#ripeter x reader

[furorem-yandere]

whatcha think about Peter b or ripeter hcs about how they’d shower their s/o with affections when they’ve been good? love your work, hun!!

aaaaaaaaaaaa thank you so much!

for Peter B. I think he’d be as cuddly as possible.  If he could crawl inside your skin, he would.  he’s overly worshipful anyways but he gets a special kind of loving when you’ve behaved for him.  you’ll bee wrung dry in no time.

For RIPeter he’d probably be more of a gift giver.  he’s ordering out at your favorite restaurant, he’s getting you some nice self care stuff and doing a little spa day for you, he’s waiting on you hand and foot.

[cosaslocasdeunafangirl]

RIPeter x Reader AU

“You promised me we would be happy this time Peter. So why aren’t you here with me? Right now? Why it hurts so bad to be alive without you ?

Please ,come back to me one more time.

I will not scold you even if you are late…

….even if I have to wait for you my whole life. “

[capsironunderoos]

Being in love with Spider-Man is such a nice thing now a days. Like, you want high school sweetheart, Avengers obsessed nerd Peter Parker? Then MCU Spider-Man is there for you. You want a nice dad bod, soft eyes, and sweatpants? Peter B. Parker is there for you. Enjoy taking out nazis, wearing round glasses, and detectives? Spider-Man Noir is the one for you. Say you want fluff all the time, really nice blue eyes, and a secret lab. You know what? RIPeter Parker is there for you. Really love those coming of age stories, art, and singing songs off key just because you love them? Miles Morales is your guy. Like, it’s just a good time to be a Spidey stan. Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

[hiddendrabbles]

ghostin’ w/ ripeter

Tears soaked the pillow underneath your head, you could feel them dripping slowly from your cheeks. With a muffled gasp, you press the heels of your hands to your eyes, and kept biting back sobs.

Before, you would worry about waking the warm body next to you. There was no point anymore, he had learned to tune you out as you cried over another man. A man who would forever own your heart, your soul, your entire being.

Peter.

Peter, with that breathtaking smile that warmed you and made your fingertips tingle. Peter, that charming spider boy, because that’s what he had still been, a boy. A boy, a kid. You both were, yet you had already planned your life out together. Where you would live, what you would name your kids. The invincible Spider-Man is gone.

The city had a new protector, Miles, a sweet boy with a big smile that sometimes reminded you of Peter when you were both his age.

A heavy sigh and grumbling interrupted your train of thought and wiped away the soft smile that had crept onto your face.

“Mornin’ hun.”

You feel an arm wrap around you and pull you into a solid chest. Eddie Brock rubs his cheek in the crook of your neck. His beard makes you itch. Peter’s face was always clean shaven and smooth, it was a hobby of yours to nuzzle his cheek and call him a baby faced spiderling.

Longing stronger than Spider-Man himself gripped your heart and clawed at your chest as a sob sprang free from your lips. It filled the silence that had fallen over the small bedroom. Eddie’s arms went slack around you and he sighed quietly.

He was great, truly, if you had met him before Peter you two would have been unstoppable. The reporter was immensely sweet under that big, burly, exterior. Quite good looking too, but to you, Adonis himself could never hold a candle to Peter. So sweet, sweet, Eddie Brock could never be an equal to your blond sweetheart. You knew he knew. He knew you’d never love him like that, but what could he do? He’d fallen for you. Seeing you cry made him feel jealously, which in turn made him feel like crap. You were hurting, and he’d never be able to help.

A black tendril emerged from his arm and stroked your cheek softly. Blinking back more tears, you gave this little part of Venom a watery smile while reaching backward to rest a hand on Eddie’s hip.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it, babe.”

[friendlyspidercop]

Can I request the Having their baby one with RIPeter pls? Because he’s absolutely not dead okay? Okay?!

you say RIPeter like he’s dead???? what are you talking about????

BLURB!

everything ; 

ripeter x reader

for: lovely anon who requested and @connorshero since this is from her OTP prompt list - thank you for letting me use it :)

a/n: this definitely made me too soft. just…. there’s like some angst? but it’s probably only in my head. you’ll need a microscope, and then you’ll need to set it to 100000x to see it. lol also i know i said earlier that today marked the day before i started posting again but i realized that i have!! not a lot to do today! so here we go :’) i hope you have as much fun reading it as i did writing it <3 

“Pete, let’s get to bed, yeah?” Wedding band catching the soft light in the room as your hand runs up his forearm, no matter how tired it is, your voice is a song in Peter’s ears.

