#* 🕸 ─────────── PETER + MAY.

[sensesdialed]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY PETER PARKER WITH AN HOUR TO SPARE

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Mad Season 🕸 Story A

Warnings: non/dubcon, social anxiety, chronic illness, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: this is Peter’s side of the story.

Summary: a class project gets messy. (short!reader)

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

Peter walks you to your dorm. You stop by the door and chatter into the crisp air. He clings to your hand so you can’t find your keys. You hum nervously and face him. 

“I gotta go...” you say. 

“Can I come with you?” He whines. 

You laugh then choke on it, “wait! You can’t. Peter, you left your whole party.” 

“I don’t care about the party. I...” he smiles and his cheeks deepen another shade, “it was an excuse. I invited you so you wouldn’t catch on to how much I like you.” 

“Uh, oh,” you utter, “that’s... sweet.” 

“It’s stupid. I should’ve just told you.” He shakes his head. 

“But... well, I don’t know. I can understand why you didn’t,” you shrug. “Still, I... I should really go get some sleep.” 

“And leave me?” He pouts. 

“Peter, I’m... sorry.” You look away shyly. “I have roommates.” 

“I’m sure they bring boys home. And girls. Promise, it’s not anything bad. I just... do you know how long I’ve been dying to snuggle you?” 

“Me?” You exclaim, breathless. 

“God, I’m such a dope,” he shrugs bashfully. “Fine, alright, alright. I’ll leave ya alone. Walk home. In the cold... alone.” 

Your heart squeezes and your face sets alight. He was nice enough to come all this way. You feel bad saying no. 

“Alright, but you have to be quiet,” you warn him. 

“For you, I will be,” he promises. 

You shake your head and wiggle free of his grasp. You reach into your bag and take out your keys. He grabs onto your arm and shivers.  

“Starting to feel the cold now,” he chuckles. 

You unlock the door and pull it open. You hold it so he can catch it and he follows you inside. He clings to you as you take him upstairs and you stop again to get through the front door of your unit. You push inside cautiously and peek through to the hallway before you enter. 

As you take him down the narrow hall, you’re suddenly self-aware of every little thing. His dorm is so much nicer. Not as cramped and there’s no crack in the ceiling. 

You get to your door and bring him inside. It’s only then that you remember you’re wearing his coat. You put your boots on the mat as he finally lets go and he does the same. 

You shrug his jacket off and hang it over the back of your desk chair. You sling your purse with it as you sense his shadow moving around. You grab the blanket from the bed and offer it to him. He comes closer with a grin. 

He takes it and sweeps it around himself. Before you can react, he wraps you up in his blanketed arms and urges you back to the bed. He falls down with you, bouncing over you as he rolls you atop him. You squeal and steady yourself as he sinks into your cushy mattress. 

“Hey,” you gasp. 

“Can’t help myself,” he says. “I’m about to shiver my toes off.” 

“Ha, me too,” you giggle. 

He keeps you in his arms and you stop wriggling. He’s too strong to resist and you’re too weak. Besides, he isn’t trying anything. Just holding you. You try to relax and lower your head to his shoulder. He purrs. 

“Isn’t this nice?” He asks. 

“Sure,” you answer thinly. “Yeah, I think.” 

You squeeze your eyes shut as you feel his heartbeat. Or is that yours? 

Despite your nerves and the stressful night, it isn’t long before you drift off. It might be that Peter is so warm or that you’re so tired, but you wake up stiff and sore from an awkward doze atop him. You lift your head and groan as he snores softly beneath you. 

The grey morning peers in through the narrow space between your curtains. You shift off of Peter onto the bed beside him. His arm remains draped around you. You hate to wake him up but you have a study group and need to go grab a few essentials from the student grocery. 

“Morning,” he croaks and you flinch in surprise. 

“Oh, hi,” you blink at him as your dry throat tickles. “Ahem, erm, I need to...” you lift yourself but he pulls you back down. 

“Leaving me already?” He teases. 

“I need to take my meds,” you eke out. “Sorry.” 

“Meds?” He lets you go, his hand brushing against your hip. 

“Asthma,” you explain as you carefully pull away, dragging the blanket off of him. 

“Oh, brrrrr,” he chatters, “chilly in here.” 

“Yeah, a little,” you toss the comforter back over him and climb off the bed. 

You take your pills out of the small chest you keep on the wall shelf. You swallow your dose and go to your purse to check that your inhaler is there. As you glance at Peter, he’s watching you. 

“I thought it was just that thing,” he points at your hand. 

“Oh, uh,” you rattle the inhaler, “I wish. Not so bad. Not if I’m not stressed but college can be kinda... stressful.” 

“Right,” he sits up. “Well, now you got me. I can help with that.” He winks and your make a face. He laughs. “Get your mind out of the gutter. I meant you can vent to me. Tell me everything that stresses you out.” 

“Uh, right, well... I’m a bit anxious. I have a project to work on at the library at eleven, so--” 

“You’re kicking me out,” he frowns. 

“No, no, I’m not, just letting you know. That’s all. I wouldn’t.... wouldn’t kick you out.” 

Your chest tightens and you instinctively shake the inhaler. You suck on it and cough. He moves to the edge of the bed. 

