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multiverseprincess · 6 months

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slightly toxic!ex!bf peter parker (gaslighter)

you can think of any Peter Parker you fancy <3, I personally am obsessed w ps5's version atm

he knows it's fucked up, he broke up with you for a reason- a reason that's unavoidable to him. he needs to keep you safe and protected, even if it's not with him and when the sinister six start their plotting, pulling him down to his knees he does it- he breaks it off, but not before he pushes you away.

it starts small, missed calls, texts and then missed movie nights, work parties and then, it escalates to missed dates, missed hangouts with your family or may, missed hangouts with your friends until he starts being a no- show when you need him the most.

he thinks it would make it easier, to dissappoint first and let you down slowly, before he has to deliver the finishing blow.

he says it's for your own good, and as you look at him with glassy eyes, tears threatening to fall over your lashes, he closes his eyes for a minute- "it's for her own good, it's for her own good, it's for her own good", before he hears a sniffle from you, and opens his eyes. he's met with a steeled gaze, teary but angry. it's good he thinks, he can take the anger- as long as you're away from him and safe.

"you're a coward, peter parker", you say, standing for a good minute to see if he'd react but he only looks down- trying not to cry, pained to hear those words from you.

you, who'd always said that if he was anything then that was good, you, who vented about jameson's malice filled reports about spiderman and said- "spiderman gives hope to the people, he fights the good fight, NYC is grateful to him and jameson can get his head out of his ass if he ever wants to take it to the streets".

he hates that your spunk is now driven to hurt him, intentionally or unintentionally, he deserves it either way he thinks, and he'd take it- he'd take it a hundred times over just so you'd be safe and protected, just so you'd live your life, live up to your potential as you always do.

the hope he gives, an extension of the hope he'd seen you give to him generously, kindly and gently. from the day he met you he knew he'd give his heart to you- to keep and to break.

he's honored regardless to have his heart kept in the safety of your palms and then crushed to pieces in between them, even though he guided the motions.

it's worth it he thinks, even if both your hands are tainted with crushed hope and a love that he feels he no longer deserves- 'its for her own good'.

psst: I made a part two

#peter parker fics #peter parker ps4 #peter parker angst #peter parker x reader #across the spiderverse #into the spider verse #marvel #peter 1 #peter 3 #peter parker #peter 2 #peter parker x poc!reader

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yns-world · 11 months

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3:31 am.

"i'm sorry, baby."

y/n ran her black claws across peter's masked face, caressing his cheeks.

he was powerless against her touch, and he went still as he burned each second into his mind. that was all he could do in this game of cat and mouse— she would give him a taste and then run away.

and like actors reciting a scene by heart, y/n pulled up peter's mask to reveal his lips. but before she could plant her final remark, peter pulled off his entire mask and took her face into his hands, pouring all of his soul's love and affection into that kiss.

if you enjoyed this, please reblog. we all know that likes don't do anything to help a creator.

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#yns world #ps4 spiderman x reader #spider man x reader #spiderman x reader #spiderman imagine #ps4 spider man x reader #ps4 peter parker x reader #peter parker ps4 #peter parker ps4 x reader #ps4 spiderman

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anincurableich · 10 months

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Why is there zero content of them?

this ship deserves more tbh. They don’t even have a little nickname or anything that separates them from mcu or itsv so they don’t get confused with peter b parker and tom hollands peter parker (despite the facial similarites the games are not part of the mcu so its not the same peter) or vice versa with miles morales from itsv. (Yet)

So, im calling them insomniac peter and insomniac miles or insomniac spideymiles.

Something like that? Since insomniac games is the company behind the games.

Edit: i look so stupid trying to give them a name when i didnt realize they are already called insomniac bro 😭 just ignore that bit and focus on the ship!!!

