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#yandere spiderman x reader oneshot
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In the Name of Good | Prt 2 -[P.P.]
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Pairings: Dark!Yandere!Peter Parker x Female!Reader
Summary: The cat's out of the bag, so how do you proceed?
Word Count: 5.2k words
Content: MINORS DNI: 18+
Swearing, Mentions of Murder, Mentions of emesis, Smut, Oral (f and m receiving), P in V sex, choking, multiple orgasms, Daddy Kink
( Part 1 | Masterlist )
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A/N: The long-awaited sequel which is really just porn with a plot. I'm not sure if this will be a complete story but I may update it every now and then.
Peter's darkness is much more subtle in this piece so there are no major warnings this time around.
Happy Holloween you whores <3
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The early light creeps through your window, the golden rays kissing your skin. You stretch your fingers toward the carnelian beams and let your fingers dance in the sundust. You bask in the peace of the morning. As the sun rises it brings a new dawn, a new day. Who knew what you would do today? You could do anything. Today felt like a shopping day. It seems nice out and you could feel stress sitting in your bones, a deep ache pulling at your muscles. 
You stretch before opening your blinds. That’s odd, you don’t remember closing them. You look at the house across the street. Peter’s car sits in front of the house; if you squint your eyes, you can see him through the window. He sits perched in his desk chair, twirling a pencil as he examines a piece of paper. 
Something felt…off about this morning. It was something you couldn’t quite place but this morning brought a certain uneasiness. It was something you hoped a hot shower could fix. 
You let the steam ease your tired bones as you soaked in the eucalyptus sent. As you scrubbed your brain spiralled. What had happened? Why couldn’t you remember? Your brain felt fuzzy as flashes of intangible moments congested your mind.
You had been afraid. You remember the nausea that accompanied it. The knocked-over bottles on the sink were all too real to ignore. Peter was there. Had you been afraid of him? No! You shook your head trying to fling that thought to the farthest corner, somewhere it couldn’t hurt you again. Along with thoughts of dog tags, of headphones, of a twisted smile warped by shadows. 
Peter was here. Or rather you were there, with him, in his room. It was dark. Flashes of white cloud your mind. Harsh lines against the wall, you could feel them on your skin. As if somehow a part of you, intertwined with your being. 
You wiped the fog from the mirror and felt that familiar feeling of dread. It wasn’t a nightmare. Peter had…hurt people. He had killed them. And he- he hurt you. Purple stars on your shoulder, constellations woven into your skin to tell a tale of horror. You traced the bruises in abhorrence, the pads of his fingers left behind as a warning. 
You fell to the floor as everything washed over you once again. The chilled ceramic did nothing to soothe you. Like Eve, you had been brought to your knees by the tree of knowledge. Was it worth it? Every question you had ever had, answered by a cracked doorway that you carelessly ploughed through. You had tasted the flesh of the apple against your lips and now it was too late to go back. 
You paced your room as your mind reeled. Peter was a murderer. You should then turn him in. You knew, you had the evidence, you should turn him in. But would that be enough? Would it be enough to stop him? Would it be enough to absolve you?
As much as you hated to think about it, you already knew. You had recognised there was a darkness in Peter even when you were children. The way his reactions almost seemed rehearsed. The way he wouldn’t bat an eye at someone else’s misfortune. But you had labelled it as bravery. The way he would blindly charge into danger if you were in harm's way. The way he would run to May’s aid, big or small. The way he would clean your bumps and scrapes with nothing but a smile on his face. 
You looked at the pictures that adorned your bedroom wall. Peter had insisted on helping you hang them up. He had given you two stacks of photos one day in the warm July heat. You sat in your room between fans and your open window ushering in the humid breeze. Peter’s presence was a comfort then, as you looked through memories frozen in time. 
Now as you looked around all you saw was him. What was once a comforting remark now haunted you as you gazed into his empty eyes. “This way I can watch over you. I can always be here. I can always see you.” 
I can always see you. You felt suffocated under his dead gaze. There was nowhere you could go, nowhere you could hide. He was everywhere. 
You moved to open the window, hoping some fresh air would help. The light of the sun cradled you in a blanket of warmth. The chirping birds sing in melodies and harmonies alike as they skate through the sky. You close your eyes focusing instead on everything else. 
Peter watches in wonder as you absorb the world around you. He had been trying to give you space. He knew you would come around, he just had to give it some time. Let you wrestle with this for a bit before catching you in his arms. He knows that you would never leave him. He knew it was only a matter of time before you would call him or knock on his door. He just had to wait. He could do that. 
He sat camera faced at you, watching as your fingers pulled out the braid he had carefully crafted for you. He watched as you paced your room, hugging yourself close. He watched as you stared at the wall, tracing the shape of his face with a shaky hand. He watched as you went to the window, ripping it open and gasping for air. 
He joined you there, a street away. Your eyes were closed and your hair billowed in the wind as you drank in the sunlight. You were what ancient poets wrote of. You were his Ithica. His rock, his home, his love, his life. And you were so beautiful. 
You raised your head, opening your eyes, only to find Peter staring right at you. You felt a swirling of emotions in your gut. You were looking at pure evil, someone who killed to kill, someone who liked to kill. You were looking at someone who a few hours ago had no qualms about killing you. 
Your stare was expressionless, something that perplexed Peter. You usually wore your heart on your sleeve and every thought on your brow. But now, as he looked into your eyes, he couldn’t tell what you were thinking. He didn’t appreciate being out of the know. You had suddenly become an unknown variable in an equation he knew quite well. 
You tried to look at him objectively. You took in the way the sun seemed to melt into his skin, leaving stark shadows by the bulb of his nose and under the cut of his jaw. If someone told you that he had been carved from marble at the hands of Michelangelo, you would believe them. He was well-defined, every muscle and bone clear in the rays of the sun, but there was a softness to his edges that made him look feathered, almost holy. 
You had never stared Peter down before. He was seeing in you a boldness that he had yet to experience. He wasn’t sure if it was something he liked. You held a certain coldness that he was unfamiliar with. How odd. 
Peter tilted his head and you mindlessly mimicked it. You were attempting to break him down to a microscopic level, to judge his very molecules. Peter was dark but was he evil? This is what you were trying to solve. As you stared at him you thought back to every moment you had shared, tearing each memory to shreds, looking for anything that would tell you Peter was bad. 
You came up with a lot of ambitious greys. He had killed someone, several someones, but some of those murders were somewhat justifiable. He had killed pets. That was not good but better than killing people. He had been fascinated with the macabre but that made him fantastic to watch horror movies with. He had been cold to others but always showed you great kindness. He could display tremendous violence but you had only seen it in your defence. A vicious knight in shining armour coming to rescue you with bared teeth and bloody knuckles. 
You pulled away from the window leaving it open as you made your way down the stairs. Peter watched in curiosity as you marched your way across the street, not sparing him a single glance. He heard your determined steps and opened his door to you. 
You wrapped your arms around his waist, burying your head in his shirt. You couldn’t separate Peter from his actions. To lose any of him would be to lose him all. Your nails dug into his back as you blinked back tears. No. You were not going to lose him. Not today, not ever. Your Peter. 
