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Mountain
Summary: You're sick of being Peter's therapist Characters/Pairing: Peter x Fem!Reader Word Count: 420 Warnings: light angst, use of the word mum once A/N: why are all my old fics so short :((
"I cannot keep doing this for you." Your words started soft. The conversation was inevitable. The lost sleep, stolen from the spider itself, the trauma and consequences that followed were catching up to the both of you. Peter knew it was coming sooner or later.
"I can not keep taking care of you every night. You can't expect this from me." You placed your bag down on the kitchen counter, the contents beginning to fall out.
"I never expected it from you-" He tried to say. Your hands gripped the counter, knuckles white in pure anger.
"But you did! Every single night you came through my fire escape, bleeding out and sobbing, delirious! And single every night I would fix you up. Even when I was sick, or in pain or hurt, I always patched you up. It isn't fair that you expect this from me." Your words came out rushed, heart hammering against your chest. Rough hands touched your shoulders, trying to calm you down but you pushed them away. Your words were finally caught in your throat, a sob bubbling in your chest like an unruly potion in a cauldron.
"I am not your fucking therapist!" You yelled, "I am not your own personal nurse, or your mum!"
Peter stood dumbfounded at your words. There was no going back from this argument, and he knew it. Besides, you were right. He had expected you to help him. He believed that since you were his forever loving and caring partner that you were willing to risk your own mental health over his physical health. Yet, you couldn't. There was no universe where this would end well.
Attempting to reach out once again, Peter exhaled shakily and gently touched your shoulder. "Please..." He spoke, squeezing your joint through the fleece jacket, "I can fix this. I promise, I can fix all of this. Just give me another chance." The brunettes' words were beginning to sound panicked, yet you couldn't care anymore. He was the cause of your emotional turmoil for the past year. You were no longer willing to be the one to bear the consequences of his actions, especially when you were on the brink of your own emotional demise outside of your relationship with the man.
"No," you shook your head, "I'm done."
The corners of your lips turned up in a hateful and tight-lipped smile. Seeing his distraught expression made you feel powerful, your decision to leave now set in stone. Peter felt you slip through his fingers, watching with nothing but helplessness now as you walked towards the front door. Reaching for your keys, you turned back once more.
"Goodbye, Peter."
AP Chem
Summary: admiring Miles is your favourite way to pass time! Characters/Pairing: E42!Miles x reader Word Count: 325 Warnings: Mention of death, stress A/N: No authors note :))
There is something about watching Miles do his AP Chem homework that has your stomach fluttering. He's leaning over his desk, brows furrowed deep and tip for his tongue slightly peeking through his lips in concentration. He doesn't look as stressed as he usually does, despite what the crease in his forehead might say. He suddenly isn't the Prowler. He's just a 15-year-old boy, doing his chemistry homework that he left to the last minute.
You know he's the Prowler. You knew the minute he came home with a bruise on his face. He couldn't lie to you, not when you had been friends for so many years, and more than friends for over a year now. You tended to his wounds. You stood by him during his grieving, protecting him as he protected his family. You were that barrier that stopped him from growing up even faster; a reminder to him that he was still a teenager, one in need of love and care. Despite his stone-cold look, he was still that same kid that loves his mama and papa more than anything and wanted nothing more than to impress his uncle. The one that dreamt of freedom from his father yet longed for the safety of his hugs. The one that wouldn't let anyone, but his mama braid his hair, claiming that no one else did it the way he liked.
There was a soft call of your name. You realised you had been staring at him, blinking a few times as you came through from your thoughts. "Hm?" You hummed sweetly, that gentle smile on your face. Miles only managed to shake his head lightly, having stood from his chair and sat beside you on his bed. "Said, you could always take a photo. It'll last longer." He winked.
"You are such a shithead!" You laughed, grabbing a pillow and throwing it towards his chest. He caught it effortlessly, laughing with you.
Summary: Peter can't stand that little black dress Characters/Pairing: Peter x Fem!Reader Word Count: 470 Warnings: 18+ mdni!! female anatomy mentioned a couple of times, smut, MJ and Peter have split up A/N: Idk if anyone else needs him, but i need him
You had been Mayday's babysitter for a year now. In this year Mayday had become quite close to you.