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what-the-f-is-going-on · 11 months

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I cant believe Insomniac gives us Yuri Lowenthal as aggressive Peter Parker with the symbiote and growly angry voice and violent fighting and worried for him Miles only to have that abomination face under the mask not even a mother could love

#spiderman #spiderman insomniac #peter parker #spiderman ps4 #spiderman ps5 #peter parker ps4 #miles morales #yuri lowenthal #peter parker ps5 #BRING MY BOY BACK #WHY GIVE ALL THIS JUST TO TAKE IT BACK I CANT WATCH THAT IMPOSTER #spiderman 2 #ifg

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spiderdeli · 6 months

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Spider-Men

#spider man #peter parker #miles morales #insomniac spiderman #spiderman ps4 #spiderman ps5 spoilers #marvel #spider man fanart

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hanasnx · 6 months

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MINORS DNI 18+ WARNINGS: sexual content | booty calling spider-man :)

PETER PARKER doesn't understand why he keeps letting you do this to him. Over and over again you tell him friendship is all you want, yet at the late hours of the night— since you know he's already up— you ask if he can afford a break. Like an idiot, he swings by. Doesn't even get the chance to take off the suit before you're shoving him down into a seat, straddling him to rub yourself all over his bulge.

"Hey, easy," he tells you, "you're gonna leave a wet spot." To protest you, his gloved hands cup the plush flesh of your backside, lifting you over him. That spider-strength has you weak in the knees, eagerly latching onto his neck over the cloth. A gasp emits from him as he maneuvers his erection from the confines of his suit and you mouth at his pulse point.

"Want- you, Spider. Need you." At the invoke of that nickname, he lulls his head back and you bite onto him in your enthusiasm. A delicious and low groan pours from his throat, from both the sensation and anticipation of being inside you again. Obediently, he lowers you, nudging your entrance with the head of his cock until he feels a give. You suck in a breath to feel that stretch, no one stretches you like Peter does.

"Fuck," he drags out the word, slowly reintroducing you to his every inch. Impatiently, you push down, as if you could ever hope to overpower him. The man has lifted buses. "Wait a second, baby, wait," His fingers dig into your skin, warning you that you're going too quick for your sake.

"I can't wait any longer, you took so long getting here," you whine, burying your nose into the crook of his shoulder. You can smell his sweat through it, the musk of recent exercise, prowling the streets of Manhattan looking for trouble. "Just fuck me already?"

Pete can't believe this is working on him. Yet again bowing to your whims because he's that desperate for your attention, that desperate for your touch. He can't lie, your impetuous begging for him and his dick strokes more than his ego, length twitching while half-seated inside you. "You want it that bad?" his tone betrays his hope.

"Yes! Yes, please, Pete," With your plea, your grip on him inflects with your syllables, rutting your body against him for any kind of friction, while his halt remains infallible. No matter how you wiggle, he won't let you sink further. At first it was to keep you from hurting yourself, now it's because he likes hearing your bargain for him. Those addicting lips glide up to his ear, and he can feel your breath on the shell of it through his mask. "Need my friendly neighborhood Spider-Man."

"You're gonna pull that card? Seriously?" his indignant question is adversely punctuated with a buck up into you and you cry out. It got you fucking wet. It spurs him on, working himself up to a steady pace as he fucks you. He can hear the sounds of the city through the open window, if sirens flew by right now he's not sure he'd have the strength to leave you.

Putty in his hands, your body acts as fluid as he uses it, and you're so grateful you reached out to him. Fucking a superhero is thrilling enough, but fucking Spider-Man has a perk you can't pass up. That spider bite may have gifted an extra couple inches to his cock, but you're more interested in his power to fuck you like a sex toy. Along for the ride, you bounce on him because he's moving you. Like you're nothing. Out of instinct, your lips clumsily find his on the cloth as you brush noses. Your tongue peeks out, the felt drying the tip and his lips shift under your touch.

Breathless and amused, he asks, "Are you trying to french me through the mask again?"

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mustasekittens · 7 months

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catching harry up on what happened in the city since he's been gone

#spiderman 2 ps5 #mustasekittens #insomniac spider man #they ran out of space on the bench #that wont stop peter “definitely not spiderman” parker #im so excited for this fucking game #spiderman ps4 #insomniac peter parker #insomniac mary jane watson #insomniac harry osborn #earth 1048 #my art #sketch #petermj #parksborn #petermjharry #parksbornson #harrymj

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int-writersmind · 5 months

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Fragile

Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: The first night you and Peter are intimate together...