“Aw, little lamb. What’s wrong?” He pulled you closer as you shook your head. How could you put it into words? How could you tell him that he was every boogeyman you feared but also the only solace from this waking nightmare? 
You pulled away with tears of anger. He looked at you confused and everything spilt over. You banged your hand against his chest. 
How could he? 
You brought your hand down again. 
He did this
And again.
You did this
And again
He did it for you
And again
And you let him
And again
For years
And again
You let him
You raised your fist another time, not nearly close to done, but Peter grabbed your wrist, stopping you. You struggled against him but his hold was strong, too strong to fight. Your wave of anger passed and left you with true exhaustion. You collapsed against him, small whimpers falling from your lips. 
He held you to his chest as you continued to cry. You focused on the beating of his heart, his hand tracing shapes on your back, his breath on your shoulder, the sweet cooing in your ear. This was Peter. This was the boy you loved. The one holding you and telling you everything was going to be okay. 
It wasn’t enough. You needed more. More of his gentle touches and reassuring words. You needed to feel him, to know he was real and here. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he caught your legs as you jumped. 
“It’s okay, little lamb, I gotcha.” And you believed him. He always had you. He always made it better. If you were with Peter everything would be okay. You buried your head into the crook of his neck, inhaling the woodsy smell of pine and cedar. It still wasn’t enough. You pulled yourself closer, your hands now in his hair and legs trapping him in a vice grip. You squeezed and squeezed, knowing he could take it. You just needed more. 
You felt a hand on your head and another wrapped around your back. It seemed like he was trying to reciprocate and the thought brought you a sliver of serenity. He moved to the bed, sitting you down on his lap and continued to pet your hair. All too soon he was breaking away and you couldn’t help the cry you let out. His hands found your face, lifting it to meet his gaze. 
“Little lamb, I can’t help you if you don't tell me what’s wrong.” The knot in his brows seemed real, as did the way he tensed his jaw. 
“I- I can’t-” You gulped helplessly for air but it felt as though someone had poked a hole in your lung. “I-You can’t- You can’t leave me!” 
You were gripping wildly at his shirt, trying to bring him closer, but his hold on your face kept you far away. He brought his lips to your forehead and everything stopped. For just a moment the clouds had parted and your mind cleared, but then he broke away and the fear swallowed you whole. 
In an act of delirium, you moved a hand from his shoulder to his neck. You felt the small goose bumps under the pads of your fingers, the drum of his steady pulse under your palm. It soothed you. You moved your hand lower, stretching his neckline as you reached for his pec, his heart. 
“Hey, hey, I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.” His hand on your wrist stopped you once again and you wanted to scream. His touch brought back that semblance of peace and in the quiet of your mind, you were able to piece together what you needed. 
Your eyes were filled with desperation, for what Peter couldn’t tell. He wanted to fix it. He could hear your heart thrumming, the small thing fluttering in your chest. 
“Please I…” Your mouth felt dry and your tongue heavy. “I need to feel you.” 
Peter froze. His mind was picking your words apart, dissecting each syllable. He thought he would explode. He looked over your frame, your heavy breathing and shaky hands. This is it. This is what he’s been waiting for. You would fall in love with him today. He was determined. 
He let go of your hands, placing his own on your waist. “Do whatever you need.”
You reached for his shirt and he helped you get it off. Your fingers traced the muscle and scars. He was so pretty. You needed more, more contact. You moved to take off your shirt and Peter watched in awe as you revealed yourself to him. 
You wrapped yourself around him, hands tracing the planes of his back, massaging the muscle under your palms. Peter’s hands were running up and down your back in comforting circles. 
His fingers began toying with the clasp of your bra listening for your reaction. He noticed the way your heart beat faster and your breath caught in your throat. He slipped the annoying fabric off your shoulders and gathered all the strength he had. You were on his lap, pressed against him. All of his late-night fantasies were coming to fruition and he had to stop himself from pinning you to the bed and fucking you like an animal. He had to be slow, and careful. 
You pulled yourself closer, head buried in his neck as your nose played with his pulse point. Peter trailed his shaking hands to your ass, squeezing it. You let out a soft moan and Peter could scream. He could feel you against him. He could pick up on the small pulse in your clit, the new warmth in your core against his waist. 
He trailed his hand down further, rubbing at your thigh, and you whined again. His fingers found your chin, lifting you to see him eye to eye. His palm flattened against your cheek and you nuzzled into it, lost in the warmth of his touch. Peter’s willpower was hanging by a thread and you were doing very little to keep him strong. 
“Little lamb, do you want me to make you feel better?” His other hand skated a path on the inside of your thigh. “Do you want me to fix it?” 
You nodded your head, the sheer force of it rattling your brain. He was gonna fix it. Peter knew you better than anyone and you knew he would give you what you needed, even if you weren’t sure what that was right now. But Peter would know. He always knew and he always fixed it. 
He brought his lips to yours and you felt the rapture in his touch. His grip on your thigh grounded you in the moment. His lips were dry and cracked, the dead skin threatening to cut you open but god if it didn’t make you feel things. His thumb pulled at your chin, opening your mouth to him. His tongue explored forth and you pushed yours forward trying to meet it. The kiss was awkward and lacking a certain grace but neither of you cared. 
He turned to the side, placing your back on the bed and slotting himself between your legs. You tried to pull him down and he let you guide him. With all of his weight on you, you began to feel a little better. Peter was becoming more and more tangible. 
His hands skated across your ribs then in towards your boobs. You moaned at the feeling of him holding you in his big hands. Peter’s kisses left your face to join his deft fingers. You had never felt like this before, like you were on fire but also like ice was running through your veins. Peter was both dousing the fire and adding petrol to the flames. It was intoxicating. 
He took a nipple in his mouth and worried it with his teeth. He was delighted when he felt you buck underneath him. He marked them as much as he could, while his hands worked on getting your jeans off. He wanted everyone to know they were his. Not Noah’s, not Micheal’s, not Morrissey’s, and certainly not Blake’s. 
No, no, this was all Peter’s. You belonged to him, well before this moment. You were always his. He knew he would make it so, that one day he saw you sitting on the curb. He knew then that you would be his. He spent years instilling this thought in your head. Years of meticulous planning and discreet word choice all leading to this moment. You would be his forever. 
He pulled down your jeans like he had many times before, but this time a new aroma surrounded him. It was all-consuming. Peter’s eyes darkened and you almost didn’t recognise the man in front of you. Without a single warning, he was gripping your thighs, pulling them apart to make space for his face. 
You felt his tongue against the crotch of your panties and it felt like he had shocked you with a twelve-volt battery. You gripped the sheets as he started making out with clothed pussy. His name tumbled from your lips and he had never heard a more sacrosanct sound. It brought him back to the moment. 
He had almost forgotten that you were awake. He didn’t have to be careful, he could indulge in everything you had to offer, and he planned to drown. He ripped your panties, the elastic snapping under his powerful grip. He placed his thumbs on your mound, pulling your lips apart to fully soak in the treasure before him. 
He ran his nose from your quivering hole to your clit, breathing in the aphrodisiac that is you. Your hips bucked again and Peter couldn’t help grinding into the mattress. He ate you out like a starved man at a Golden Coral. 