Unknowing to you, so had Peter B Parker.
Lingering glances and touches sent your way only became obvious at the Christmas party Peter invited you to (one that MJ was holding). You weren't the babysitter that night as they had hired a second person to do your job.
You thought it was weird, but oh well, you got paid enough for what you did anyway.
Your outfit consisted of a black shimmering dress, slimming and extenuating in all the right places. You wanted to make a good impression, especially since you were just a babysitter to everyone there
you noticed just how long Peter's hand seemed to linger against your hip when other people were around
The way his fingers dug into your flesh, sending shivers down your spine in the most pleasurable way
In a way that left you wanting more
The whisper and touch of his soft breath against your neck had your knees weak, buckling under the pressure of his presence
His hands grip your thighs as he pushes you against the kitchen counter, hiding from the curious eyes of the party
"Stay quiet.. don't want them to know about our fun, do you?"
His words have you shuddering again, head rolling back against his shoulder as soft lips press against your pulse
You feel the slight drag of teeth and whimper
Peter is enjoying each little whine and squirm he's gifted with. Unbeknownst to you, he's been eyeing you all night long, desperate to gain your attention so he can whisk you away from the sight of people who claim to be so close to him
He drags you up the stairs, exchanging dirty words over hushed whispers
"Can't wait to feel you wrapped around me, baby.."
He has you pinned against a wall before you know it, hands exploring the supple skin underneath your clothes
Peter seems to seamlessly peel your panties off from under the dress, leaving you somewhat exposed as the black fabric scrunches at your hips
His fingers leave bruises in your hips that last for days. The red handprint on your ass didn't seem to disappear for a while either
Your moans and whimpers are music to his ears. It's hard to stay quiet when he's so adamant on lapping at your pretty cunt until his mouth is covered in your slick.
He has you in every position imaginable.
On your knees, fucking your face like there is no tomorrow, legs spread on the bed while your hands fist the sheets. Knees thrown over his shoulders as his tongue flicks against your clit.
All he wants is to please you...
And he does just that.
Your knees are sore the next morning and knuckles are still somewhat white from how hard you clenched the sheets
Your dress seems to be ruined, and you can't seem to find your panties anywhere
Peter greets you with coffee and a smile as if nothing happened, but you take note of that longing look in his eyes that shows he wants more than just one night.
Rotten
Summary: You're sick of Miguel treating you like shit Characters/Pairing: Miguel x GN!Reader Word Count: 342 Warnings: angst, Miguel deserves a jump scare warning in everything A/N: why are all my old fics so short :((
"Everything I did was to protect you!"
Those words were etched into your brain. How dare he tell you that. He hasn't thought of you since your wedding night.
Every day you heard the same excuse for why Miguel wasn't at home. Lyla would send a message, 'Sorry, Miguel won't be coming home tonight, work is keeping him late.' Every single day! It was pathetic and you knew it. You stuck around because, 'love conquers all', right? Fucking wrong.
Today you had finally had enough. You had bottled so much anger that all you could do now was boil. Your face grew red, cheeks hot in pure rage. You could hear your own blood rushing through your body in tidal waves, adrenaline causing your heart to thud against your chest. Your stomach felt like it had flipped inside out.
"For me? Oh, Miguel. You have done nothing for me!" The words slipped out faster than your mind could think. "You have been a selfish, piece of shit since the moment I met you. It just only took me two years to fucking notice." Your feet moved forward and before you realised your finger was hitting his chest with every word that slipped past your swollen lips.
Angry tears poured down your cheeks. "I have waited. I have been patient! I have let you dump your sob story on me. I did everything to make sure that you weren't going fucking crazy! I sacrificed my own fucking sanity for you! God, how I wish I had of ran away the day that I married you."
Your words hit him like knives in the pit of his stomach. His mouth ran dry. It was the first time you had ever seen him entirely speechless. Usually he had an excuse, but you supposed he had used them up in the two years you were married.
"Nothing to say, yeah? Guess you wasted all your excuses. You don't deserve me, Miguel O'Hara."
That was the last night you saw Miguel O'Hara and you were happy about it.