“Am I stressing you out?” 

You clear your throat and shake your head, “no, the air’s dry.” 

“You sure?” He goes to stand then moves the blanket slightly and stays seated. 

“Yeah, sure. Sorry. I just... worried about homework.” 

“About that, when are we getting together for ours? If your free tonight, I can order us dinner to the lab. It will be romantic but productive,” he suggests. 

“Erm, I’ll see how study group goes,” you say. “Do you want some tea?” 

“No coffee?” He grumbles. 

“Sorry, but I can run to the cafe. It’s just a block or two to campus.” 

“Nah, I’m good. What kinda tea you got?” He asks. 

“Let me check,” you smile. 

Before you can turn away, you notice how he moves carefully and stands. He keeps hold of the blanket and subtly reaches beneath. He tugs on his pants and rolls his weight from one foot to the other. You quickly look away. 

Tea! 

[indyanapolis898]

Away

mcu!peter parker x f!reader

Synopsis: Peter wonders why you didn't come over or answer your phone one night, so he decides to talk it out with you in your room.

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Peter slid the window up quietly, climbing onto the ceiling with grace. Dropping onto the floor, he looked around, seeing the room was void of people- one person in particular. His girlfriend, Y/N L/N, should've been in his room. 

"Y/N?" He whispered. No response. 

He invited you for dinner with him and May, yet, you weren't there. He dropped his suit and changed into a crewneck and jeans. 

"May?"

"Oh! Pete, you're back?" May called out from the other room. Her footsteps approached Peter's door. 

"Yup," he pursed his lips into a smile and nodded. 

"I didn't hear you come in. I must've been deep into the movie I was watching. It's a really good action movie I think you'd like, Pete."

"Yeah, I'll see it with you another time. Uh, did Y/N happen to come here already?"

May furrowed her brows as if she was thinking. "Mmm, no. She was supposed to for dinner, right?"

"Yeah. Maybe something got in the way. I-I'll call her." 

"OK, I'll go start on dinner, though."

Peter shut his door, dialing your number. It rang until it hit your voicemail. That worried the high schooler. You usually answered, especially on a night when you two had plans. Except, that was usually- before the past two weeks. You were becoming late to answering texts and calls, but this was the first time you ditched on plans.

He sat on the edge of his bed, his phone and hands on his lap. The more he thought about it, the more he realized how off you'd been acting. 

Did he do something? Did you do something? 

Maybe he was overthinking. He probably was. 

Peter dialed your number once again, listening to it go to voicemail. He shot you a quick text and decided to let the matter rest until you answered. 

He lay on his bed, phone at his side, waiting for a buzz. He'd occasionally hear one, yet it was usually for some dumb app. 

After ten minutes of lying and thinking, a few knocks were heard at his room door. Peter shot up, hoping it was you. You had just been late, and your phone was dead on the way to his apartment, right?

He groaned and deflated when he saw it was just Aunt May.

"Wow. You're happy to see me," May said facetiously with a chuckle. 

"Sorry," Peter shot a guilty smile. "I was hoping it was Y/N."

"Yeah, that's why I'm knocking. She called me and said she wasn't feeling good. Sorry, hun. Update me on how she feels throughout the week."

"Right," Peter nodded. "I will, thanks, May."

"Dinner's ready if you want it."

"I'm actually not very hungry," Peter looked down to the ground. "I'm gonna sleep... long day at school."

"Yeah, get some sleep, sweetie," May nodded with a knowing look, understanding he was upset about you.

***

Spider-Man peered through the window, sticking to the side of your building. He supposed he was being quite creepy, but he desperately wanted to talk to you. 

Your blinds were close except for the kink that had always been there. It was mostly dark in your room except for the faint glow of a phone in your bed. He could see your barely illuminated face.

Peter took a deep breath in and knocked lightly at your window. He could see you look up, slightly startled, until you spotted him at the window. 

You looked upset at the sight, reluctantly sliding out of your bed to your window. You unlocked the window, bringing it up.

"Peter!" You hissed in a quieter voice. "What are you doing here?" Your face was red up close, and it looked like you'd been crying.

"I- I mean, you weren't replying to your phone, and you didn't come over, so I-"

"So you came to my apartment while my parents are home, and you're in your suit!" You whisper-yelled. 

"Well- I- yes," Peter answered in disappointment and shame.

"Peter, you can't be here. Please go."

Peter's heart broke at that. "W-why? I don't get it... I do my best to be a good boyfriend. I thought I did enough?"

You broke down into silent tears. Peter climbed into the room and pulled you into a hug- you embraced it. 

"Please, Y/N/N, tell me what's wrong."

"I just-" You say through tears. "My parents say that you barely spend time with me, and they just talk bad about you, and that hurts. A-and the more I thought about it, the more I realized how busy you always are, and the times you aren't out being Spider-Man, you're thinking about Spider-Man work."

"Oh," Peter breathed out. He pulled his mask off, letting it fall to the floor. 

"I'd never agree with any of the bad things they said about you- it's just so hard to have your family bash your boyfriend. Sometimes I wonder if they know best."