Part 3 of Potential Customer (could be read as a standalone)

Warnings: Smut, smut, (semi-dirty) Smut, unprotected sex (whoops), little Fluff at the end

Word Count: 1.7k

Authors Note: This series started off pretty gn w/ the Reader so I tried my best to carry that on w/ this part. Forgive me if isn't that great, I'm a cis woman trying her best, Enjoy!

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“Is this ok?” Peter asks.

“Yes. It. Is. You flop against your bed, elbows holding yourself up, slowly opening your legs, giving Peter space to situate himself in between. He stands there for a moment looking you up and down before leaning over you. “Are you down?”

“Hell yes.”

He quickly kisses you on your lips before going to your neck, peppering more down your throat. Your fingers go to the front of his shirt, pushing the buttons through the loops. His hands go to your pants, slowly unbuttoning, then pushing them down. You peel off his shirt as you reach the last of the buttons, his hands trailing up your body, bringing your shirt upwards and over your head. He brings his hands down your body, down your chest, fingers gliding over your skin, leaving goosebumps in their absence. His fingers wrap around the waistband of your pants, pulling them off in one easy swoop.

As your hands go towards Peter’s pants you catch him looking you up and down, his eyes practically memorizing your skin. “Gosh, you’re making me nervous…” You say.

Peter’s eyes immediately go to yours, “I don’t mean to, just…taking everything in” He goes towards your ear, dropping his voice to a whisper. “I’m making sure I don’t forget a single thing.” You chuckle as you push his pants down, Peter helping, making sure it comes off. Your fingers creeping towards Peter’s waistband are going to pull them down— ”You sure? Last chance to change your mind.”

“Whatever you’re hiding, Peter Parker, I wanna see.” You push his underwear down all the way, fighting the urge to look down. You fail, of course, face turning red, you bring your eyes back up to meet Peter’s. He kisses your smirk away, bringing a hand in between your legs, touching you in ways that make your eyes shut, his hand movements making you gasp and struggle under his touch. “Oh..my…”

Peter’s hands pick up the pace, causing that heat in the low of your stomach to grow. You feel yourself reaching your peak before Peter takes his hand away, causing you to groan in response. “...Not yet” Peter whispers, bringing his hand up to his mouth and licking away your excess from his fingers.

His hands take your hips and pull them closer to him, one hand gripping onto your hip, the other guiding himself inside of you. You wince the deeper he goes, and you gasp, going to clutch his shoulder.

“Am I hurting you?” Peter whispers.

“Oh god no,” You bring one hand to his face and using the back of your hand softly graze his face. “I don’t think you could ever hurt me.”

Peter bends down, placing a kiss on your lips as he starts to move, slowly at first, gentle, perhaps a little too gentle for you.

“I’m not fragile, you know?” Your voice is low and soft.

“I know.”

“You’re not gonna hurt me.”

“I know.”

“Then Peter,” You grip his chin, keeping his face straight on yours. “Pick up the fucking pace.” You both laugh as Peter does in fact take your suggestion into consideration, snapping his hips into you, causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head.

As Peter keeps up the pace, he grips your headboard, leaving a slight dent in the metal that you don’t notice until the next day. His head falls into the crook of your neck, nipping at the sweaty skin.

Your hands graze his back, feeling the curves of his moving muscles, fingers falling into the dip of his shoulder blades. One hand going to the low of his back, slowly pushing downward, giving him permission to go deeper, opening more of yourself to him.

Peter looks down, his hair damp causing it to curl and stick to his forehead, his sweat making him almost glow. Your eyes catch one another, neither one of you daring to break contact. The arm resting on the headboard falls to rest next to your head, the other caressing the side of your leg. Peter slows the pace, but not the pressure. “Oh god, I-” Peter struggles to get out. “I-”

One of your hands snakes their way from nape to scalp, gently massaging his roots. “Tell me what you want.” You respond.

“I-uh-” His head dips forward to kiss you, on the chin first, then the side of your face, to behind your ear. “God-I-”

You gently tug his head backward so that your eyes are finally meeting together once again, his movement stills for a moment. “I want you to use your words, sweetheart.”

Peter laughs at this, “I think I’m the one that is supposed to say that.”

“But where’s the fun in that?” You move up and gently bite him on the ear, “Plus I can’t imagine you saying that.”

