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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."
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.
Interacting with Spider-Woman (ft. Dating Gwen)
Warnings: fluff, angst, playful banter, fem reader, mention of death, SPOILERS
Your first interaction with the one and only Spider-Woman was when she popped in at your workplace. You were serving at the register and she just so happened to waltz in and order a honey infused tea.
You memorized her by the first three times you spoke to her and she had memorized every single freckle on your face
It's one of those scenarios where you know each other, but she hasn't necessarily told you about this alter ego of hers. Hell, she was dating you- although the relationship was fairly new (like a couple weeks)
As those weeks turned into months you began to notice just how often this Spider-Woman was coming to your work
In fact, she knew exactly when you finished work and had offered to walk you home multiple times
"you sure about that? I'm sure someone's getting robbed somewhere." You'd tease her
"I'm sure." She'd reply and under the mask would be that sweet smile that often made you swoon
She'd take you home so often that you were getting used to the fast swinging and 'thwip' of her webs
That was until it got stuck to your clothes and it took you weeks to wash it out
"Next time it sticks to my shirt, you're washing it." You'd huff in playful annoyance, "My mum was so mad when she saw it, thinks I'm in a gang or something."
Gwen would laugh so hard, practically snorting
"Oh, really? A gang, huh? Must be pretty cool being apart of the spider gang." She'd bump your shoulder, still walking you home after every shift
You don't remember ever telling you when your shift ends, it just seems like she always knew
Evantually you started to wonder about how many times Gwen would run off and Spider-Woman would rush in a few minutes after
You payed no mind to it for so long, but now things were making too much sense
You never asked, it didn't feel right to ask
If you ever did ask Gwen I think she'd be frightened. After what happened with Peter she saw to never make friends (let alone getting a partner), so she'd shut you down.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
You bring up Peter
"You have no right to bring him into this! He has nothing to do with you and me or Spider-Woman!"
"You do, Gwen! I know now- You disappear and a few seconds later she comes running in! You're the only person who knows when my shifts end and she walks me home! It makes sense. Just humour me, please."
It ends in an argument, but you come back to apologize. You didn't necessarily mean to explode like that. She was right, you had no right to bring up Peter like you did. It wasn't fair
"You are right." She'd say, "But you have to understand that I have been hiding this from everyone.. I told Peter and you saw what happened." Her voice cracks and your hands meet hers
"I know.. I'm so sorry. It wasn't fair."
After forgiving and forgetting, you both still pretend to not know each other when meeting each other as Spider-Woman
However, that doesn't stop Gwen from sneaking in small kisses on the cheek when no one's looking
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.
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.
Some designs for Spider-Verse keychains with a vague theme of scifi/robot stuff :)) I can't wait to see how these turn out ^ ^
HI I JUST GOTTA SAY THAT I LOVE YOUR ART I JUST STUMBLED ONTO YOUR PAGE AND ITS SO COOL AND I LOVE IT KEEP DOING ART FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER BECAUSE YOU ARE AMAZING
AAAAA!! <3333 I was having a pretty rough day but seeing this made it like 10x better. Messages like these... they're what I live for (that and funny reblogs). Genuinely thank you so much anon 😭 <33
Have a WIP as a treat!!
Across The SpiderVerse Memes
BRO IF BEYOND THE SPIDERVERSE REVEALS THAT PAVITR’S WORLD IS GOING TO DISAPPEAR LIKE MIGUEL’S WORLD AND HE FADES AWAY FROM EXISTENCE I AM GOING TO OFF MYSELF!!!
I was thinking about how genuinely heartbreaking it was for Pavitr’s last line in the movie to be “Is everything going to be okay?” No one responds to his question either, Gwen can’t seem to even look at him. He stands there looking so confused and sad as he watches Mumbattan be enveloped by this black hole.
My heart hurts 🥺
PAVITR PRABHAKAR MY BELOVED AND MY FAVORITE SPIDERMAN!!! AAAHHH THE ANGST!!! THE TRAUMA!!!
😭😭😭
love drawing sunshine characters in pain
I JUST SAW ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE I AM FRRWKAING OUT IT WAS DSO GOOD
Wanted to draw them!!!! it’s been a while since i rendered faces so it was good practice
sketch of my spidersona redback with the atsv gang I did a while ago :P also the way I have wanted to be best friends with hobi so freaking bad since this movie first came out😭😭😭
Hangry Hero
(A/N: Evelyn Brock is my Spider-Sona OC and is named Spider-eVe, Half Spider Girl / Half Symbiote)
Original Vid! https://youtube.com/shorts/zdY-oASCZzg?feature=share
*After a Mission, Both Evelyn & Venom are getting hangry and Miguel tries to keep his cool while driving*
Evelyn: I WORK!! TEN!! HOURS!! ALL I WANT IS WINGSTOP!! CAN YOU F*CKING DRIVE!!
*The Bois Miles & Pav Trying to hold back their laughs While Hobie Recording*
Gwen: That’s a Little Excessive (lol) Spider-Girl of Hangry- ^^;;
*Evelyn looking like she ‘bout to Snap and turns to face Gwen*
Evelyn: I’M F*CKING STARVING GWEN!! WHAT DID YOU EAT TODAY??!! I ATE NOTHING!! NOTHING-!!