"I don't know what they said... but I promise I can do better because you're right, and they're right. I haven't given you my all."

"Don't get me wrong- being Spider-Man is so important, and what you do is incredible. I just can't continue a relationship with two different people- it's taking a toll on me. And as much as it pains me... if we need to break up so you can continue being Spider-Man full time, then it's for the best," you choked up more tears. "But I don't wanna break up, Peter."

Peter felt his throat close up. "I don't wanna break up either. I can't ever quit being Spider-Man, but I can be a better Peter. You deserve more, and I'm so sorry. Give me one more chance, and I promise I'll make more time for you."

You hug him tighter. "I trust you. I don't ever want to guilt you, Peter. I'm sorry for pulling away over the past few weeks. I guess it's just been a lot on my mind."

"It's ok. I should be sorry. And, Y/N/N, if you ever need to tell me something important, I promise you can."

You nod. "I know. I guess I thought you'd be upset if you thought I was trying to make you quit your work or break up."

"I would never think that. We're strong- we can make things work."

You chuckle, breaking away from his embrace to sit on your bed. "I'm exhausted now, but at least I feel better."

"I'm glad I came here. I should go, though." 

You yawned. "No, don't go. Will you sleep next to me?"

Peter grinned. "What about your parents?" 

"Just sneak out before seven."

"Can do," Peter grinned, slipping under the sheets of your bed- wrapping his arms around you as you both drifted off to sleep, knowing things would be okay.

[amourcherie606]

[ 🕸 earth 515 - Peter Benjamin Benavides-Parker; Spider-Man 🕸 ] Peter Parker is a chicano lad from Queens who got bit by the Fairy-God of Spiders and is now responsible for the existence Spiders unfortunately. Spider-Man deals with walking grandmas across the street, scientifically enhanced foes, and the occasional magical creature hellbent of the destruction of existence. Peter Parker is an intern for Reed Richards, Photographer for the Daily Bugle, and a student at ESU.

AHHH so excited to finally post a full ref of my Peter! Concept art and design talk all under the cut!!

My final design for Spider-Man is heavily magical girl inspired while also staying true to Spider-Man elements [ btw his 'ballroom gloves' are actually webbing wrapped around his arms ]. This Spider-Man is able to genetically produce magical webs and even spawn four Spider legs from his back - hence the slits in his back. He drinks potions to come up with new web effects! All of his Spider-like features are dialed up x 10000000000. His Spider-sense is similar to Spider-Womans from the 1980d lol, practical visions warning him whenever he may be in danger or make a mistake he'll regret in the feature. This unfortunately causes him to ignore more often as he grows older, which leads to some interesting conflicts.

I have so many variant designs lol these are just a few of them

[luunaz]

Masterlist 🦎

Hi! In this post you can find my fanfiction, reactions and drabbles on different fandoms. English is not my native language, so there may be mistakes in the texts. If you find any mistake, write to me so that I can fix it. Thanks!

type:

🌸 — fluff

🍂 — angst

🕸 — dark/horror

⚡️ love and deepspace masterlist

the chronicles of narnia

♡ [Morning with Peter Pevensie] - 🌸

♡ [When you come back] part 1, part 2, part 3 (Peter Pevensie) - 🍂

♡ Autumn evening with Peter Pevensie | modern!au - 🌸

♡ Kissing with Pevensie (Peter and Edmund) + Caspian - 🌸

♡ [Caspian's Sibling] Peter Pevensie - 🌸

♡ William Moseley (Peter Pevensie) with reader - 🌸

♡ Jealousy with Pevensie (Peter and Edmund) + Caspian - 🌸

♡ A secret rendezvous in a blooming garden [Peter Pevensie] - 🌸

♡ Kiss me [Peter Pevensie] - 🌸

♡ A gift [Edmund Pevensie] - 🌸

♡ Grumpy cat [Edmund Pevensie] - 🌸

♡ I will always find you [Edmund Pevensie] - 🌸

stray kids

Bang Chan

♡ ghost!au | silence | Bang Chan - 🕸

♡ horror!au | midnight | Bang Chan - 🕸

♡ [The light inside] part 1, part 2 - 🕸

request are open!

I'm writing about The chronicles of Narnia, LOTR and The Hobbit, Naruto. You can suggest your idea and I'll write a short story. If I can't write anything, I'll let you know right away. In other cases, just wait :) thank you!

[honey-minded-hivemind]

In a reboot/reimagining of X-Men Evolution, what if the Spider-kids were there, too, with maybe Aunt May and another Spider-adjacent adult, and they were their own group, along with the Brotherhood and X-Men... And then there is Reader, a spider mutant, who is now stuck in the middle of the three groups, and is trying to stay neutral and out of their way? More-or-less wanting to stick to themself, but not cold or aloof, just someone who may be slightly uneasy around them, yet is friendly or at the least amicable?

Like, imagine the Spider-kids consist of Peter Parker/Spiderman, Miles Morales/Spin, Gwen Stacy/Ghost Spider, maybe with their friends/enemies as Spider-kids too, like Harry Osborn but with Carnage, or a green crab spider or orchard spider theme, Mary Jane Watson or MJ with her symbiote or with a trapdoor spider theme, maybe Flash with the Venom symbiote or with a tarantula theme... Reader I can see being a wolf spider, orbweaver, or jumping spider mutant. Especially if they are related to or an experiment involving the DNA of one of the adult mutants.