Peter growls just slightly, “There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me” His mouth moves to your ear, “Like all the naughty things I want to say to you, want to do to you.”

The two of you look at one another again, holding intense eye contact before breaking out into laughter. “Well, so? Do I get the part?” Peter asks.

“Shut the fuck up…”

The two of you embrace in a hot, messy, kiss, your arm hooking him closer, tongues entering each other's mouth.

“I want you,” Peter says between gaps of kissing, breathless, “Not just now, but every night, just like this.”

The two of you break away from one another, Peter looking down smiling such a genuine smile that you couldn’t help but blush from this intimacy, from his vulnerability. Thank god you didn’t call out of work that day.

“Ditto.” Was all you managed to say, you smiled back, causing him to chuckle and grin in response.

You turn on your stomach, Peter placing kisses down from the nape of your neck down to your tailbone. He gently lifts your hips, before guiding himself into you once again.

A sigh falls from your lips at the familiar feeling inside of you, Peter’s hips crashing into you, pressing you into the bed farther and farther, one hand going between your legs, pleasuring yourself.

Peter’s head leans down, resting on your shoulder, his moans and groans turning you on more than anything he was doing physically. One of your hands, resting on the bed, is soon covered by Peter’s, his hand interlocking with yours, squeezing, and squeezing and squeezing–

“Ow, Peter-”

Peter quickly stops everything, lifting his head from your shoulder. “Oh God, I, I-”

“Hey,” You turn your head, craning to see his worried face. “Accidents happen, and remember I’m not fragile.” You turn on your back once more, careful to not let him slip out of you. “Just keep your eyes on me, babe, keep your eyes on me.

You hold his face in both your hands, pulling him for another kiss on the lips, then another on one side of his face “Darling,” Than another on the other side, “Honey,”

“God, we gotta talk about this obsession with pet names,” Peter responds, the panic finally leaving his face.

You giggle back, “Only after you fuck me like you did earlier.”

You hold each other's attention as Peter does just that, eyes never leaving each other, noses so close that with every thrust his nose brushes against yours. You bring one hand in between your legs, making quick work to bring yourself back to the edge, so close you could trip into pleasure. “Ah, ah- oh god, Peter…”

Waves of pleasure spread throughout your body, the heat that built in the lower part of your stomach spreading to every inch. You throb against Peter inside you, with him continuing his pace, until he’s burying his head in the crook of your neck, groaning as he releases inside of you, pressing your bodies against one another.

Letting some of his body weight on you, Peter lifts his head so he can look at you, glancing back, spent, but happy.

Seemingly untired from the whole ordeal, Peter climbs up your body kissing you again, deeply, passionately, as if he didn’t know you would escape and never come back.

Tired, you kiss back, running your hands through his hair as you do so. As Peter finally looks into your eyes. “God we are so sweaty.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, “You’re so fucking…I don’t even…I don’t even know.”

Peter takes himself out of you, shifting so he lays next to you, leaning over to look at you. “You know what? I’m gonna have to wash that dirty mouth of yours.”

“Oh please,” You go to thwack Peter on the forehead with your pointer finger flicking from your thumb. “Weren’t you the one that had naughty things to say to me?”

He catches your wrist effortlessly, placing a kiss on the inside, “Doesn’t count, I was under a lustful haze.”

“Fuck you!” You say, laughing as his head turns to face you.

“You already did.”

You roll your eyes before sitting up and placing a kiss on Peter’s lips. “Don’t go anywhere I gotta pee.”

And you do so, as Peter remains on the bed, arms crossed behind his head, an image that makes you chuckle as you come back. “God, you-you look even better now.”

“You’re only saying that ‘cause I’m literally naked.” You climb back in bed, turning to lay on your side to face him.

“Maybe,” He turns to his side as well, “But I would say that to you even if you wore twenty layers of the heaviest of snow clothes.”

“Yeah maybe to yourself”

“Ugh, just get over here!”

The two of you just laugh as Peter pulls you into his chest, turning you around so that your back is now flush against his chest.

“Ugh, Pete, I’m sticky and hot.”

“I really don’t care.”

You reach back to play once again with his hair, “But I’m sweaty, so, so sweaty.”