Peter’s heart swells with happiness; he’s sure that he’s never felt this way before - but how could he not? His newly born daughter swaddled in red breathes lightly as she sleeps, an angel in every way in his eyes. He’s been watching the way her chest rises and falls with every breath, absolutely mesmerized. Then there’s you, the beholder of his love and promises. He knows he’ll never be happier than he is right now, with your arms draped over his shoulders as he watches your daughter. His hand reaches up to hold your arm as you hug him from behind and when you chuckle softly in his ears, he wonders how he could have ever gotten so lucky such as to even be here with you.

“Five more minutes,” he says through a light chuckle, his thumb tracing circles on your arm.

You can barely contain the giggle that bubbles up your throat. “I’m pretty sure you said that an hour ago when you laid her in her crib… and then you’ve been leaning over her ever since.”

He looks up at you, blue eyes twinkling and his lips quirked into a small grin. “Can you blame me?”

You kiss his nose. “Not one bit.”

Silence resumes once again and it’s not discomforting, no, it’s everything. It’s promises to be spoken and kept to the loves of his life and memories to share in a future that seems so tangible. You can see it in his eyes as he looks at your daughter- the pride that lays there between all the love and beauty.

“So tell me,” you rest your chin atop his blond hair. “How do you manage to make me fall in love with you over and over again as if it’s the first time?”

He doesn’t even try to quell the smile that breaks out across his features. “I could ask the same of you.”

You laugh and roll your eyes but continue. “After everything, you are Peter Parker; my tutor for chemistry, my best friend, my hero. My love, my life. My Pete.”

He feels strong.

“I love you. So much.” He squeezes your hand.

“I love you too.” You kiss the top of his head.

You stand and he follows suit, fingers intertwining with yours.

“Ready to sleep, Mr. Parker?” You wrap your arms around his neck as his hold you tightly against him.

“Yeah- let’s snooze for nine hours, Mrs. Parker.”

“Ugh, if that isn’t the greatest thing I’ve ever heard,” you squeeze your eyes shut, laughing lightly.

The corners of Peter’s eyes crinkle as he watches you, tired as you were beautiful - you must have been very tired.

“What, the nine hours of sleep or Mrs. Parker?” He wiggles his eyebrows and scoops you into his arms.

You yelp in surprise but never skip a beat as you reply with: “Nine hours of sleep.”

You wink and he throws his head back in laughter.

“You would.”

He turns off the lights in the nursery and carries you to your shared room.

“You know me so well.”

[umikawa]

Dance

Pairing; RIPeter x Reader

Warnings; it's short

A/n; I keep making short ones because I'm not finished with long ones. F u he doesn't die, and be teaches miles BUT they do meet the spider fam.

It was a quiet night, besides the rain outside tapping against the windows. Not liking the quietness, you decided to put some music on. Looking over your vinyls, you chose one that had your favorite slow song on it. Just as you put the record in, a knock on your front door pulled you away. Looking through the peep hole you saw your boyfriend, Peter, standing there in the cold night, hair wet from rain, holding a bouquet of sunflowers. You smiled lightly and opened the door, leaning against it,

'Hi Pete.'

He cleared his throat, 'Hey! Uh I know I said I wasn't gonna be stopping by today cause of the whole spider fam thing but I spared some time and yeah.'

You smiled at him and stepped to the side welcoming him in, 'Your hair is soaked Peter.'

He shook it around, drops of water flying around you making you giggle. 'Yep, totally soaked. Mind if i use a towel?' You gestured to the bathroom and he disappeared into it.

Turning your attention back to your record player, you placed the needle down onto it. Easily by Bruno major, began playing and you closed your eyes, focusing in on the music. Before it got to the chorus an arm wrapped around your waist, turning you around, seeing Peter staring down at you with admiration in his eyes.

'May I have this dance beautiful?' He asked holding his hand out.

You out your hand on his, 'You may.' He smiled and put a hand on your waist, your other hand that wasn't holding Peter's, went to hold onto his shoulder. He swayed You around for the whole song, not looking st anything else but your eyes. You did the same, not wanting to look away from his captivating beautiful blue eyes.

'We've been swaying for the past three minutes and i don't even mind.' He said smiling.

You smiled lovingly at your boyfriend, 'You know Pete, we could just be sitting on the couch together and I'd still have fun.'

He perked an eye at you, 'Oh? Is that so?'

You brought his head down, 'Yes, yes it is.' You placed You lips onto his, smiling into it. He tickled your sides making you giggle and squirm away from him, he kept tickling your sides making you squeal and try to run away from him making him grab your waist.. 'Peter!' You yelled happily, swatting his arms away.

'Y/n!' He said with the same energy as you. He tackled you as gentle as possible and continued to tickle you.

When he stopped he looked down at you a blushing, giggly mess and he loved it.

'I love you.'

You ran a hand through his hair, 'And I love you.' He grinned at you and pressed his lips against yours. You reached under his arm and tickled his armpit making him jump away from you.

'You did not just do that.'

You smirked at him, 'Oh but I did.'