Would the X-Men and Brotherhood try to get the Spider-teens at some point to join their groups? Probably. Would it work? I think it depends on what the options are and how stable their powers are. Would they be more spider-like? Yes. The Venom symbiotes could be anything from aliens to experiments to even an alternate personality. Or they could be with the adults? It's undecided as of the moment.

Characters that won't be included in this au are Eddie Brock and Miguel O'Hara. I like them, for the most part, but I'm not sure how to write them. I do like Venom, but I'm sticking more along the animted versions of him, as that works better with this AU.

A name for this AU could be the 🕸Silken Threads and Venomous Webs🕷 AU...

Either way it goes, it sounds like a fun AU to me, and I hope to be able to bring it to life a little. Thank you for reading, and have a great day or night 💛🧡🍯🐝

[imfromthedeepblueunderworld]

Intro!!!

I'm Frye, I'm a lesbian woman and I go by she/they pronouns!!! I am a proshipper and a darkshipper, I have been since I was 8 and first introduced to shipping culture, if I see a 'nice' anti in my inbox or comments trying to 'nicely' get me to convert beliefs, I will block you. I block freely as well. Also, if I ever post my art here, do not reblog with an image ID. I get infected and ill very often and may be inactive for long periods of time because of it. I don't care if antis interact with me, I won't respond to harassment and I'll either block or laugh and move on. Reblog with as much hate as you want, you won't get anything, sorry!!!

INTERESTS:

Scott the Woz, iCarly, Danganronpa, FNaF, D4DJ I LOVE D4DJ TALK TO ME ABOUT D4DJ, Monster High G3, Repo! The Genetic Opera, Papa Louie, H2o: Just Add Water, slasher films (Halloween, Tcm, and saw my beloved) dbd, and Tadc!!

DNF:

Pro-contact harmful paras, antis, true crime fetishists (if you like watch documenaries its fine but if you make fancamsof the fucking columbine shooters shoo go awayyy), anti endo/pro fakeclaiming, Byakuya Togami simps/selfshippers cuz Makoto will start crying (no hate ofc it's js Maloto os our headmate and will get rlly sad lmao)

RADQUEERS AND TRANSIDS STOP FOLLOWING ME FFS CHILDREN CANT CONSENT AND YOU CANT CHANGE YOUR RACE

^ this is me irl btw :3

Stamps not made by me btw💗

I made these tho ^^

ROMANTIC F/O'S:

Venus McFlytrap (Monster High G3) Rika Seto (D4DJ) Pomni (Tadc) William Afton (Fnaf Movie)(belongs to Mike) Byakuya Togami (Danganronpa)(belongs to Makoto)

PLATONIC F/O'S:

Deuce Gorgon (Monster High G1) (we have been besties for years) Gooliope (Monster High G1)

I'm ok with sharers except for Pomni, thats my wife, not urz <3

Also I have a strawpage, go wild https://fryestansstupidsite.straw.page/

And I have a discord server https://discord.gg/Wdxsm7an

So far, only 1 of my headmates (Makoto) has a separate blog here

I bit the bullet and got a rednote account, take it.

I have BPD, and just found out i have DID, so cut me some slack here lol, I'm trying my best

Okay here's a list of all our headmates cuz uh idk man, literally all of them are fictives whoops

Cleo🌺🍹(host

Mike💤 (frontbanned)

Makoto🩷🍀(little)

Hajime🍊🧃(protector)

Dawktrap👾🔮 (evil as shit)

Peter🕷🕸 (totally not Spider-Man)

Chet🟢🟩(also frontbanned for worse reasons)

Frank🩸🔪(gay gay homo gay)

Migraine💧💠 (most obscure ass character for a fictive vro)

Jecka🎀👚(frontbanned, we have way too many frontbanned alters)

Adam⛓️🦴 (queer)

Stretch🎙📼 (texan)

Bubba🦴🍖 (nonverbal mostly)

Melodine🎶🎵 (also protector)

Marina🌊⛵️ (dumb)

Jesus christ anyways this will probably be updated a good bit

[truthful-deceitful-bah]

may we get a level 2 w/ all add-ons pack of a truthless recluse fictive please? we’d like him to be really dependent on shadow milk if possible ^.^ ! thank you

I had a blast with this request, he was so fun to do and we really hope you enjoy him!

Reminder headmates may turn out differently, we give lots of variety, you don't have to take everything :)

Pack under the cut~

Name(s) - Truthless Recluse, Recluse, Lies, Judas, Cain, Seth, Noah, Peter

Gender - demiboy, quoigender

Pronouns - he/him, they/them, h?/h?m, th?y/th?m, it/its

Species - cookie, ancient

Age range - ageless, shifts how he presents sometimes

Orientation - gay, homosexual, achillean

Role(s) - secret keeper, Trauma holder, serpent, Timekeeper, insomnaut, Isolator

Source - cookie run: kingdom

Faceclaim(s) - first comes from the wiki, second is from this post!