“God, you could say a million other things and it wouldn’t matter,” He lifts his head so his lips are close to your ear, “I want you.”

“And I want you.” You strain your neck to see him, “Only for your body, of course.”

“Of course”

The two of you laugh as the moonlight shines through the window, illuminating a conversion that no one else will hear, but would be the start of something amazing to the both of you.

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Hey thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed, Part 4 (the final part) will be out Sunday. Hope to see you there 😜

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periprose · 6 months

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Heyyy I’m literally playing through ps4 Spider-Man again 🤣!

I was wondering if I could request a ps4 fic, maybe Peter and reader have been dating for a while, and she gets hurt during the explosion and he can’t find her but she’s with may at feast with like a broken arm or something?? (She knows he’s Spider-Man) 👀🫶🏼

hey lol thanks for requesting! I'm on the first playthrough of the game myself. Basically this is set during the explosion at the election event in the game, and Peter and you are there to proudly watch Officer Davis accept his award.

"Hey." Peter comes up from behind you on the sidewalk, fixing wrinkles in his civilian clothes. He must've just changed.

"Hey, Parker." You nudge him. "Ready to go watch Osborn smooch up to the well-meaning audience of Manhattan?"

"Well, ready as I'll ever be." Peter takes your hand. "I'm really just there to watch Davis get his well-deserving award, y'know. Hey, didn't I tell you to stop calling me Parker?"

"Meh, you love it." You joke. "You'll always be Parker to me, even if you are my boyfriend now. It's our thing."

Peter shakes his head, but you know based on his little smile- he loves that you have a little thing just for him.

Together, you walk to the intersection in front of City Hall, where many people crowd around, waiting for Mayor Osborn and whatever speech he's about to give today. They're all dressed in Osborn themed merchandise, cheering and clapping.

You can't believe this many people care about Osborn's so-called promises to the city- you and Peter are really hoping he won't be re-elected this term after all- but people are clapping for him, and you sigh knowing that your cost of living is about to go up.

"Hey. Wipe that frown off your face. We're here to be supportive." Peter whispers from next to you in the crowd, and you nod.

"Where's Davis? Is that him?" You whisper back, pointing to an older black man up on the stage.

"Yup. You wouldn't believe it, he was so helpful in Hell's Kitchen. Dude whipped out his gun and had my back like we've been best buds for years." Peter smiles. "There's not many out there doing it like him."

"He sounds like a real treasure. I'm glad you have someone on your side." You squeeze Peter's hand, and continue to look up towards the stage in mild excitement.

You don't really care for Osborn's speech- Peter laughs about his promise to open up technology for NYC when you both know that's reserved for the elite- but you both grin when Davis, looking nervous as ever, walks up the stage to receive his award.

"It is my privilege to present Officer Jefferson Davis with the Department Medal of Honour." Osborn hangs a medal around Davis' neck, and you and Peter clap.

"I'm so glad this is all over. The gang war, I think." Peter whispers to you, and you raise your eyebrows.

"Really? Does this mean you'll finally be a little safer?" You ask, but Peter frowns a little.

"Well, there's some loose ends still to be tied up, but-"

"Loose ends?" You give him a wary glance. "Like what?"

"Like whatever 'Consolidated Shipping' is. It doesn't make sense." Peter sighs, watching concern grow on your face. "It's not right, but I'll figure it out."

Davis says a few words- he thanks his wife and his son, Miles, who you can see is sitting up at the front of the stage.

"Aw, cute kid." You remark to Peter, and he nods, gaining a slightly sheepish smile.

"Officer Davis did say I remind him of his son. I'll take it as a compliment." Peter jokes, and you snicker, calling him even more of a baby.

Behind you, Sable guards are talking on their walkie talkies about "keeping eyes on Osborn," which to you sounds as if they perceive a threat. You turn back to tell Peter, when he suddenly flinches.

"Peter-?"

He grabs his head, panicking- you watch as his pupils dilate, and he's clearly in some kind of shock.

"Everything feels off-" Peter flinches again, and you know he's having a Spider-Sense meltdown. There must be multiple things happening at once- even worse, you're not sure what he's supposed to do in this situation. He's not suited up, and he risks revealing his identity if he does anything.