He jumped at you and grabbed your waist again, 'You're gonna pay for that!'

Throughout the night it was endless tickle fights, slow music playing in the background, swaying around trying to dance, and endless kisses and cuddles.

Masterlist

[posidven]

𝙜𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 - 𝙧𝙞𝙥𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

warnings: mentions of character death, angst, the usual

word count: 523

a/n: I’d recommend listening to this (with headphones) as you read this! It’s the 8D version of the song and it’s a whole experience!! this is for @connorshero ‘s 2k writing challenge and i’m so delighted to be a part of it! thanks for being amazing, sadie. i can’t wait to see what’s to come for you and your blog!

Silky sheets and whirling aurorae mix in your bedroom. The morning light pulls you into consciousness, peeling your eyes open. Dawn claws its way into the room, tearing through the curtains.

Your body contorts into a stretch as you uproot yourself from the solace of your sheets. 

An orange hue fills the room, only the darkness of your shadow repudiating it. 

You plod towards the window and tug at the curtains, permitting Helios to take free reign of the space. The light plagues the room further, sun ricocheting throughout the vacant room, the vacant bed. 

The curtains whisk upon your fingers, delicate material against skin. You twirl the cloth around yourself, allowing it to take to the shape of your body. A ghostly feeling of human warmth structures, of his warmth. Your eyes flutter closed, enabling the embrace of the shade to overtake you.

The cloth beings to evolve under your touch, unfolding into a familiar shape. You know who this is, who this was. You melt forward enabling your body to stir with what it languished. 

Promptly, your forms are oscillating together in an elegant symphony, silhouettes morphing into one. The tune begins in a slow crescendo, tattering of feet following one another throughout the floor. 

Rays of sunlight brush your heels, igniting heat throughout your frame. The music grows louder, encompassing the residence. He extends his arm, twirling you around. The sensation of his fingers upon yours transmits shocks down your limbs. You giggle tenderly as your bodies collide into one another once more. You don’t dare open your eyes, fearing the exhibition will wash away from you the second you do. 

Your choreography extends for what appears as eternity. The waltz, the foxtrot, all the while the orchestra of your soul performs, enclosing you. 

The measure begins to die in a deep decrescendo, your movements lagging with each passing staff. He runs his hand against your arm, his touch much too ghostlike. His fingers slide up your palm until your hand is pressed against his. 

You wanted so desperately to release, to feel the features of his face one more time. To etch your fingertips along his jaw, to flutter the evermore-loose strand of blonde hair aside from his eyes. And yet you hold back. You remain a significant distance apart, only equated to the spirit by your hand. 

Each moment he lingers with you, your stomach drops further. His smell, his warmth, his laugh all comes back to you in grievous fragments. 

Your eyes flutter open, desperation to observe him just one last time brushing any fraction of logic from you. Sun spills onto the floor. The home emits a lethal emptiness, a putrid silence.

The apparitions of the life you once lived proceed in striking you. Your feet cling to the floor, frantically venturing to keep your knees from buckling. 

The honeyed nectar of the sun could no longer satisfy this abode. No quantity of citrus tones or roaring cityscape could permeate the void. This was empty. The wallowing kind that no matter how laboriously you clawed you’d never escape from, habituated by apparitions.  

This was your home. 

[hiddendrabbles]

eyes w/ ripeter

Looking into Peter’s eyes always filled you with such happiness. You could be laying in bed looking up at him as he hovered down and peppered your face in soft kisses. He also liked to twirl you around in the kitchen until you were so dizzy, the only thing you could see clearly were his eyes shining with mischief. Other times you’d come home and find him spread out on the couch, still in his Spider-Man suit, eyes tired but glad to see you. Oh how you loved that specific shade of blue his eyes were. Peter Blue, you called it. His own unique color. Pressing a clenched fist to your lips, you fought back tears. You heard tentative knocking on your door, so with a deep breath you pulled yourself together. As much as you could anyway. The first thing you noticed when you opened the door were the man’s eyes. His eyes. So similar to Peter’s. But brown. Vaguely you could hear the boy, Miles, saying something to you. Without realizing it, your hand had drifted to the man with Peter’s eyes. Those eyes. Fingers traced over the stranger’s cheekbone down to his jaw, you barely noticed your hand trembling, he felt so real. So painfully real, with Peter’s eyes, and his face. God, his face. Your vision was blurred by tears as you wrapped your arms around this Not-Peter’s neck and held him tight. Half formed words left your lips like fervent prayers that you muttered into his shoulder.

“Please be real. Please- just god. Ple- stay with me. Sta- god, tell me this is real. Peter. Pete- Please stay. I love you. Alright? I lo- Peter. I’m so sorry- please I’m so- Peter, please.”

Right now, if you squeezed your eyes closed together you could almost imagine it was your blue eyed Peter in your arms.