You couldn’t keep track of where he was. He was sucking on your clit, then thrusting his tongue inside you, then he was in both places at the same time. Your brain was melting in pleasure and Peter could tell you were close. He wasn’t exactly sure how but he just knew and the thought spurred him on more. He brought a finger to your cunt and watched as your toes curled. 
“Petey, I feel, I feel weird” Peter could have came just then. His imagination ran wild at the thought of you never coming before. And he would be the first person, the only person, to make you do so. 
“It’s okay little lamb, you’ll feel better I promise. Just let it go.” He put another finger in you and it hurt, but the way he was pumping them so fast had your mind spinning. He went back to attacking your clit and you felt an unfamiliar snap in your abdomen. It was like you were seeing colour for the first time. You let out a scream as you came and Peter slowly came to a stop. 
You saw him grinning between your legs before he dipped his head down once again. He pinned down your legs to keep you from squirming as his tongue entered you again. You could feel the muscle as it scrapped against your walls. He brought his thumb back to your clit and started running it in a circle. You couldn’t breathe. 
“Pete, Pete, it’s too much.” He just went harder and your back arched. Your hand flew to his hair, tugging on it, trying to pull him away. You felt him grunt into you as it reverberated through you. You felt that feeling in the pit of your gut again and you focused on Peter’s instructions. You felt your legs start to straighten and you were panting, music to Peter’s ears. You came again and Peter wasted no time licking it up. 
You lay there lifeless against his pillows, trying to catch your breath. You felt Peter stand and you turned to watch him slip off his pants. He stood before you, a Grecian god. His hard-on was reaching to his belly button, red and shiny. 
You sat up immediately. You had never seen a penis before, not in person at least. A few years ago Peter had introduced you to porn but it wasn’t really your thing. 
“Look what you did to me little lamb.” Your heart fell through the floor. He grabbed your hand placing it on the shaft. It felt heavy in your palm, and you started stroking it. 
“Does it…hurt?” You had heard guys at school talking about having erections. You had heard them talking about how sometimes it hurt and how cruel these girls were for making them hurt. You didn’t want Peter to hurt. 
“A little bit,” was all he said. You bit your lip, the guilt eating away at you. 
“I want to help. How can I help?” Peter put a hand on your face, his thumb tracing the hallow of your cheek. It then tracked its way to your lip, pulling it from your teeth before quickly replacing it. 
You swirled your tongue around his thumb, sucking it in further. Peter threw his head back in a moan and you stopped. 
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you!” You were doing this all wrong. You had caused Peter pain and you couldn’t fix it. Why couldn’t you fix him the way he fixed you? Peter only chuckled and you couldn’t understand what was so funny about you being a bad friend. 
“It’s okay little lamb, it didn’t hurt. It felt really nice.” You beamed at him and the pride in your eyes made him feral. 
“Really?” Of course, you were a pleaser. It would only make sense. This new revelation gave him so much more ammo. God, you were too good to be true. It was like he built you in a lab. In a way he kind of had. 
“Yes, you’ve been such a good girl.” You preened at his words. 
“Can you keep being a good girl for me?” You nodded your head and Peter used his thumb to pull your mouth open again. 
“Stick your tongue out for me, yeah just like that, now breath through your nose.” You followed his instructions as he grabbed your hair, bringing you closer and closer to his member. 
It felt heavy on your tongue, and a little tangy too. You wrapped your lips around him, tracing a prominent vein with your tongue. Peter threw his head back again and this time you continued. After a bit you felt his hand pull on your hair, pulling you away from his cock before slamming it back down. You choked around him and he kept you there, his other hand rubbing your cheek. 
“There you go, there you go. You gotta breathe through your nose. Just relax, yeah. You’re doing so good for me little lamb.” You focused on his words, trying to follow his instruction. He moved your head back and forward again falling into a steady rhythm. He was hitting the back of your throat with every thrust, you could feel a sore spot where his tip kept hitting. 
Above you, Peter was a panting mess. He was babbling and you felt proud of yourself for doing that to him. He was singing you praises about how good you felt, the great job that you were doing. He looked down at you and that was his reckoning. You were peering up at him, dick in your mouth and a slobbering mess. He saw the tears running down your cheeks and it took all of his strength to pull you away. 
One day he would fuck that pretty face of yours but he couldn’t now. His goal was to make you fall in love with him. He had to show you how good he was at pleasuring you. He had to show you that he knew what you needed, what you wanted. He had to show you that he was the only person that could do that for you. 
You pulled away with a soft pop and a smile. “Was that good?” 
Peter brought you into a bruising kiss and you could taste the both of you. The blend was intoxicating. “Oh baby, you did so well.” 
He was pushing you back into the bed as a hand moved back down to your core. His fingers moved around in the slick and you purred. 
“Look at you little lamb, I just cleaned you up. Did you like sucking on Daddy’s dick like that, hmm?” You nodded your head, biting your lip in an attempt to lessen your grin. 
His lips found the side of your neck, licking and biting on the supple skin. “Well you did such a good job, I think it’s only fair Daddy pay it forward.” 
You tangled your hands in his hair, running the smooth locks through your fingers. “No, it’s okay. I wanna make you feel good.” 
His fingers found your abused clit and you arched your back into him. “Oh little lamb, It’ll make me feel so much better.” 
He pulled away as you looked at him through heavy eyelids. “Do you promise, Daddy?” 
Peter growled before attacking you. His kiss was heavy making you lose any train of thought. 
“Promise.” You felt a blinding pain in your core. Your nails racked up his back as you grasp for the air he seemed to have pushed out of you. 
“Shh, shh, it’s okay. It’ll feel better in a moment.” He kissed away the tears running down your face, massaging your breast. He began pulling out slowly leaving only his tip, then slammed back into you. The pain was beginning to subside or maybe it was just him working your clit and hitting something in you that made your toes curl. 
He grabbed one of your legs, bringing your ankle to his shoulder, pushing himself deeper. A moan ripped from your throat, as you felt him hit your cervix, over and over. You reached for his face, needing to kiss him. Wanting all of him. You needed to drown in everything Peter Parker could give you. 
His hand found the back of your neck once again. You clung to him as his thumb traced its way down your jugular. He could feel it drumming against his skin, he pushed against it, fascinated by you. You suddenly felt airy, your mind was swimming and your senses were heightened. Peter felt the way you tightened around him and the way your heart picked up. 
He brought his hand to the front of your throat, adjusting his grip, before applying more pressure. You moaned as he continued to piston into you. The coil in your abdomen was moments from snapping, your legs were tensing on their own accord. You were no longer in control, not that you ever were. 
Peter had bewitched you. You weren't sure when but you looked into his eyes and knew that it must have happened. Your vision was getting blurry, with tears or lack of oxygen you weren’t sure. You heard Peter whisper something to you, something you couldn't quite make out past the sound of heavy breathing and skin slapping against skin. Then his fingers released you. The sudden rush of oxygen to your brain made you feel dizzy, your nerves alight. You came with a gasp and Peter didn’t slow down for a single second. 
He continued slamming into you as you lay there limp, unable to do much more. He flipped you over on your face and grabbed your hips, setting them upright. He kissed along your spine before entering you again. You cried out into the pillows, he was so big and so deep inside you. You wondered for a moment if the constant rocking had affected your brain. 