Either way, Peter runs behind you. He shoves people out of the way, trying to get to the back of the event, behind the audience, but he's not fast enough. There are men arriving out of cars- corrupted men, turning that strange grey-blue-transparent hue that confirms their connection with Martin Li.

Peter runs- he dashes- but you see him flinch again, cowering under such threatening energy. He turns to the stage in horror, and you gasp in shock.

There's another corrupted on stage, covered in explosive devices.

An explosion goes off behind you, to the right of you, than another massive one on stage- the ground shakes beneath you, and you're too in shock to move.

"Get down!" Peter shoves you back, attempting to push you out of the way, just as another two explosions cause the earth under you to rattle, and you lose your footing and fall back on the pavement. You twist your arm unnaturally and hit your head.

You black out, the last thing you see being massive blue-black explosions in the sky.

Peter wakes to floating ash in the sky.

He coughs- there's a sharp pain in his right side, and a slight ache at the top of his hairline- he touches his forehead and pulls his fingers away to see brown-red, dry blood.

It doesn't matter. He'll heal faster than most, anyways- he needs to locate you.

He gets up, seizes a little due to the pain- and to his alarm, you're nowhere in his near sight. He walks around seeing Sable guards help people off the streets- although Peter really thinks they're poking and prodding and shoving them away, so they can clean up the mess around here.

He hopes you haven't been taken away by Sable guards.

Peter rushes to the nearest clinic- but there's too many people crowding around there with their injuries, and the receptionist at the emergency room tells him there's no one by your name here.

He begins to panic. You're not responding to his calls, either. Peter doesn't want to believe the worst could've happened to you, but he does hear people talking on the streets about the casualties. Apparently at least 10 people have been found dead so far- Peter starts swearing under his breath.

He decides to head to FEAST- he's not sure if you'll be there, but it's better to ask Aunt May or some of the volunteers if you've been seen. FEAST also operates as an emergency medical clinic, too, even with limited supplies, and it's with this small amount of hope that Peter travels there.

Pushing through the doors, the front desk woman- Amanda- she's startled by how intensely Peter asks about you.

"I don't know, Peter." She points to the main auditorium, where many homeless and injured people are currently being attended to. "It's kind of an open house back here- you're going to have to look through the crowds."

Peter sighs. "Thanks, Amanda."

It takes him about fifteen minutes to do a full, quick walkthrough. The entire time, his heartbeat thumps faster as he realizes- he's not seeing you anywhere. There's nobody wearing your trademark scarf, your usual dark blue jeans- nobody with your fastidious expression, where you always seem to take in the entire world before speaking- nobody to relieve the steady ache in his heart.

Peter walks into the room full of medical supplies, expecting to see Aunt May- and while May is there, busy with another volunteer, the first thing he sees is you, with your hair all disheveled and messy, bruises on your cheek and a cut under your lip, and your arm wrapped in a cast and a sling.

But you have a soft, comforting smile. You're kneeling down to help a little girl- she can't be older than five- and you're placing a bandage on her knee. And the little girl squeals, hugging you after you say "It's all better now."

Peter would agree with that.

You look up, arms still embraced around the little girl- Rina is her name- to see Peter, looking wistful, sad, a clear lump in his throat. His eyes are watery.

"Peter?" You watch as he comes forward.

"I thought you were- I thought..." He wipes his eyes. "Are you okay? What happened?"

"Well, Little Rina over here needed a little bit of medical attention." You kindly tap her shoulder and she nods up at Peter, smiling. "She tripped and fell and no one was paying attention to her knee, so I decided to help her."

"That's..." Peter trails off, wondering how you could be so selfless when your own face was looking a bit worse for wear. "That's sweet of you to do. How do you feel, kiddo?"

He kneels towards her, and she grins really big. "Better!"

"Alright, high five then." Peter high fives her, and she dashes off afterwards, most likely looking for the parent she came with.

"Why didn't you respond to my calls?" Peter asks you as soon as you turn back to him. "I thought... I thought the worst had happened-"

"Peter, please. Stop with the wounded ego." May calls him out, listening from the sidelines. "What's important is that she's safe and in one piece- that's more than enough to feel grateful about."

Peter looks down, ashamed. He knows May is right, and he has to swallow his pride for a moment.