Soft!42 Miles who only wants what's best for you. He provides for you through his work as the Prowler.
Soft!42 Miles who enjoys the feeling of your hair between his fingers, the look of peace on your face as he combs his fingers through your hair is like pure heaven
Soft!42 Miles who likes to leave small notes on your mirror telling you just how perfect you look
Soft!42 Miles who also wants to take you on so many dates that he has a list on his phone of all the places you mention enjoying or wanting to go to.
Soft!42 Miles who likes to hug you from behind, face hidden in your shoulder as he smirks against your plush skin.
Soft!42 Miles who melts everytime you call him a term of endearment, no matter what it is.
Soft!42 Miles who just wants to hold you in his arms each and every night, knowing that you are safe and loved.
Flirtatious! Hobie Brown who can't help but lean in close to your ear and whisper the sweetest of compliments just to witness the blush on your face.
Flirtatious! Hobie who knows just how much you love it when he calls you by pet names and will use it to his advantage. "You got a sec, sweet pea?"
Flirtatious! Hobie who enjoys the way you throw back the best comebacks to his pickup lines
Flirtatious! Hobie who shamelessly flirts with you as Spider-Punk to the point where news articles are written about spider-punks mystery s/o.
Flirtatious! Hobie who loves the feeling of your breath against his ear when you whisper back how stupid that pick up line was.
But most of all, Flirtatious! Hobie who can't help but smile every time he sees your blush because he knows he's the one who caused it <3
Dating Pavitr Prabhakar
Summary: Dating Pavitr is the best thing that has ever happened to you. Characters/Pairing: Pavitr x GN!reader Word Count: 264 Warnings: none, just fluff!! A/N: this is insanely short and probs cringe
He's constantly making you chai. Like you'll be sitting on his bed, legs crossed and reading a book and all of a sudden, you're sipping on the most perfect chai, and you don't even remember how you got it?
You met during a buddy program. You were going to India for a term of school and ended up with Pavitr as your buddy
He was so sweet and kind that you eventually gave him your number (claiming it was to keep in touch if you ever got lost) and not long after he asked you on the first date
He was so sweet and kind, simply basking in your company. Your first date was a little study date.
He lets you play with his hair
Like, it's so perfect and he knows you just need to do something with your hands sometimes, so he's just laying with his head in your lap and enjoying the gentle touch of your fingers through his hair!
He doesn't know how to initiate a kiss, which is kind of funny cause he's definitely Hobie's wingman
The moment Hobie gets an s/o you're all going on double dates to different dimensions (if you're spider-people)
He lets you call him the sweetest pet names and in return you get to watch him swoon
Like, you call him 'sweetheart' once and he's a puddle on the floor
He definitely enjoys peppering your face in kisses all the time!
At the start of your relationship, he was too scared to even hug you, let alone kiss you. And now he's the one peppering you with love
He's a little shy to begin with too. As much as people think of him as having a perfect life, he doesn't have much game until he gets completely comfortable holding your hand
Eventually he is the one constantly making you swoon and fall over your feet, but he's also always there to catch you.
Baby Fever
Summary: Hobie calls you over while babysitting Mayday. Characters: Hobie x GN!Reader, Mayday Word Count: 434 Warnings: fluff A/N: n/a
"You're getting pretty soft there, Hobes." You flashed a gentle, loving smile as you watched his long arms drape over Mayday.
"Nah, I'm not bruv." He huffed through his nostrils, his face just teetering on the edge of a smile as he looked down at the toddler. There was something about that little girl, 'Spiderling' as most of HQ called her, that literally had his heart melting. Despite how tough his exterior was he didn't think he'd ever be one to deny babysiting Mayday.
"I don't know, babes. I think I can see you melting right there." You teased, hand coming to gently run over the sleeping toddlers head. "Isn't she just the cutest?" You whispered, leaning in to press a small kiss on his cheek.
"She's just a rebel in training. Gonna be the best anarchist, ain't ya?" He hummed, looking down at her with that gentle smile of his.