I watched it a while back. The second I finished and went to my room and drew for like an hour past 12 am.
just watched the new spider man and am now bi sexual,and I'm gonna say it now it was the fucking HAIR like why was the hair making them so god damn attractive
Why Hobie disappears
Not very long, just a little thing I wrote! Features/warnings:
Hobie is protrayed as very much being genderqueer in some way, shape or form, and is referred with he/they/she throughout the story + one instance of the reader calling him "girly" which Hobie explicitly enjoys and is implied to have talked about beforehand.
Reader is implied to also be genderqueer, and Hobie refers to them as "big man" once, they also stim when they get excited. Other than that, gender neutral reader and no warnings, just silly fluff!
It's widely understood that Hobie in himself is a wild sort of enigma. This is why no one really seems to question where he's going or why, what he plans to do. Hobie is just... Hobie, and he Hobies around until he leaves and presumably Hobies around some more wherever he trotted off to. Gwen and Pav wonder about this, because after every mission (or, at least, the few that Hobie bothers with), he just sort of magically slips off and reappears sometime later. It's Pav that suggests tracking him down, but Gwen would be a liar to say she's not also curious.
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You sit on the floor, cross-legged with a punk at your side and a sewing machine in front of you. Tartan weave rubs against your fingers as you sew darts into the fabric, ensuring it would fit just a bit more snugly at the waist, because Hobie really liked that sort of thing in clothes. "Y'want a cinch, right? Nothin' too far off your usual?" Just in case, you double check. Hobie looks up from his guitar, and nods. You don't really note that he's smiling, and he knows you aren't, but the corners of his lips twitch up anyway. "Yeah. Thanks again, bruv, couldn't ever do that shit like you." There's something in his voice that makes you smile, nod a little firmer than normal. Hobie knows that. "Yeah, yeah, 'nuff with the flattery, I'm on it." Truth be told, this little symbiosis of Hobie giving you projects to work on and you giving him much better clothing in return has grown into something much more significant. Friendship. Even when you weren't working on anything, taking a rare break to clear your head, Hobie would let you sit near him (regardless of if you were in a talking mood or just wanted to be quiet for a few hours), sometimes talk about what he was doing, sometimes teach you a little tidbit about his universe's idea of how punk works. It was similar, for the most part, but you liked to learn new things anyway, so it never hurt. Your skilled fingers thread the machine before you as Hobie continues plucking at quiet chords with the guitar. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Gwen and Pav felt like this search was endless. For at least an hour, they had found a grand total of nothing, like Hobie really had vanished into thin air. He wasn't at his place Gwen had checked, so he was probably somewhere at the Spider Society, but tracking down someone so rebellious that no one bothered to ask where he was going was proving to be ridiculously difficult. It takes another half hour to find one of the smaller rooms of the Spider Society, a little sort of craft-haven and quiet space. Pav cracks the door, and gasps a little. "Gwen, Gwen, look at this." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ When you take the now-fitted shirt off the machine (with a slight skirt you'd added made of scrap fabrics), you grin, and toss it to Hobie. "Try it on, fucker, should be perfect." Your confidence isn't misplaced, it seems, because when Hobie taps your shoulder to signal that it's good to turn back around, they're a fucking vision. Smudged eyeliner, torn pants, and the little suspenders, all the same, but with your work, cinching at the middle and showing off the wonderful lines of form, tracing down their hips until the skirt cuts off mid-thigh, Hobie looks so much more at home in it. "Fuck yeah!" Hobie smiles when you jump up and flap your hands a little, lets you circle them like a hungry shark as you rave about the new thing you'd tried, a different stitch or something. Hobie couldn't care less what you did. It was something you had made, and that was enough. "Beautiful, can't believe you're lookin' so good, girly." The tender, feminine nickname makes Hobie's chest thrum a little with satisfaction. She knows you know that she loves it when you do that, when you use other pronouns just to show her that you know and care for her preferences. "Thanks, big man. 'Preciate it." Now its your turn to grin, and wrap the punk up in a tight hug from behind, stupidly happy and content. Hobie is nonchalant. You are not. It works well. The lanky Brit smiles, and pats your hand around their waist. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Gwen and Pavitr had stood stock still as they watched this exchange. It was deeply shocking to them. Hobie, who was hanging out and being nice with some random, excitable spider that neither of them had met before. And this other spider seemingly knew things they didn't if Hobie's little smile was anything to go by. Gwen, however, softens. Hobie had his confidants, and she has hers. Maybe that's why she gently pulls Pav back, and smiles at him. "C'mon. Let's get lunch. Hobie's doing his own thing."
Spiderverse Brainrot has taken over so I wanted to try a group shot! Let me know what y’all think!
watch the spikes!
[id: It's a drawing of Hobie holding Pavitr in a playful headlock, drawn as they are depicted in the movie—Hobie having dark brown skin, wicks, and numerous piercings, and Pavitr with brown skin and wavy hair. Additionally, Pavitr has an eyebrow piercing and a lobe piercing, both gold. The two are smiling and Pavitr has one hand on Hobie's arm, the other on his shoulder in a side hug. /end id]
I just saw the movie and I'm gonna make this silly little guy my entire personality for the next month :DDD
spider kidz :P
Is it good this is my new hyper fixation or no?