"I'm sorry, Peter." You grasp his hand, and he looks back at you, jaw tight as he listens. "I didn't mean to not answer your calls- my phone got shattered. And I didn't know where to find you after I woke up- I was already being taken away by Sable guards to 'safety' and then I decided my best chance to find you was over here."

"Oh." Peter feels kind of dumb, but he also feels glad you think of FEAST as a spot to find him. "I should've kept you safe."

"Don't. Don't make yourself crazy with what you could've done." You plead with him, and he sighs but shakes his head. "My arm will heal with time. I guess I landed on it weirdly and broke it."

Peter winces. "Well, you can always ask me for help if it bothers you. I'm there for you."

He traces your lip, where the cut under is still a red-brown, harsh hue in comparison to the pink of your bottom lip, and May takes this as her cue to leave.

Peter snorts. "I wish you had my-"

"Super healing? Yeah, I wish that too." You laugh. "Were you lucky enough to not get hit, or did you just heal on the way here?"

Peter's reaching for a facial bandage and some rubbing alcohol. "The latter."

"Ugh, lucky bastard." You smile up at him, cringing only slightly as Peter rubs away the blood from your wound. "I'm just glad that means I don't have to worry too much about you."

"You still do." Peter remarks, placing the bandage on your face. "But that just means you love me."

And, being ever so thankful that you're safely back in his arms, Peter places a soft kiss on your forehead, and then a slightly-less-soft one on your mouth, hoping it doesn't hurt you, but happy that you kiss him back anyways.

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pansexualnoodle5 · 1 year

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NO THEY FUCKING DIDN’T

#I’M CRYING #ON A MULTIVERSAL SCALE #across the spiderverse #ALSO PS4 SPIDER-MAN MY BELOVED #miles morales #peter parker #gwen stacy #spider-man #pointing meme

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bs-fangirl · 6 months

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Baby Peter Parker is the most adorable dork I’ve ever seen. He’s precious and I wish to wrap him in a blanket and keep him safe from all the evils of the world.

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multiverseprincess · 6 months

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gaslighter pt. 2

sorry for this, I'm getting the toxicity of my periods out of my system with these- THESE ARE NOT NORMAL BEHAVIOURS DO NOT ENABLE THEM.

tw: creepy men (not pete), overthinking, lots of it, stalking (pete), post-break up vibes and sadness, heartbreak, things left unsaid and angst galore.

peter realizes that maybe, just maybe a break up doesn't mean that he can't still know what you were upto. he thinks it's okay, okay to keep tabs on you through webslinging persona.

not only does he follow you silently through the streets of NYC, swinging, jumping rooftop to rooftop- he'd try to be there every night but he thinks (that's slightly pushing it) but he also, sometimes just fall asleep on the rooftop opposite to your building, listening in here and then- to check see what kinda day you'd had.

he's not moved on, not at the pace he's at- he thinks to himself that he's done, you were it and if he can't have you maybe he's just not meant for it, he's done playing god he thinks.

he hears it then, when he's followed you to a night out at a club with your friends, a guy chatting you up and asking you for your number- his heart is in his throat, he knows that it's not his place and the fact that he just gets to see you love your life no matter from how far away it is, is a merciful thing, but if you added someone else to that- it's a double edged sword he'd carry forever.

you allow him another mercy, you turn the guy down, gently, as if there's anything else you are- "I'm sorry, I'm not into dating right now", you'd let them down gently, wishing them a good night and a cheers.

peter smiles to himself and chuckles, 'cheers to you too lovely', he thought to himself. he thinks to how he'd get you in the first place-

you were working at a cafe he had dropped by randomly, he was tired and needed juice for his patrol and he barely looked at you, looking at the confectionery in the food display counter, the light from it falling on his face, it made him look ethereal to you and the fact that he didn't look up and was tired, made you feel for him.

as he ordered, still looking at the display, distracted and unfocused, rubbing his face w his left hand and apologizing for not being able to pronounce something right, he placed his order- "um, um- yeah, a decaf and that pah-mee-ay (palmiers)"

you cleared your throat and he was still nodding, digging through his jacket, when you clear your throat once more making him look up

and you held his gaze as you did something you would never do to a stranger, much less a customer- "so you want a decaf and a pal-meay (palmiers)?"

you said it your lip movements a little more pronounced, his gaze drops to them for a second, making you smirk and he nods, his cheeks heating up at being caught a second time by you.

he's not dettered though, age and experience have emboldened him- "yeah that's how you say that?"