Summary: Miles is grieving and you're the best distraction Characters/Pairing: e42!Miles x fem!reader Word Count: 492 Warnings: use of mami, minor mention of grief, un-edited A/N: None
You'd think with the constant fear and adrenaline rushing through your blood that time might just grace you by moving the slightest bit faster. Yet here you were, clutching your bag tightly as you speed walked through dangerous streets to your boyfriend's house. It was closer than your own and you didn't exactly feel like getting anyone's unsolved illegal business.
'u home yet, mami?'
The text sent shivers down your spine. Miles may have been a dry texter, but that didn't mean you weren't excited to see him, especially with the drama that occurred at work. The sweetest of smiles came to your face as your feet moved even faster.
'just around the corner <3'
Your hands fumbled with the door, using your cut of keys to open it. Once stepping inside you shut the door behind you and made sure to lock it, stuffing the keys back into your bag. You kicked your shoes off and made your way upstairs.
"Miles! I'm back!" You called out, the silence almost unnerving. It wasn't until you heard that familiar base line of a song that your shoulders relaxed. You walked up behind the chair your boyfriend sat on. Your bag was now next to the door, half fallen on the floor. Draping your arms over his chest you leaned in to kiss his cheek. He grew tense for a moment before lifting his headphones off his head and looking up at you.
"Don't sneak up like that." He huffed through his nostrils.
"It's okay, baby." You smiled, pressing your lips to his other cheek, "You know it's just me."
He shook his head. His paranoia would get the better of him some days and you knew that. On days where it was worse, you often found yourself situated in his lap, pressing kisses against his face. Even if Miles wouldn't admit it, he had always enjoyed the feeling of your arms around him. The comfort that came with it.. it was to die for.
"You good, baby? You're quieter than usual." You asked, brows furrowing. "That a new design?" You peaked over his shoulder, glancing at his most recent drawing. Miles instinctively covered it with a blank piece of paper. You were confused, but didn't question.
"Yeah, mami. I'm fine. C'mere." He hummed, spinning the chair once you had taken a small step back. He patted his knee once and within a few seconds you were pulled into his lap. He rested his head in the crook of your neck.
"I just need you." He whispered against your ear. He sounded so sad. It left your heart aching. You understood the weight of his father's death had been pulling him down recently, and some days he couldn't find the words to speak about it.
"You don't need to talk to me. But I'll be here when you're ready.." you whispered to him, kissing his temple.
Sometimes the silence was just what he needed.
Accidents Happen
Summary: Hobbie's medusa piercing gets stuck on your septum ring after a more heated make out session Characters/Pairings: Hobie x GN!Reader Word Count: 447 Warnings: minor mention of claustrophobia, panicked reader, reader has a septum piercing A/N: no one can tell me Hobie wouldn't look hot af with a medusa
"Oh my god.. Hobie. Hobie it's stuck." You words came out rushed and almost slurred, lips swollen and bruised from the harsh kisses your boyfriend had given you just seconds before. The once passionate moment was beginning to fizzle into nothing more than a dying ember at the bottom of a fire pit. You knew you should have flipped up the jewelry embedded in your septum and now, here you were with Hobie Brown literally stuck to your face.
"When people joked about you being stuck to me, didn't think you'd take it seriously, luv." His words came out teasingly, hands still gripping your hips. With a gentle squeeze of his hands he leaned in the slightest bit to close the small gap between your lips. "No. Hobie- it's.. it's actually stuck." As much as you loved the intimate way in which he was so close, you were also beginning to feel claustrophobic.
Your face heated up, cheeks going red and breathing becoming the slightest bit more rapid than your previous panting. Hobie's thumb caressed your cheek. "Lovely, it's okay. Take a deep breath for me, yeah? I'll get you out of here." His words were comforting.
You took one deep breath in, held it for four seconds and slowly exhaled. He glanced at your eyes and then to your nose, seeing just how tangled you really were. The slightest movement would tug on the silver jewelry between his tip lip and nose.
"m just gonna bring my hand up to your face, 'kay?"
He knew it wasn't going to help your panicking, but now that you were slowing your breathing he was more confident in his decision. Long fingers came between your noses. He brushed against yours, smiling a little when he noticed that sweet look in your eyes. In a few swift movements he had unscrewed the ball of his medusa, catching it in his free hand. He pulled back slightly and was quick to put the ball back on, not wanting it to get lost.