Sign-off ideas - ☠️💬💭🤲✊️👁🦴🦚🪼🦋🪺🐦 (I picked out a random collection but I wanted things that might complement a shadow milk)

Likes - cafés, naps, *their* shadow milk, thunderstorms, mid-winter, snow/ice, the sound of birds chirping

Dislikes - feelings, others that are not *their* shadow milk, getting their hands dirty, glue (sticky), loud noises, groups of people

Aesthetic -

Userbox -

Potential Triggers - their smilk fronting, needing time to themself, insomnia hitting the body, intense feelings, needing to make sure the body goes to appointments

Paras/Kinks - θη, 💭🧿, 🐙, 💥, 🦖, 💐, 🌼, 💤, 👄, 🏓, 🩸, ⛓️, 🪢,🔗, 🛐,🧹, 👙, 🕸🖤, 💭🔪, 🗣️💬💔, 👏🪄

Silly fun facts -

Hates anything sticky textured, is very dramatic if he touches sticky things

You'll often find them hanging off of their smilk or otherwise lurking in the background, they can be a little creepy about it

Uses quoigender because "i don't have time to think too much about that rn", they're just unlikely to bother with it

Would love to curl up with a matcha or some sort of tea and watch crappy TV shows

If you ever convinced them to play smash, they would pick mr. Game and watch because he's a funny little guy (yes he is treating him like smilk the whole time)

[gin-stan]

My Spider-Man Variant

I have much to say about him.

these are just doodles so appearances can change in the future.

[MINI BIO]

He's a Peter Parker varient.

He's 21 and is a college student pursuing a double major in bio chem.

He got a full ride scholarship due to academic prowess.

He's a freelance photographer at the Daily Bugle on the side to pay for other expenses.

He still has the same old origin story (Spider bite uncle Ben's death, lived with Aunt May *she's still alive*).

He will be happy because I want him to be.

Fun fact: When wearing his Spider-man suit, he will always be drawn off model. That is bc (I) the laws of his universe care not for consistency. He will always look a little silly.

🕷🕷🕷🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸

Not sure what to call him. He's not an oc or sona but a spider varient, basically...

My Ask box is open if you have any questions about him or otherwise. A lot of it is still a WIP, but I'll do my best to answer. (Alot of this is on the fly lol)

[multiverse--wanderer]

Spider Hunter | Eddie (Venom) x Peter Parker (MARVEL) [ENG]

[One-Shot based on the OTP between Eddie (Venom) and Peter Parker from MARVEL. WARNING: This One-Shot contains explicit depictions of intimate relationships. Did you enjoy this One-Shot? Don't forget you can read more like this on my Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/MultiverseWanderer In the vast, cold city of New York, two conflicted souls find themselves caught in a game of desire, power, and need. Eddie Brock, a man torn apart by his own demons, and Venom, a symbiote embodying his darkest impulses, share an unbreakable bond that teeters between brute strength and a desperate longing for belonging. Both consumed by a shared, maddening desire: Peter Parker. What begins as a tension-filled chase soon spirals into a whirlwind of complex and forbidden emotions. Venom's obsession with possessing Peter, coupled with Eddie's internal struggle between devouring or protecting him, intertwines in a dangerous dance. Meanwhile, Peter, grappling to make sense of his own attraction to Eddie, faces feelings he never imagined he would experience.

...

REMINDER:

This story has been written in Spanish, which is my native language. This story has been translated to the best of my ability, although it is possible that it may have mistakes.

This is just a way to transport my writing to a common language for the rest of fans like me. For a better immersion, I recommend reading the story in its original version.

You can find this story on Wattpad and Archive of Our Own.

Thank you so much for reading me and see you in the stars.

...

-'🕸'-

New York is a vast ocean of lights and shadows during the winter nights of this season. The streets are alive, filled with laughter and conversations blending with the hum of cars and the constant jingling of Christmas bells. It's December, and the city pulses with a festive glow, wrapped in a mantle of warm colors and golden glimmers, while snow gently falls, blanketing the cobblestones with a white cover that crunches under the feet of passersby.

But above it all, beyond the lights and sounds, where the moon hangs like a solitary gem in a frozen sky, something darker lurks. Venom, the symbiote that has made Eddie Brock its host, moves with him as a dark symphony—a fusion of muscle and tendrils clinging to icy surfaces, advancing like an oil stain in pursuit of its prey.

And tonight, that prey has a name, a scent, an essence that has driven both the symbiote and the man mad: Peter Parker.

Venom revels in desire, a voracity burning within like an unquenchable fire. It's a need he cannot fathom, a hunger that transcends mere cravings for flesh or thirst for destruction. No, this time it's more than that. It is a consuming desire, a primal urgency to envelop Peter in his limbs, to taste his skin, to savor him in ways even Venom cannot fully understand. A sexual hunger, an impulse that unravels his control, making him slide across rooftops like an unbalanced shadow. He wants Peter, craves him like never before. It's a feeling he can no longer suppress. He longs to touch Peter's skin with Eddie's fingers, to inhale the scent of his nape, to bite those soft lips and entangle their tongues in an eternal, wet kiss. He wants to mark him, to trace his tongue over every scar on the smaller man's body.