He was using your body and you didn’t hate it. He gave you all the praise you could hope for and you got to sit there and take it. It seemed like a great arrangement. Your fingers gripped the sheets, clawing at them desperately. There was a certain element of pain present but you couldn’t bring yourself to care when he felt this amazing. 
“God, you feel so good. Better than ever before.” You let yourself drown in the words he was saying, in the feeling he was bringing you. He was fixing it. Just like he promised. It wasn’t long until he let out a harsh grunt, pushing himself even farther into you. You felt his dick twitch and a warmth coat your walls. 
When Peter pulled out he noticed you wince. He turned you around to face him and began massaging your body. His firm hands ran past the muscle of your thighs to the fat on your stomach with soothing circles. You looked devastatingly gorgeous like this. Completely wrecked, totally relaxed, entirely pliant. 
You made grabby hands for him and he chuckled as he fell into your embrace. You brought him flush to your sweaty body, running your hands through his chestnut locks. He hummed against you and you couldn’t help the smile pulling at your face. 
“Hey, Peter?” He could sense your anxiety, which is never a good sign. He was so sure his plan had worked.
“Yes, little lamb?” Your fingers stuttered in their ministrations as you fought for the words. 
“I- I was just wondering…” The words died in your throat. Peter moved his head, so he could look into your eyes. 
“Wondering if what?” You closed your eyes, feeling too overwhelmed by his gaze. You thought about what had led you here in the first place. You thought of the revelation you had as you first wrapped your arms around him. To lose any of him would be to lose him all. You couldn’t ask him to stop. He wouldn’t, he couldn’t. You felt terrible. How could you even ask him to do that? How could you be so selfish?
“Uhhh, what are we? Like now? Are we still friends? Are we more?” Peter tilted his head as he pondered your question. 
“Well, what do you want?” You felt all the air leave your body, suddenly replaced entirely with fear. 
“I don’t want you to leave. I want you, forever.” Peter raised himself with his arms, now hovering over your body. The space between you palpable now as he searched your eyes. 
“Then you have me,” He kissed you, it was a promise. 
A Peter Parker promise was a binding contract. He chose his words with such precision, he never said something without resounding contemplation. He pressed his words into your soul, branding you for the rest of your days. 
“Forever.” 
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sucka4pain · 8 months
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Hey there! R u still taking requests?
Hi there! Yes I’m still taking requests! I’m having writers block which is why I haven’t been posting😞but I’m still taking requests!(●◡●)
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lovelybrooke · 9 months
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Omg i Love your platonic yandere spiderwebs stuff. I binged all of them basically the second I left the cinema and I was wondering if I could request something. What would happen if Reader somehow finds out what happened to her Peter (maybe she somehow gets her hands on surveillance footage) and how the spideys all react. If you’ll write this I’ll be forever thankful. I don’t really care if it’s headcanons or a oneshot, do whatever feels right to you. Luv u thanks
For the Multiverse (Yandere Spiderman Across the Spiderverse x reader)
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I swear you guys can read my mind. I wanted to go into this in my original concept, but thought it was too much, so I'm exsited to write this.
Check out my other stuff here: Masterlist.
"Peter, are you busy?"
Peter turns, giving you a lazy smile as Mayday coos in her baby carrier. He looks down, patting her on the head, be before looking back at you.
"No kid, what's up?" Your sweating, nervous even under the gaze of the notoriously calm Spiderman. You take a deep breath while picking at your fingernails.
"I-I was just, um wondering if you knew where Miguel is?" Your voice is small and wavering, nearly too quiet for Peter to even hear. He tilts his head, giving you a confused look.
"Yeah, he should be in his office." He lets out an awkward laugh, "...like always."
That does not help your anxiousness, wrapping your arms around your waist to calm your nervous breathing. "Y-yeah, I guess you're right. Stupid question." You whisper the last part, causing Peter to shake his head. He moves closer, raising his hand to pat you on the shoulder, retracting it when you skittishly move away from him, fear swimming in your eyes.
He ignores it, placing his hand back at his side like nothing happened, "It wasn't a stupid question, just...wondering why you were asking?"
You face is to the ground, so he isn't able to fully evaluate your emotions, but he can fairly assume your terrified of him right now. For what reason, he doesn't know, but he can also assume it has something to do with the person you're looking for.
"You wouldn't hide anything from me right." You look up to him with a furrowed brow, your mouth a thin line, "none of you...none of you would lie to me?"
"Of course, not kid." Peter doesn't waste a second. You nod, not looking at him like you knew something was up.
"Okay well, I'm going to find Miguel, thank you." You leave before Peter can say anything. He watches you go, fear rising up through his body as Mayday waves to you from her seat on his chest. Once he's sure you're out of earshot, Peter awkwardly pulls his wrist up, calling Miguel, who answers instantly.
"Miguel, I think they're on to something."
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"Miguel! Miguel, I want to talk to you."
You don't hear anything for a while, seething in the silence of his dark office. You cross your arms, exhaling loudly as you wait for him to respond.
"You seem angry." Miguel says when his platform finally hits the ground. You scoff, throwing your hands in the air in frustration.
"Oh, really, I seem angry?" You give him a pointed look, frustration rising up in your voice, "Of course I'm fucking angry, Miguel!"
He turns to look at you, his face hard as stone, his gaze cold, "language" is all he says before looking back at his screens.
You let out an airless laugh, your arms falling to your side. You shake your head, staring at the back of his head in confused awe. "So, that's it. We're not going to...I don't know, talk about it?"
"I don't know about what you want to talk about?"
"About you murdering my best friend!" You scream, causing Miguel to finally face you. Your chest heaves up and down, a snarl on your face as you look at him. Miguel doesn't like it, this rage you're displaying. It makes him feel like he hasn't done a good job being your father, and he assumes he hasn't by the look on your face, one of malice and disappointment all rolled into one.
Miguel takes a deep breath, taking a careful step towards you, "It was for the multiverse."
"Oh bullshit!" You yell, pointing towards all his screens, "When has a Spiderman ever had to die for the multiverse?" Miguel closes his eyes, trying to sooth down his own frustration.
"Many times (Y/N)." You don't respond, a shaky exhale leaving your mouth. Miguel can see tears starting to stream down your face, all the frustration he felt washing away and is replaced with guilt.
"Look (Y/N) ...I didn't, I-I didn't want to you find out this way." He says, slowly moving towards you, placing a hand on your back. He can feel your heartbeat, it's erratic.
"If you didn't want to me to find out, why'd you do it." You mumble, leaning into Miguel's touch. He starts to rub your back, hoping to calm you down.
"It was for the multiverse, for you." He says before crouching down to your level, turning you towards him. His face is filled with remorse, even you can see that. But you can't help but be so incredibly angry at him for what he's done.
"He was my friend." You lip quivers as you speak, and Miguel wraps you up in a hug.
"I know." He whispers in your ear as you cry into his shoulder. His grip on you doesn't waver as he refuses to let you go.
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"(Y/N)? Do you want to talk to us?"
It's Miles now. An hour ago, it was Gwen. Two hours ago, it was Peter. Before Peter was Pavitr, and so far, you haven't heard anything from Hobie, but you assumed he's shown up with one of them.