"mm hm"

"yeah and how d'ya say your name?"

it's straightforward, he felt his heart in his throat but you didn't know it then- he just knew he'd be a fool to walk away without your name and your number and maybe a date.

he thought you were the prettiest person he'd seen in a while, well, atleast pretty to him- the kind of pretty that made his muscles feel like mush and his stomach fluttery. you made him want to try, and something told him you'd be worth everything and more.

and it stands true when you walk out of the club, for a breather and stand back to wall in the dingy alley behind the club. he moves closer to the edge of the roof at that, closer to your side, just as he did-

"hey dollface, where are ya peepin huh? night's still young" the guy comes in out, the vibes are making his Spidey senses tingle.

"just getting a breather", you replied with a polite smile

peter was on high alert, his senses were going off

"yeah your mind changed on the number yet?"

"yeah still not ready, thanks"

"that's a pity hunny, could've been going home with me tonight ya' know- have some fun, maybe a lot?", the guy moves from the wall opposite to you, getting closer as they replied, their right hand is put next to your face and before his put his left one too-

two things happened- you kneed him where the sun didn't shine and elbowed his chest, while spiderman webbed his mouth shut and pulled him up, much to your surprise and amusement

"My turn!", spiderman said, sweeping him off his legs- he webs the guy upside down from the roof, while you step inside to alert the creepy guys friends that they should get him, and if they like their bodies the way they are- away from the club to never return.

as you are about to step out again, bidding goodbye to your friends with plans of how and when everyone's getting home checked and verified- you see spiderman waiting next to the clubs doors.

you smile at him and start walking home, him falling in step next to you

"salutations mister spiderman", you sassed, wanting to keep whatever this was breezy, you were 6 drinks down and it was not the week to end with a bad trip.

"hey lovely", he chuckled, his boyish voice immediately activating that numb part of your heart, spurring it to life and now it aches, yeah- you weren't ready to see him again. no matter what mask he put on.

"I can walk myself home you know?, I'm okay I've got a fully charged phone too" you wanted him gone, you were afraid if he acted casual you'd actually say or do things you'd regret and it's not good street cred to be yelling at spiderman- ask JJ.

"It would make me feel better to walk you home tonight, please let me- you don't have to, trust me, you don't have to do shit for me, but if you can, please let me do this" for me more than for you he wants to add, but the way you stop walking and turn to look at him, something tells him you get it. he only hopes that you don't say no now, he'd not push if you did though- that's not what May raised him to be.

you fold your hands ask you reply-

"yeah and you're gonna go back to rooftop stalking after that?"

his blood goes cold for a minute and he wants to bury himself alive.

"y-you knew?", wow no defence at all, pete, wow.

"Spidey you aren't very sneaky, not to me, must be losing your touch", you tsk'd walking away frim him as he stood still, you swayed your hips a little more, you knew he liked to watch you- you never stopped him, wouldn't either. if there was one guy you wanted watching you it was him, just his eyes.

he snaps into motion as you turn a block and jobs to catch up- "you knew? you're not mad? annoyed? creeped out?"

"I'm not mad or annoyed, I saw you the first day after the break up and I know you've got sini-

he clears his throat and you look at him in surprise, oh yes, inside voice

"um, bad guys, so yeah, I know you're just looking out, I'm not mad or creeped out, you're just annoying w how hard you try to not be noticed by me" I'd notice you in a crowd, pete- you want to add.

peter nods, he wants to add- yeah and I missed you, I wanted you to be safe and I want to see you be safe, I miss you, will you take me back, ever?

he wants to say so much and he watches you look at him expectantly, he wants to have it out, take you to your place, maybe come in and God just sleep, hold you, kiss you a little or maybe more and just sleep dreamlessly in your arms but it feels like a luxury he can't afford and doesn't deserve.

so he just nods, nods and says- "I'm gonna walk you home and go back to patrol, stay on alert, yeah?"

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