he looked at you, his voice seemed strangely familiar.

A silence hung between the two of you, you thinking about whether you should really tell a stranger what was troubling your heart, he didn't insist, he just waited.

- It's just... I threw a party for some of my friends, but my best friend didn't show up, even though he swore he would come - you looked away from him, feeling like a huge idiot for saying that out loud.

- Ah, how annoying... Well, maybe something unexpected happened, right?

- Yes, I know, the problem is that it's not the first time. It seems like he always has unforeseen events! He always has an excuse to stay away from me! And... And I don't know what to do, it's like I did something wrong...

- You didn't do anything wrong! - you looked at him - I mean, you must have done nothing wrong, he might just... - he searched for words - ... is going through something difficult and doesn't want to tell anyone, or can't...

The silence from before returned, you analyzing the situation better with this new point of view.

- But... If it's something so serious and he can't handle it, he should tell someone, right? Not all responsibilities need to be handled alone and, I may be being selfish, but I wanted him to trust me to tell because... - you thought about whether you would say it, but considering that the conversation had already gotten this far, you continued - ... Because I love Peter, much more than just a friend.

The feeling that you shouldn't have revealed what you just said only grew with the silence of the man next to you, him not knowing what to say only made you more shy, thinking that he must thought you were a huge idiot. But in reality it was the complete opposite, beneath the mask, Peter was in a state of shock, too surprised to answer anything, he had no idea that you were in love with him just like he was with you, his heart was beating hard against his chest, screaming to reveal that he loved you too, his brain had to speak very loudly for him to understand that he needed to maintain the disguise for your safety, now more than before.

- He must like you too then... Maybe he just didn't tell you because it's not that simple - he relaxed next to you - to be honest, things are almost always not as simple as we imagine.

His laugh then relaxed your nerves and made you laugh along with him, thinking that maybe you were putting too much pressure on your friend, demanding too much from him, maybe if you tried to get closer again in another way it would be more effective, maybe he would even tell you what is happening.

- Thank you for listening to me, Spider-Man - you said after they stopped laughing - it's no wonder they call you "neighborhood friend", right? - smiled at him.

As Peter loved that smile, he felt his heart become lighter and he forgot for a moment about all the problems he had when you smiled.

- Well, if you need to talk again, just call, I usually stop by here so I'll keep an eye out - he joked as he got up - Good night, Y/n - he said before launching a web and disappearing between the buildings.

The next day, you went to school, excited to tell Parker what had happened last night, he worked in the Avengers tower so it probably wasn't new to meet a superhero, but for you it was.

- Peter! - you called and when he turned around you waved at him, who walked over to you.

- Y/n, I'm sorry that I couldn't make it to your party yesterday and that- you interrupted him.

- No, it's okay, do you know why? Guess who showed up!

- I have no idea - he smiled at your excitement.

- Spider-Man! - you whispered.

- Was Spider-Man at your party? - he asked in surprise.

- Not at my party, but he appeared on my balcony and we talked.

- And he... Did you think he was cool? - he crossed his arms a little uneasily.

- Oh, yes, he seemed like a really nice guy... There was just one strange thing...

- What? - he asked anxiously.

- Somehow he knew my name, but I didn't tell him or had ever met him before.

"Shit!" Peter thought, how could he have made such a trivial mistake?! He calmed down before you noticed his nervousness and put the pieces of the puzzle together right there.

- He's the neighborhood friend, he must know everyone's name - he shrugged.

- Hm... I don't know, maybe he knows me, who'll know who he is beneath the mask, right? - You smiled.

- Yeah... Who'll know.

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sunwarmed-ash · 8 months

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It is wednesday my spidey-dudes, dudettes and thudes.

Here's some of my personal headcanons(that no one asked for) when it comes to all things Spideyverse (and also the link to all my😈🌶️😎 spider fanfics)

Spiderman/Peter Parker is bilingual, bisexual, and a verse

J.K. Simmons is the face and voice for JJJ. Period.