You don't respond, you were too tired to respond. You bury yourself deeper into your blankets and pillows, closing your eyes in hopes he'd go away.
You don't hear him move, but you assumed he did after a while. As you start to finally fall asleep, you hear whispers from more people outside your door.
The noise starts to get louder, even when you cover your ears with your pillow and groan loudly, hoping they'd catch the hint.
Suddenly, there's banging on your door. You shoot up, some of your blankets coming with you. The banging doesn't stop, even when the others outside beg them too.
"(Y/N) If you don't open up, I will kick your door down." It's Hobie's voice now. He doesn't sound angry, just worried, and you can tell he doesn't want to barge in, but you've been in your room for several hours.
"If you don't open this door soon I'll-" Hobie pauses and you can hear him take a breath, "Please, (Y/N), I-we are worried about you."
You don't respond, simply getting up and sitting down back to your door. You hear Hobie and the others whispering, mainly Pavitr rambling.
"Did you guys know?" You ask, voice drained of emotion. You wish you were stronger; wish you could demand something out of them. But you're just a child, a sad, grieving, child.
You hear Pavitr sigh, "(Y/N), we...we weren't allowed to tell you, you know that." His voice is just as shaky, you feel bad, wishing to step out there and comfort him, but you can't.
"We would've told you...if we could." Gwen adds, getting a hum from Miles. You stare down at your hands, they were shaking. Everything was shaking, you couldn't control it.
You stare back at the door, mainly the lock, questioning if there was anything you could've done. You know the fate of the multiverse isn't in your hands, but maybe there could've been something. You could've been a better friend, a better teammate, something other than the groveling mess you are now.
The sound of the door unlocking is quiet, but none of your friends miss it. Quickly, they move to look at you, you look like a mess, you know it.
"Was it my fault?" You try to steady your breathing "was there anything I could've done?"
They don't respond, you know the answer. You know that it's not that simple.
Pavitr is the first one to come in and hug you, it was warm, just like him. Then it was Miles, and Gwen, and finally Hobie, all wrapping you up in there embrace so you couldn't possibly leave them.
It felt overwhelming, the tears, the emotions, the support. You sobbed as they hugged you tighter, wanting nothing more than to be wrapped back up in your bed.
"We're sorry." You don't know who said it, but you know what they meant by it.
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"Miguel, did we do the right thing?" Peter asks. Mayday wasn't present, he didn't want her to be here for this conversation.
"Of course, we did." Peter shakes his head.
"You sure? Because I don't know." He pinches the bridge of his nose, staring at Miguel with confusion. "The kid, (Y/N), they didn't seem so happy."
"They wouldn't be happy if they were dead."
Peter lets out a dry laugh, clearly not believing him, "You and I both know their Peter wasn't going to kill them."
Miguel huffs, moving towards Peter with frustration all over him, "If they stayed in their dimension, they would've died."
"So, we had to kill their best friend. That just isn't adding up." Peter yells, just as frustrated.
"If (Y/N) stayed in their dimension, their Peter wouldn't have been able to keep them safe and (Y/N) would've died." He said slowly.
"So, that Peter was an anomaly?" Peter questioned.
"Sure."
"What does sure mean?"
"It means stop questioning my authority." He said coldly. "Now leave, you're being annoying."
It didn't take too long for Peter to leave Miguel's office. Once he was gone, Miguel let out a deep breath, tired from everything that has happened this day.
When Miguel first met your Peter, he didn't expect you. Usually, he's able to expect the unexpected, but you were different.
Your Peter came to him, asking him to bring you along to Headquarters. Of course, he said no, but that didn't stop Peter from asking over and over again, like something was going to change.
One day, Miguel just felt the urge to ask Layla about you and after much teasing, she gave him all the information on you.
You were a friend of Peter, who, out the goodness of your heart, started helping him with his Spiderman adventures. Simple as that. Other than, of course, you dying when Peter would be away on a mission from HQ, from him.
He couldn't tell Peter about it; it would lead to so many problems later. But he couldn't just ignore it, he couldn't just let you die.
There are so many Peters at HQ, he assumed one being gone wouldn't hurt you. Even so, you made so many new friends. This was your home. He made you happy. And you made him, and so many others, happy.
Miguel knew he did the right thing. He did the right thing for him.
But for the Multiverse, maybe not.
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A/n: I feel like the dialogue is kind of cringe, sorry.
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cherrysoojins · 9 months
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🍰 — back
⠀⠀⠀⠀✦⠀⠀⠀⠀stray kids
SFW
!﹙ ot8. ﹚ — family smau . sfw . series .
﹙ jisung. ﹚ — savoring. fluff . drabble . oneshot .
NSFW
﹙ lee know. ﹚ — lee know bf smau . suggestive themes .
﹙ jisung. ﹚ — jisung bf smau . fluff . slight suggestive themes .
﹙ hyunjin. ﹚ — car sessions. fluff . oneshot . drabble .
⠀⠀⠀⠀✦⠀⠀⠀⠀ateez
SFW
﹙ ot8. ﹚ — atz as parents smau . sfw . fluff .
﹙ jongho. ﹚ — valentine . sfw . fluff .
NSFW
﹙ seonghwa. ﹚ — seonghwa bf smau . suggestive themes . fluff .
﹙ hongjoong. ﹚ — hongjoong bf smau . suggestive themes . fluff .
﹙ hongjoong. ﹚ — hongjoong model . suggestive themes . oneshot .
﹙ yunho. ﹚ — yunho bf smau . suggestive themes . fluff
!﹙ wooyoung. ﹚ — official spiderman smau . series . nsfw .
﹙ wooyoung. ﹚ — wooyoung spiderman smau . suggestive themes . fluff . one shot / texts.
﹙ ot8. ﹚ — rating ateez virgin cakes . suggestive . crack .
﹙ woosan. ﹚ — scream . yandere themes . horror . x reader .
⠀⠀⠀⠀✦⠀⠀⠀⠀aespa
SFW
NSFW
﹙ winter. ﹚ — bad idea, right? . smut . toxicity . x fem!reader .
🍰 — back
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minors are able to freely explore my page with my sfw options, interacting and reposting sfw and fluff content will not result in a block. minors interacting with nsfw themes or more mature themes will result in a block. if too many are taking advantage of this system, i will not be lenient anymore.
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fortheloveofleon · 9 months
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MIGUEL O’HARA
KEY: (S) SMUT (F) FLUFF (DC) DARK CONTENT
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DRABBLES
⊱ Baby Fever | Yandere!Miguel x Reader (S) (DC)
Summary: Miguel misses the joys of being a father. He just wants you to understand the happiness a child can bring — even if he has to make you…
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ONESHOTS
⊱ Wicked Games | Yandere!Miguel x Spider!Reader (S) (DC)
Summary: You decided to test Miguel’s limits and took something that didn’t belong to you. So, what’s the obvious response when the most terrifying Spiderman finds out? You hide. Unfortunately for you, Miguel enjoys the “seek” part a bit too much.
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aquamorg · 8 months
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Hello! Welcome to my writing blog!! You can call me eddie :D!!!