"That's better, innit luv?" He grinned mischievously.
"Much better. Thank you, Hobie." You sighed softly, feeling a lot freer than a few seconds ago. His hands began to move back to your hips. You flipped your septum ring up into your nose and giggled quietly at the gentle strokes of his thumb against your waist. "Let's get back to what we started, hm?" Hobie suggested, leaning back into your lips.
Possessive! Miguel who's hands are always gripping your hips the slightest bit too tight, leaving bruises the size of his palms.
Possessive! Miguel who enjoys watching you squirm in his lap, keeping you secure with his large hands and staring daggers at any man who dares looking at you.
Possessive! Miguel who loves the startled look on your face as he pushes you against the wall, hips rutting into yours.
Possessive! Miguel who has you begging for any touch, asking (telling) you who you belong to. "Who do you belong to, mami?"
Possessive! Miguel who enjoys seeing your pathetic pout as he teases you, placing lingering touches that has your hips bucking into his rough hand. "Oh, mami, look at you... You're just begging for me to take you.."
Runway Model
Summary: Hobie was surprised when you asked him to model some of your own designs, but he was not going to pass up on the occasion. Characters/Pairings: Hobie x GN!Reader Word Count: 276 Warnings: minor mention of blood, fluff
Both of you were half asleep. Hobie's arm was drapes across your stomach, head resting into the crook of your neck when the words slipped past your lips.
"You should try my designs.. I mean, they're not too different from your style and I think they should fit.." you rambled. God, he loved it when you rambled. He'd silence you with a soft kiss to the neck, the cool metal of his lip ring sending soft shudders down your spine. He could practically hear your racing heart beat.
"would luv to, babes." He'd reply, that knowing grin on his face at the slight flutter within your chest.
The next morning comes with the smell of coffee and bleeding fingers. Perhaps caffeine and sewing needles wasn't a good combination at 6am? The only reason you were up was because you couldn't sleep to begin with.
By the time it was 7am the outfit, still half done but at least fitted to Hobie's height, was showing progress. And by the time it was complete, Hobie was amazed.
There was something about the fact that your literal blood, sweat and tears having been put into this singular outfit impressed him. It was probably the dedication that came with it. He tried it on as soon as possible.
Although he was stoic, he also had a knack for jokes. He'd strut down your shared hallway, flashing poses and mischievous grins that would entice giggles from your throat. It had his own stomach fluttering.
Hobie Brown would do anything for you.
Spidersonaaaa timeeee \o/
Presenting Spider Mango!! 🕷️🥭🫶
Hey I’ve been stressing over college and I’ve been in the biggest art block of my life
so take some Oc drawings and our favorite Anarchist because I finally saw the movie a few weeks back✨
When the spiders are men, and they’re going across the spiderverse.
I don’t know I haven’t seen the second movie yet.
🕷️ ⚡️
i think it would be funny if every resident of Earth-8311 had like relatively normal family's but then spider ham just dosent like dosent even know what exactly a parent is cause he's a spider and most spiders don't raise there kids, he like mentions it at some point and just gets both concerned and worried looks from everyone else
A Spidersona comm for a friend! They have a venom symbiote sorta deal made of carnivorous vines- plus swords. Swords are always a plus!
@punkeropercyjackson here it is!
everybody check out punkero's posts on the anomalies - the group is their idea and they have so many hcs on it!!
I haven’t seen any fanart of spiderverse Gwen with her Peter just being besties WHERE ARE THEY :(((
Happy Birthday, Spidey! 🥳🎂🕸️🕷️
Here’s Future Leo 2099!
His right arm is mutant spider. These spikes are poisonous. And claw too if you gets scratch.
Second, He amputate himself Cause it’s almost killed him slowly or turned into beast.
Looks like if Perona fused with Crona
OH MY GOD! EXTREME VENOMVERSE #4 JUST INTRODUCED A MAGICAL GIRL VERSION OF VENOM! LOOK AT HER!
more silly sketches of my spidersona just playing the bass and staring at miguel's tits and also looking like a cockatoo?