He wants his little spider for himself.

Inside, Eddie feels something similar yet profoundly different. It's not just physical desire, though that is there too, pulsing in his lower abdomen with every thought of Peter so close he could feel his breath. For Eddie, it's the look in Peter's eyes. The way his gaze fills with both determination and compassion, that unwavering humanity that makes him a beacon in the darkness. For someone who has spent so much time in the shadows, Peter's brilliance is almost blinding—a temptation of both redemption and damnation.

As the years go by, Eddie finds it harder and harder to hold himself back. Enemy or ally depending on the circumstance, he recalls moments shared between just the two of them. He remembers the exact moment everything began to make sense—watching a movie in his apartment during a time when they could be considered more than just allies. He remembers seeing Peter with his hair damp from a warm shower.

It had been a long night, and Peter had ended up at Eddie's place, battered and worn, with his suit torn and his body covered in wounds. Eddie offered him refuge while he recovered from the pain in his ribs and back. He had tended to Peter's injuries, the cuts on his chest and side, brushing over that soft, untainted skin—so warm, even in the chill of last winter. He had watched Peter shiver and groan in pain, yet his skin prickled under Eddie's touch, a silent testament to how long it had been since someone had caressed him. Eddie's hands gripped his waist as Peter lay back on the couch. He saw how his broad, rough fingers enveloped Peter's slender figure, how perfectly he seemed to fit within his grasp, letting himself be held like a docile kitten.

Eddie's pulse quickened. Venom salivated uncontrollably inside him. He wanted to take Peter without asking, to break what few unbroken bones he had left and claim him right there and then.

"Take him," whispered the voice in his mind, low and persuasive.

"He's ours. Make him yours."

Eddie closed his eyes, clenching his fists tightly as he fought to suppress the words reverberating in his mind like a relentless echo. He couldn't. He shouldn't. Peter was broken—physically and emotionally—and in that moment, he had entrusted himself to Eddie's care with a level of faith Eddie knew he didn't deserve.

Instead of giving in to his impulses, he draped a warm blanket over Peter and offered him clothes that were a little too big but undeniably comfortable. Peter, half-asleep, allowed himself to be guided without resistance, trusting the shelter Eddie provided. As the night wore on, they ended up on the sofa together, a Christmas movie playing in the background, though Eddie couldn't follow the plot. His attention was entirely consumed by the man curled up against him, seeking his warmth as if it were the only source of life in a cold, indifferent world.

Snow fell silently outside the window, cloaking the city in a white blanket that stood in stark contrast to the warmth building beneath the shared throw. Peter, his head resting on Eddie's shoulder, looked more vulnerable than Eddie had ever seen him. The gray T-shirt he wore revealed his collarbone—a delicate ridge of bone that rose and fell with each slow, deep breath. His hair, still damp, clung to his forehead and the nape of his neck in unruly strands, giving him an unintentional air of submission, almost innocent.

Eddie couldn't resist. Slowly, almost unconsciously, he leaned in and inhaled the scent of Peter's hair. It was a mix of his own cheap soap and something he couldn't place but found intoxicating, singular. A low groan escaped his lips before he could stop it, a sound laden with suppressed desire.

—Eddie... —Peter murmured, barely audible, his voice thick with sleep. It wasn't a protest, nor a reproach—just a soft echo that made Eddie shiver.

The monster within him stirred eagerly. Without thinking too much, Eddie slipped a hand under the blanket, finding Peter's waist. It was warm, fragile, perfect beneath his palm. He pulled him closer, adjusting their position so that the weight of Peter's drowsy body rested fully against his chest. His other arm wrapped around Peter's shoulders, as though shielding him from the world but also ensuring he wouldn't slip away.

Then, as if responding to an unspoken desire, Venom's tendrils emerged. Dark, glossy, and almost ethereal, they brushed against Peter's skin with a possessive touch. Peter let out a small whimper, muffled against Eddie's chest—a sound so sweet, so delicate, it utterly disarmed him.

Eddie's heart pounded like a frantic drum, his body reacting in ways he couldn't control or hide. Never before had he felt such an overwhelming need—a fusion of physical and emotional desire that terrified and maddened him in equal measure. But something about Peter's fragility, the way his body fit so perfectly against Eddie's, forced him to hold back.

That damned whimper... why had it sounded like that?

His heart raced, his arousal undeniable, and yet he summoned every ounce of restraint he possessed. Never in his life had he needed so much self-control.

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[goosewriting]

finals are over, you know what that means!

❇️ REQUESTS OPEN 📢🪿

» before requesting, make sure to read the rules in the pinned post as well as look over the masterlists to see what has already been written! « (for your convenience, i copied the rules down here under the cut as well!)