Now I'm not much of a writer but I am very into storytelling and I already draw a lot and I'm a huge x reader reader so a way to get me to be better at writing is to start writing fanfics! I'm multi fandom too so I'm not just restricted to one
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Fandoms I'll write for:
Batman (more specifically his rogues, feel free to ask which specific versions)
Spiderman (into the spiderverse and across the spiderverse only)
Watchmen
Houseki no kuni
Re-animator
There will be more fandoms added when I get spark back those interests
Some things i'll write:
headcanons
scenarios
oneshots
pairings
Things I'm ok writing for:
Nsfw (obviously excluding any minor characters)
Most kinks and stuff (I'm not fully knowledgeable on most so I'll need to like do research or something for them depending)
"Yandere"/obsessive behaviors/noncon
Gore
Things I'm not ok:
Romantic scenarios with Joker for batman rogues
Romantic scenarios with the lunarians for the HnK characters
Anything gross with minors or animals really.
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And yeah I think that's about it really! Please note that I do take a lot of time to write, I'll be honest I'm very rusty! I'll make a master post in the future!
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wimcycles-aj · 6 months
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·˚ ༘₊·About Me·˚ ༘₊·
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Hello! My name is Anixton but you can call me Anix or Wims/Wimcycles.
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On this specific accounts I will be writing Small Stories, Headcanons, Scenarios and Etc.
If you want actual Stories you can go to my Wattpad which is in my Link tree (Link in Bio)
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• Q & A - Open
• Requests - Open
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Fandoms I write for
Transformers (Prime)
Transformers (Bayverse)
Transformers (Animated)
Transformers (Robots In Disguise)
Spectacular Spiderman (haven't seen in a while)
Ultimate Spiderman
Across the Spiderverse
Tokyo Revengers
MCU (very Limitedjskdnw)
DC (Lowkey limited ngl)
Ninjago
Transformers War For Cybertron
Transformers Earthspark (I'M STILL WATCHING)
TMNT 2012
ROTMNT
House of Wax
Halloween
Texas chainsaw massacre
Scream (1 through 6)
Total Drama island
Psycho
Bates motel
Star wars
The Mandalorian
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What I Will/Won't Write
What I WILL Write:
Yandere
Angst
Su!c!de/Depression
Fluff
Platonic ships
Romantic ships
LGBTQ+
Character x Character
Character x Reader
Character x Oc
Mental illnesses/Real illnesses
Comforting
Any gender is welcome<3
Crossovers!
What I WON'T write
Lot's of gore
Incest
Fetishes
Suggestive content of minors
S/A or R@pe (It's a triggering topic for me and many others.)
Zoophilia
Minor x Adult (Pedophilia. If it's platonic fine)
HUGE Age gaps with MINORS
What I MIGHT write:
Suggestive content (depends on the character)
kinks (Depends.)
Matchups (I'm still learning about those)
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Extra
Oneshots I will write up to 900-1'000 words sometimes more if I have extra ideas (You can ask for a 2nd part of a oneshot if you like it) , Short stories can be up to 1'000-3'000 words with 3-4 parts.
Please don't rush me sometimes I take a while to upload because I don't really have a schedule and I'm usually busy due to stuff at home nothing to serious✧*。٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و✧*。
If you have any questions don't be scared to ask! I don't mind answering!!
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basalt-deltas · 7 months
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RULES WHEN REQUESTING
Requests are OPEN!
Fandoms I write for — Spiderverse, Valorant, Life Series, Hermitcraft, Critical Role, Hazbin Hotel
Spiderverse — Miguel O’Hara, Hobie Brown, Pavitr Prabhakar, Gwen Stacy, any of the live action Spidermen, Peter B. Parker, Spiderman Noir, MJ (Zendaya version only SORRY), Miles Morales (both of em) Valorant — Phoenix, Yoru, Cypher, Jett, Gekko, Omen, Skye, Nanobomb, KAY/O Vox Machina — Percy De Rolo, Vax'ildan, Vex'ahlia, Keyleth, Pike Trickfoot, Scanlan Shorthalt, Grog Mighty Nein — Caleb Widogast, Mollymauk Tealeaf, Jester Lavorre, Yasha Nydoorin, Beauregard Lionett, Fjord, Nott the Brave, Caduceus Clay, etc Hermitcraft — Just ask, I'm too tired to put all the sillies in here Life series — Again, just ask :thumbs up: Hazbin Hotel — Angel Dust, Alastor, Lucifer, Charlie, Vaggie, Adam, basically the whole cast
Reader — I’m best at male!reader, but I’ll also do fem!reader, gnc!reader, and trans!reader! Fear not, I am trans also!
Usual Genres — Angst, fluff, idk what does genres even mean. Punk Rock???
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What I will write!!
⇨ character x reader (2nd person, you/yours, no y/n) ⇨ character x character (I won’t do certain ships, ask me first!!) ⇨ canon or canon-divergent ⇨ headcanon scenarios ⇨ character headcanons ⇨ oneshots ⇨ platonic, romantic, or familial ⇨ multiple requests from the same person ⇨ poly relationships ⇨ make canon cis/het characters queer ! ⇨ reader/characters with mental illness as long as it’s not romanticising or Weird about it (??) ⇨ Suggestive / 16+
What I will NOT write!!
⇨ NSFW / 18+ ⇨ other people’s ocs (SORRY) ⇨ yandere or other kinds of abusive/toxic relationships ⇨ anything with substance abuse as the main theme ⇨ child!reader in fics, mentioning it in familial fics/hcs is okay though ⇨ suicide, self/harm. severe depression, or similar topics as the main focus ⇨ anything proship or illegal ⇨ anything disregarding canon LGBTQ identities (making a gay character straight, a trans character cis, etc)
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When requesting…
PLEASE BE AS SPECIFIC AS POSSIBLE!! Tell me everything you want, specify if you want me to take some creative liberties, please I am so bad with unspecific directions!!! I will not dm to clarify if you’re not on anon
You can specify if you want me to post your request anonymously or with your ask attached !! If you don’t specify, I’ll just assume yes and I’ll attach your ask
I will answer whatever question you have!! About pretty much anything :D
PLEASE just. Don’t be a dick. I am not being paid to write for you!!! And I do this on my own time!!!
To check if your request is being written/worked on, check my works in progress!!
Everything above applies to requests!! If I write something by myself that breaks the rules, it’s because I want to and I can
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LINKS!!
masterlist (none yet) | pinned post | works in progress (none yet)
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noroi1000 · 10 months
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Yoo,Noroi-san ! What kind of next oneshot we getting in the next part of the honoured ones event if u wouldn’t mind :) I’m loving the series so far
Hello dear anon.
Next part is Gojo x reader x Geto fluff.