MJ Peter and Felicia are in/have been in a polycule

There are no other Norman Osborn's, only Defoe.

Peter Parker and Harry Osborn are in love with each other (whether they admit it outloud or not. Growing up closeted and queer between 2002-2014 made all those nuanced interactions between P.P. and H.O. SO IMPORTANT FOR ME!!!

Gwen Stacy is trans AND bisexual

Eddie/Venom, Wade Wilson, and Matt Murdock are all ex's of Peter's who still remain strong Spiderman allies

Every member of the ATSV movie has a MASSIVE crush on beef hunk Miguel, but I think Miles, Hobie, and Peter B Parker have it the worst 😆

Pavitr has single handedly the coolest way to 'web travel'

That one news anchor that has somehow NEVER aged and shows up in all three live action universes is a shapeshifting God and we must harness his energy.

thanks for listening to my rambles, here's the promised smut ✌️

Follow my blog and tags #sinful sunday #sinful sunday post for new works! I post new stuff every Sunday night at 10PM MDT

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lacedinweb22 · 8 months

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Desperate to breed, desperate for your scent ༶ Miguel O'Hara headcanons nsfw 18+

⊹ He’ll sneak your used underwear out of your hamper, keeping them out on his desk in his home office, sniffing them to soothe his stress and nerves, but mostly when he’s craving you. He’ll imagine you, squirming and whining as he eats you out. He’ll imagine how you taste, remembering how your fresh heat smells, as his nose rubs against your throbbing bud, all while keeping his nose pressed against your lace panties. He gets off on it. He’ll try to control himself, but every now and then, he’ll release a shameful load into them, imagining his tight, lacy fist were you, though he knows too well it’ll never compare. After you search all over your apartment for them, he’ll return them in a week, now freshly washed and ready to be wet again. You roll your eyes when he returns them to you, as he defends himself, “couldn’t help it, mamas, you smell too good to wash away so soon,” he’ll shrug, kissing your neck, “I just needed to savor it.”

⊹ Miguel is animalistically desperate for you when you’re ovulating. He fights to ignore his dirty thoughts, but his heightened senses make your hormones smell one million times stronger, the sweet musky smell driving him insane. He usually keeps his distance, trying not to overwhelm you with his intense desire, but mostly fails and ends up smothering you on these special days, which you don’t mind. He’s always obsessed with you, but those days, he’s like a desperate animal, craving your taste and your wet warmth.

⊹ He wants to make sure it takes. After filling you up with his hot thick liquid, he’ll finger you, curling his fingers back up into you, pumping his seed back into you, hoping it’ll stick and make you plump with his child in a few months time. He doesn’t even realize/acknowledge how obsessive he can be about it; it’s natural to him. You moan, concealing your smile, as you let him satisfy his instinctive desires.

⊹ He lends you t-shirts to wear and sweat in for one whole week, knowing your scent and musk will be absorbed into it. He makes it a job for you to complete, handing it to you, expecting his shirts back in one week, drenched in your scent. When he goes home, he puts one on immediately and wears it as pajamas all week until the smell wears off.

⊹ He loves the smell of your sweat. Especially the sweaty essence you bring home after you work out or after a long summer day. He’ll embrace you right at the door, digging his nose into your neck, or burying his head into your chest and underarms. When you resist out of embarrassment or exhaustion, he begs and whines for you to let him smell you all over, asking to help you undress for your shower so he can smell you all the way up until you wiggle out of his grasp and begin to shower the long day off of you. As he undresses you, he buries his face into every corner of you. He’ll kneel down, undressing you, pressing his nose in between your inner thighs, inhaling and humming against your skin. You can’t help but blush and giggle at his simple, kind of embarrassing but harmless requests. He’s obsessed and addicted to you, and you love it. It reassures you that he craves your skin and entire existence as much as you crave him.

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