→ requests will remain open for: an indefinite amount of time → i only write gn!reader (seriously read the rules pls)

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🐢 RotTMNT: Leo, Donnie, Raph, also their future versions! (please specify/pitch a timeline of your choice)

💫 Star Wars: Fives, Zeb Orrelios, Armitage Hux, Cal Kestis, inquisitor!Cal

🕸 Spiderverse (ITSV, ATSV): The Spot, Hobie Brown

🕷 Marvel's Spider-man (Insomniac Games): Peter Parker, Ganke Lee

please note: some of these characters are more tentative than others. i can't guarantee that i will write every request, but i'll try my best! it really depends on if it inspires me or not, and that may take some time or not happen at all. either way, thanks for sending something in<3

→ requesting rules:

only reader inserts, no OCs or canon x canon

reader is always gender neutral

reader’s ethnicity is always unspecified (as in skin colour, cultural background, etc.)

reader with specific physical traits is okay, please specify! (e.g. height, build, hair length, etc.)

mutant/non-human readers are okay, please specify!

in general, the more specific, the better!

no smut, only platonic/romantic

no blood-related reader (where the reader is the requested character's biological sibling, parent, kid, etc). sibling-like relationship through friendship/found family is ok!

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Mad Season 6 🕸 Story A

Warnings: non/dubcon, social anxiety, chronic illness, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: this is Peter's side of the story.

Summary: a class project gets messy. (short!reader)

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

“Um...” you drone dumbly at Peter. “I don’t know.” 

He stares back at you. He looks scared, “you don’t know?” 

“I’m sorry, I...” the raucous party rumbles on inside the walls. “I can’t think here.” 

“Hey, let me grab my jacket, we can talk outside,” he offers. “Wait, where’s your coat? You can’t go out like that?” 

You look down and realise you left your jacket inside. In fact, he took it. You shrug and he holds up a finger.  

“Please, just give me a chance.” 

You nod. What else can you do? He rushes back through the door and you turn away. You try to ignore the couple sloppily lapping at each other’s mouths. 

You don’t know what to think. You can barely cling to a coherent thought. Bucky’s warning echo in your head. Isn’t this proof? There are other girls, not just you. Yet, you keep asking yourself why you care about them. Peter asked you to be his lab partner, not his girlfriend. 

In fact, no one has ever asked you to be their girlfriend. Why would they? You’re quiet and boring. You shrink back against the wall and peer down at the floor. You should just tell Peter to go back to MJ. 

He appears and your resolve rots away. He only has his coat. “Hey, I’m so sorry, I couldn’t find your coat. I looked all over. The green one right? With the orange buttons? I don’t know what happened but take mine.” 

He holds you his jacket, “Oh, it’s fine. I can’t--” 

“Now what kinda jerk would I be if I let you go cold?” He insists. “I’ll be fine. Really. I like the cold.” 

You blink and take the jacket. You don’t like arguing. You already feel bad enough after barging in on him and MJ. You can’t stop thinking of it. God. It feels so... wrong. 

He walks you down the hall. You’re both silent. You keep distance between you as you get to the elevator and ride it without saying a word. You go out into the lobby and as you get to the front door, you grab the front of his jacket and start to push it off. 

“Please, keep your coat. I should go home--” 

“Just hear me out, okay?” He begs and stops you from taking off the coat. “Please.” 

You face him and dip your chin, “okay.” 

He sighs. You peek up from under your eyelids. He smiles nervously, cheeks pinkening, and he shifts his weight on his feet. He clears his throat. 

“Look, I’m an idiot. I went into that room with MJ. I know how she is. I’m not going to play victim here. All I can say is it won’t happen again.” His jaw ticks, “I’m a dummy. I was... I was so nervous about talking to you. I know you hate parties but I thought if I was drinking I could just tell you how I feel. And of course, it just made me stupid.” 

Your mouth falls open. He can’t be saying what you think he is. Right?

Before you can respond, the door to the lobby opens and you look over as MJ struts out. Her long legs are toned in her heels and her short leather skirt. Her hair is perfect and her makeup brings out her natural colouring. She’s perfect and you’re wearing a pleated skirt. 

You look at Peter again and deflate. 

“Peter,” MJ approaches, “why’d you run off?” 

“MJ,” he sighs, “I told you--” 

“What did you tell me before you had my tongue down your throat?” She smirks. 

“Stop,” he snips. “I said no.” 

“But you didn’t stop me,” she scoffs. “And now what? You’re scurrying around with her? Really? Her?” 

“Don’t be mean,” Peter steps between you and her, as if he’s trying to hide you. 

“You call it mean, I call it honesty,” she chirps back. 

“Get out of here. You weren’t even invited,” he snarls as he reaches back and latches onto your wrist. 

“When did you turn into such a fucking loser?” She snips and shoves him.  

He collides with you but takes most of the impact. She stomps out in her clunky heels as you turn to watch her. She doesn’t look back. 

Slowly, you spin back to Peter, “are you alright?” 

“Yeah, fine,” his shoulders droop. “Look, I get it. I screwed up. I don’t want to ruin the rest of your night. I already dragged you here. Just, take my coat, get home safe. Be done with me.” 

His eyes twinkle wetly and his nose twitches. He looks like he could cry. As small as you are, he seems even smaller in that moment. 

“You didn’t let me answer,” you say. 

His forehead lines in confusion and his lips open wordlessly. 

“I... I’m surprised is all. It’s been a weird night and...” You sway and fold your hands. “I’m kind of a mess myself. I really don’t do well in crowds. I know you know that.” You try to smile. “And I know it’s lame but... I really do try and...” you look away and your cheeks heat up. “I don’t think I would if I didn’t like you too.” 