Then Spiderman Gojo x reader
And later:
Geto x reader fluff with smut
Vampire Gojo x power bottom reader (smut)
Yandere alpha Geto x Omega reader smut (omegaverse)
Fluffy angst - student Gojo x reader
Gojo x reader (smut, strong reader)
Husbands SatoSugu x wife, mama reader
Gojo x reader collage au (fluff and smut)
Dom Gojo x sub reader (smut inside his domain)
Geto x sub reader
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authorred · 2 years
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Fanfiction Masterlist
My master list of stuff I've written. This'll be updated in conjunction with how often I publish stuff. Fandoms will be included over time--so if you want to see what I write, go to here
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Fandom:
Hemlock Grove:
Roman Godfrey Relationship HCs
Hell's Gate (part 1)
Hell's Gate (part 2)
Hell's Gate (part 3)
Hell's Gate (part 4)
Hell's Gate (part 5)
Moon Knight:
Bitch series part 1
Bitch series part 2
Bitch series part 3
Obey Me!:
Obey Me! headcanons (all brothers)
Attack on Titan:
Pegging headcanons
Naruto & Boruto:
Boruto headcanon request
Boruto request part 2
Boruto headcanon request
Fairy Tail:
Laxus Dreyer headcanons
Jujutsu Kaisen:
Pegging headcanons
MCU:
Avengers React
Avengers React 2
Loki Laufeyson headcanons (NSFW)
Loki Laufeyson confession headcanons
Black Butler:
Pegging headcanons
Kengan Ashura:
Pegging headcanons
One Punch Man:
Pegging headcanons
Speed-O-Sound Sonic Oneshot (NSFW)
Criminal Minds:
Spencer Reid pegging headcanons
Spencer Reid relationship headcanons
Random Spencer Reid headcanons
Random Spencer Reid headcanons (NSFW)
Random Spencer Reid headcanons (SFW and light NSFW)
Break Me, Make Me Yours (Spencer Reid) (NSFW) |Part 1|
Run Boy Run (Spencer Reid) |Part 1|
Fluff Time (Spencer Reid)
Yandere Spencer Reid headcanons |Part 1|
Yandere Spencer Reid headcanons |Part 2|
Yandere Spencer Reid headcanons (NSFW) |Part 3| 
Facefucking Spencer Reid headcanons (NSFW)
Sad/Grieving Spencer Reid headcanons
Shadow and Bone:
To Love Another (Kaz x reader, part 1)
To Love Kaz Brekker (Kaz x reader, part 2)
To Love One Another (Kaz x reader, part 3)
Spiderman: Across the Spiderverse:
Miguel O’Hara Bondage Headcanons
Baldurs Gate 3:
Astarion Headcanons
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s0apysm1les · 2 years
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Could I get some headcanons of how yandere Peter Parker would react to the reader freaking out after he kidnapped her and she suddenly yells ''What's the guarantee you won't kill me after you're bored with me?''
At the very mention of him possibly ever growing bored of you, he looks angry enough to kill (ironically enough)
Commence his over-coddling and repeatedly shown assurance that the only time he would lay his hands on you was for pleasure. He would definitely be a brat about it too.
He would yank you down onto the bed suddenly and call out in anger "Ohhh! Look at this! I'm being so rough with you, aren't I?" He'd yell. "I'm being so FUCKING rough! Oh, I'm SO. MEAN. I just wanna KILL YOOOUUU." He'd drag out dramatically - to your annoyance.
It doesn't matter how many times you apologize - either on your own or by his demands of an apology - he will still hold that phrase over your head for a good long while. He's definitely hurt by it, but he uses it as a way to make you feel bad. When you feel bad and sorry towards him you are gentler with him, you let him hug you and hold you more (even if you don't realize you do) and he definitely takes advantage of that.
He mocks you over it to the point that you start crying and yelling how sorry and wrong you are and for him to just stop bringing it up. This is where his cunning comes through.
He goes from just another mean, mocking guy to serious and holding both of your shoulders tight and staring you dead in the eyes instantly. He tells you that the moment you say another cruel and heartless thing like that, you won't be the only one to suffer the consequences. You have really nothing else you CAN do except agree with him, so you say okay. And with that he wants some comfort again for your heartless words in the way only you can do.
What other way can he show how much he isn't bored with you than to lay you down and show you just how much he adores you. And he will, to the point where you can't even sob with how dehydrated, out of breath and out of it you are. As a double positive, you'll be so weak after his actions, so overstimulated that you depend on him completely to clean yourself, eat and drink and move.
As Peter cleans you up and dresses you, oh so tenderly, he'll drill into your head his soft spoken murmurs of how amazing and perfect you are, and - with pride - knowing that you don't have the energy to respond and that he is the reason for that.
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In the Name of Good | Chapter List [P.P.]
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Pairings: Dark!Yandere!Peter Parker x Female!Reader
Prompt: “what are we going to do about this?” you’re caught, red-handed, and peter’s next move could destroy your life forever. unless… you can convince him otherwise
Summary: Peter has always had a darkness in him, what happens when you find it?
Content: MINORS DNI: 18+ Swearing, Somnophillia, Murder, Mentions of blood, Mentions of emesis, Animal Abuse/harm (Murder Triad stuff), Smut, Oral (f and m receiving), P in V sex, choking, multiple orgasms, Daddy Kink
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Part 1 The discovery of Peter's misdeeds
Part 2 The acquiescence of Peter's misdeeds
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For my full masterlist go here
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neoncrowpen · 2 years
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Current Requests in my Inbox (February 25th)
Phew! My week was BIZ-ZAY. I do apologize for not posting on Wednesday. That was a Bad Bird Moment. You see, I did not prioritize sleep like I should have...and I ended up sleeping right after work. Whoops. Anyhoo! On to business!
Oldest to newest. Italicized text indicates what I’m working on. Bold text indicates what’s in the Struggle Bus.
- Thomas Shelby x Male!Reader. (Angst Oneshot) About the complicated relationship between Thomas Shelby and his younger brother (Reader).
- Thomas Shelby x Male!Reader. (Dark, NSFW Oneshot) Love story between Thomas Shelby and his servant. Servant’s rise to power and Thomas’ growing love for him.
- Spiderman x Male!Reader. (Dark) Peter becomes obsessed with Reader after they save each other.
- Daredevil x Male!Reader. (Dark) Matt becomes possessive with Reader after dinner one evening.
- Dark!Thomas Shelby x Mute!Reader. (NSFW/Yandere) Reader wants nothing to do with Thomas, but he has other plans.
- Dark!Paul Atreides x Reader. (NSFW) Paul walks in on Reader touching herself.
- Alfie Solomons x Reader. (Dark) Thomas Shelby, your boss, offers you up to Alfie as wife material to butter him up for a deal.
- Ramsay Bolton x Tyrell!Reader. (Dark) PART TWO OF THIS SERIES (i just knewww someone was going to ask for this. And yes, you read that right. Series. I plan for more than two parts.)
- Paul Atreides x Noble!Reader. (Comfort/Fluff) After Reader bares a son for the empire, she feels her purpose is only to be a brooding mare.
- Joe Goldberg x Therapist!Reader. (Dark) Joe Goldberg confesses his feelings to you, his therapist.
- Cahir x Reader. (Angst/Fluff) Being kind to Cahir while he’s imprisoned in Aretuza.
- Geralt x Reader. (Dark) Part Two of this imagine.
- Shelby Family x Reader. (Yandere) After rescuing one of their own, the Shelby family develops an obsession for their newest member.
- Geralt x Reader. (Yandere) Reader narrowly escapes Geralt.
- CROW’s CHOICE: Fluff Edition
- Dark!Jaskier x Reader. (Dark/Noncon) Jaskier takes advantage of Reader when drunk.
- Dark!Paul Atreides x Reader. (Dark) Paul Atreides demands to marry Reader, but Reader decides to run away.