My first, and main blorbo of the year was, of course, Dick Grayson as Nightwing. He's pretty much a constant blorbo atp
My on again off again blorbo was the Miles Morales version of spider man, bcs I am obsessed with spider verse
During the perfect time of year, my blorbo was Cisco Ramon, and we got to celebrate flash day! (April 24, 2024)
Very briefly, my favorite blorbo was every version of rogue from x men, which was fun because she was my childhood favorite blorbo
My blorbo of the fall was, of course, Viktor from arcane. I mean... need I even explain myself?
My most recent blorbo, who has gotten me back into my mythology phase is Patroclus from the Iliad and the song of Achilles, because I finally read tsoa.
Blorbos of '24!
Thanks for the tag, @helenvader
First off was the blorbo who carried me into the new year, Bail Organa. He's beautiful, strong, heroic, cutthroat, and I love him. I added two extra chapters to 3D Tapestry just because of him AND created a whole religion for Alderaan.
Elrond took up most of my year, as usual. But look at him! He's just so squshable! I wrote/updated 8 fics centering him this year and ran @adarondweek
Jay (son of Jafar) was actually briefly my favorite blorbo this semester. I binge-re-read the "Son of Jafar" series on ao3 and made a very long post thinking about how he might relate with Islam given his universe (fun fact: I actually sort of worked with Booboo Stewart one time! It was a musical theater camp that partnered with Penguin Project (a theater program for teens and young adults with disabilities) one year and I got to attend because I volunteered as a mentor with the project. At one point, he was doing our dance routine with us, and he was only like, a foot away from me! It was so cool! I didn't talk to him because I was busy working with my penguins, but we were taught choreography by Kenny Ortega, Kristen Chenowyth taught us singing, and Kevin Chamberlain WAVED AT ME!!!)
Anne Boonchuy was another fun one. It's always fun to watch her turn from a selfish jerk into a girl who was offered a job as God. I didn't write anything about her, but I binge watched Amphibia and read a crap-ton of fanfiction!
My current blorbo is Georgie Cooper from Young Sheldon and, like, three episodes of Big Bang Theory. The man, the myth, the legend. He's sweet, caring, dependable, the eldest child in a family with a kid with special needs but never complains about the lack of support, hard working, and HOT! Seriously. The hair, the accent, the smile... I love him so much 😍
(Also, this fandom needs so much more fanfiction, there's hardly any 😭. I'm working on one myself, but I'm just one person)
Tagging: @kirbys-lover @lughberrie @bananaphanta @the-sky-is-full-of-light @valar-did-me-wrong @julyzaa
I want to draw a spidersona but I have no ideas and art block :( So suggest some themes/ideas down in the comments and we’ll see what happens
Im gonna hop on the renewed spidersona trend before i forget.
This is Ramón Vargas. He’s sixteen and about 7 months ago he was bitten by a radioactive spider and became the Spider-Man of Earth -313. Before he got bitten he was an average kid, though he was a bit of a loner.
Family background:
He is mixed. Half Puerto Rican Half Italian (specifically Sicilian). His dad’s parents came to America while his mother was pregnant with him. Ramón’s mom is from Italy and moved to the states with her sister when they were in their early twenties.
Ramón’s mother is no longer in the picture. She’s not dead she’s just a deadbeat. She left when he was 3. His Aunt Lucia was close to his father and decided to stay and help raise Ramón even though her sister left. His father, Rafael, is the chief of the Bronx Fire Department.
Family background over.
Ramón is into both MMA and Boxing. So he does have some experience with fighting before becoming Spider-Man. When he gets his spider powers he decides that it would be a great idea to join an underground fighting ring to get some money but mostly because he actually enjoys fighting.
He lied to Rafael and Lucia about what he was doing though. He told them he was at the library studying. But eventually it got late, to late for Rafael and Lucia to be comfortable with Ramón being out. So Rafael was going to drive over and pick him up but he got a call of a horrible fire and was told they needed all hands on deck. So instead, Lucia went to pic Ramón up.
Turns out there was a serial Arsonist, and to get away he stole Lucia’s car and killed her.
That’s all I have for his backstory right now. Anyways here’s some WIP’s
My Spider-Man OC's as the Ken and Barbie meme!!
Original image!