Another suffocating silence sucks the air out of the room. You fidget and stare at your boots. You wince as Peter steps closer. He surprises you as he pulls the jacket closed and does up the zipper. As the tab reaches the top, he taps your chin and you look up at him shyly. 

“Can I walk you home?” He asks as he brushes his hand down the sleeve and tickles your fingers. 

A full smile breaks through and you nod giddily, “sure.” You grab onto his hand, vibrating in vibrant excitement. Can he feel you shaking? 

“You still cold?” He asks as he tugs you towards the door. You shake your head but as you step outside, he puts his arm over your shoulder and pulls you close. He walks you down the pavement as a blistering wind blows around you. “Gotta keep my girl warm, huh?” 

“Your... girl?” You squeak. 

He hums and squeezes you tight, “all mine.” 

[spidey-kinz]

Hi, this is my fictionkin sideblog! Here I post about my kintype(s) and general thoughts on anything kin-related :]

Intro under the cut!

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🕷 Pronouns 🕸 ⋆ He/they

🕷 Name 🕸 ⋆ Peter Parker (Earth-96283)

🕷 Orientation 🕸 ⋆ Asexual biromantic

🕷 Age 🕸 ⋆ 25 as of making this blog, I may forget to update though!

🕷 Kin type 🕸 ⋆ Fictionkin

🕷 Media / Species 🕸 ⋆ Spider-Man 1->3 (2002-2007)

🕷 F/O(s) 🕸 ⋆ Harry + MJ <3

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🕷 Doubles? ▹ Sure! The Marvel multiverse is vast after all!

🕷 Mediamates? ▹ Yes, absolutely! I'd love to talk to you!

🕷 Mediatalk? ▹ Go for it!

🕷 Memory? ▹ Only vague ones, mostly just feelings, but I hope this blog will bring some back :]

🕷 Slander? ▹ Uhhh maybe? Not entirely sure what it means by this tbh

🕷 Shift trigger(s) ▹ Unsure. It's kind of like background noise if that makes sense?

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🕷 Touch? ▹ You can try, but I'm not sure how that works on tumblr lol

🕷 Nickname? ▹ Pete, Parker, Webhead– go nuts!

🕷 Flirting? ▹ As long as its sfw I don't see why not, but be respectful please!

🕷 Shipping? ▹ No, I'm not comfortable being shipped with anyone.

Extras ───🕸

I'm kinda new to the whole Otherkin thing, so please be patient with me! I'm mostly making this blog to explore the community and figure things out. I had dreams about being... well, me, since I was little, but only recently started questioning if they were just dreams or an indication of something more. Mostly similar to the Raimiverse Peter, at least in personality, though I don't have a lot of memories to go off of. Possibly the version that was created by the events of No Way Home? I'm also autistic with a special interest in entomology, specifically arachnids! Tbh I probably only got bit b/c I picked the spider up to admire it lmao

I'd love to talk to Harry, from any source. I just miss my best friend.

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Original template by @petals-and-all :]

[androgynouswerewolfwerewolf]

Marvel Queen cat sexy buttock

Lily hollister better known as Queen Cat. She is the harry osborn's girlfriend and carlie cooper's best friend although she may be in love with Peter parker 🍑👑😻🕷🕸♥️👍

[labwebs]

🕸still convinced may hid a box of baby things for peter and mj somewhere in her house that they didn't/won't find til they're getting ready for a baby

[roxy-bat-wolf-pack]

Imagine:

You find out Peter Parker is Spiderman🕸

Non gender specific reader/ Spiderman

It was a complete accident when you found out Peter was Spiderman.

He doesn't see you just outside his room. It was supposed to be a surprise

He pulls the mask over his head and leaps from the window without a backward glance

You stand shocked and your instinct to run takes over

Aunt May ask what's wrong, but you can't even get words out.

How do you even explain that your best friend is Spiderman

Does she even know?

You can't sleep that night, your mind is racing

You pull out you phone with intentions to text him but after what feels like forever you give up

How do you even start that conversation

"Hey btw I was spying on you and saw you change into your spidersuit. Nbd, it's totally chill!" Yea right

At school the next day, you try to play it cool, but he definitely notices the way you are looking at him

How do you face him?

Your face turns red from remembering all the times you confessed your undying love for Spiderman to him

Your locker is decorated with magazine cutouts of the webslinger, your best friend!

You decide the best corse of action is a note, telling him you know and his secret is safe with you

He tries to talk to you but you're just too nervous

The look on his face when you can't speak to him is like a punch to the heart

This will all be better when he reads the note

The ball is in his court now

That night, you sit by you phone waiting desperately for his call

Will he be ok with you knowing? Will he be upset?

It rings, and you're glad to find that he sounds happy on the other end, relieved even

"I'm so glad I don't have to keep this a secret from you anymore. Lying to you killed me, but I just wanted to keep you safe"

You're so relieved. Honesty in your relationships is so important to you

"You mind if I swing by? No pun intended!"

He always finds a way to make you laugh

"Yea tiger, swing on over. You know it's always been my dream to have Spiderman show up in the middle of the night."