- Thomas Shelby x Reader. Part Two of Grace’s sister.
- Dark!Paul Atreides x Reader. (Dark, NSFW) Reader is having an affair and gets caught. Paul decides to punish her in his own way.
- Dark!Paul Atreides x Reader. (Noncon, NSFW) Paul is determined to make an heir on their wedding night.
- The Shelby Men x Male!Reader. (Dark, NSFW) Thomas, Arthur, Michael, and John all become obsessed with Ada’s new baker friend.
- Patrick Hockstetter x Reader. (Fluff) Cute arcade date.
- Thomas Shelby x Reader. (Dark). This is @smellyzcat’s dream, so I’m keeping these plot details secret to me until I fully figured out what I’m going to do with it.
- Luca Changretta x Reader. (Dark). Luca steals you away from your husband. (Very excited for this one, friends.)
- Thomas Shelby x Male!Reader. (Dark, NSFW) Reader is the leader of a new rival gang going up against the Peaky Blinders. After underestimating him, Thomas discovers this ring leader is not everything he seems to be.
- CROW’S CHOICE: Dark Edition
- Protective!Paul Atreides x Reader. (Dark) No plot details yet. TBD.
- Yandere!Thomas Shelby x Reader. (Yandere) Reader falls ill with something serious. This forces Thomas to do something he never thought he would ever do.
- Paul Atreides x Reader. (Fluff) Paul witnesses the birth of his child.
- Paul Atreides x Reader x Chani. (Dark) Paul and Chani confess their love to you, and they're not taking no for an answer.
- Finn Shelby x Reader (Dark) Part Two to this request. (Which is suupppper interesting!! I never thought someone would ask for this!)
31 Requests! And off we go to the writing cave. See you next week, friends.
- Crow
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angelthebedsheet · 4 years
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M a s t e r l i s t [Requests Closed!]
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⭕️Avatar
⭕️Demon Slayer
⭕️My Hero Academia
⭕️ Hunter x Hunter
⭕️ Haikyuu
⭕️ Toilet Bound Hanako Kun
⭕️ Spiderman: Into The Spiderverse
⭕️ Spiderman
⭕️ Howl’s Moving Castle
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I won’t always be able to update this masterlist so be sure to search for the tags I use because that’s easier for just the slew of work I put out. Also, remember I am a student! I see your requests and I thank you for requesting! I will try to get to them and don’t feel like I’m ignoring you if I post something else. I want to feel creative and happy whenever I write for yall. This is a hobby right now. Not a job. I don’t have to write it. If I don’t want to write your request I simply won’t. If you spam my requests I won’t be able to write everything you wanted. I am not a servant beloved.
Requirements !
Max amount of characters is 4
Please be a lil bit specific with what you want in a request because if you just put f.e “bakugo x reader”, I will just write whatever.
Put if you want spice, fluff, crack or lil spice in the request!!
Also specify if you want a oneshot or headcannon! If I really like the request I’ll make it into a fic which is just multiple parts to a oneshot!
Things I won’t write!
Anything NSFW
Any phobia towards LGBT+
Racism
Discrimination to any religion
Yandere
Stalkers (only implied)
Student X Teacher Romance (shits nasty)
Actual Abuse (I can write implied but I will not go and describe it. Thats triggering to me and others)
Rape
Pedophilia / Incest
Tags I use
#talkyoshitneya
#yagi desiree
D O N O T R E P O S T M Y W O R K
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s0apysm1les · 2 years
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Lol I just got an awesome idea, how would yandere Peter Parker react to the reader sleeping and cuddling with her significant other that’s not him? How would he react?
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Peter was heartbroken as he watched you snuggle yourself in deeper to the side of the bane of Peter's existence. He watched from across the street and from the roof of a building across the way from you as you and your... ugh ... significant other were watching a movie.
A cold wind accentuated the gap between Peter and you as it sliced down the street and sending a chill across the surface of his suit...
He launched himself over the gap, the web from his wrist assisted him in closing the distance between where you are now and where he once was. His powers gave him the ever-so-useful tact of silence, so you hadn't heard him land just outside of the window that was mere feet away from you. You were so close... He watched your "lover" nudge your chin up to face them and watched with disgust in his heart and a pit in his stomach as he watched the two of you passionately kiss right in front of him.
He hated it
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s0apysm1les · 2 years
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Hi, your writing is absolutely wonderful 💖 Could I please request/ask for some headcanons with a reader who doesn't want to sit on yandere Peter Parker's lap since she's a bit chubby and is kinda insecure of how she looks like me (Believe me, people are just brutal when it comes to those sort of things 😭😒) Hope I didn't make you sad and if I did, I'm really sorry TvT
Aw! Lap sitting! - never actually did it before because I'm in the same insecurity boat, haha.
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content: lap sitting, self deprecation, reference to yandere themes
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"No, Peter. It's not funny! I don't want to!" You bit out. You were tired of him thinking that making such a stupid joke was okay. Even as you were trying to pass by him to leave he still didn't stand up from the stuffed chair or apologize for his teasing.
"Come on, Y/N. Don't be mad," he cooed as you started trying to slip past him. "All I want is for you to sit right here. Just for a minute?" He patted his thigh and smiled coyly at you.
You felt yourself blush in embarrassment at the thought... and then the quickly following thought of him groaning in strain from you on his thigh and your embarrassment became shame - needlessly so, in his thought. Shaking your head again you go to slip out of the door, just out of his reach.
But with a quick swirl of air around your face, you took a moment to realize that not only were you not out of the room you were also no longer even on your own feet. They hovered inches above the floor as the rest of you was solidly placed on a particular thigh you were trying to avoid and with the owner of said thigh's arm firmly around your back and gripping the back of your elbow.
You weren't sure if your blush had faded before but you were certain that your face was redder now than it ever had been before. You were about to start trying to sit up when Peter locked his free hand around the wrist of your arm closest to him.
"See? There's no problem." Peter smiled at you, his grip was as hard as steel and you found it difficult to even twist your hand in his tight grip. "Now, why were you being so difficult before?" He asked, tilting his head and looking you in your nervously shifting eyes. While his tone is full of warmth, his eyes are cold and dark inside. That didn't really help still your nerves.
"I- I'm embarrassed... Please, let me get up Peter.." You went to cover your face with your hand, but his grip on your elbow only let you raise the arm halfway. You turned your head away from him instead. All inklings of your loud anger from earlier was gone.
"You're embarrassed? Of what? How cute you are?" Peter teased softly, freeing your wrist to turn your face back to him. The feel of you on his thigh, the heat of your body made him burn in hunger. Did you truly not know just how appetizing you were and looked?
He would lock you to his side if he could. Could you feel him? Your hand was so close on his thigh... Yet you seemed to be needlessly blind to yourself. While he enjoyed being able to so easily influence you to keep you close, the knife of self deprecation you seemed to always hold to your own throat was getting more than frustrating. To the point where he had broken character and grabbed you, roughly pulling you onto his leg - where he so desperately felt you had to be... Now, the next goal he had was to slowly "get you used to" this type of physical touch... to the point where you will straddle his waist of your own volition.
There's only so much patience he had, after all... and right now, he was close to the breaking point.
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