spiderbitten

𝐼'𝑀 𝑁𝑂𝑇 𝑆𝑂 𝑇𝐴𝐿𝐿 𝐵𝑈𝑇 𝑊𝐴𝑇𝐶𝐻 𝑀𝐸 𝑇𝑂𝑊𝐸𝑅.

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# SPIDERBITTEN  ;    a  private  and  mutuals  only  blog  for   peter parker   of  marvel’s   insomniac’s spider-man   with  ‘ the amazing spider-man ‘  and  comic  influences .  heavily affiliated  with  @hailmarymachine  &  @spid3rheart​

for my own comfort , this blog is  21+ only .  topics  of   violence ,  loss ,  ns.fw  and  more .   follow  at  your  own  discretion    ―    seraph  .  28  .  she  /  her  .

                                      RULES & BIO  🕷  MEMES  🕷  PROMO

blog roll:   @thorrncrowned​  ( medium activity )                   @fangsnap  ( slow activity ) ​

[spiderbitten]

𝑰 𝑴𝑨𝑫𝑬 𝑨 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑬 𝑻𝑶 𝑨𝑳𝑾𝑨𝒀𝑺 𝑱𝑼𝑴𝑷, 𝑵𝑶 𝑴𝑨𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑯𝑶𝑾 𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑭𝑨𝑳𝑳    ⏤⏤    a  private  &  selective  peter parker of insomniac's spider-man . webbed by  seraph ,  28 ,  she  /  her .  21+ only .

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𝑰 𝑴𝑨𝑫𝑬 𝑨 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑬 𝑻𝑶 𝑨𝑳𝑾𝑨𝒀𝑺 𝑱𝑼𝑴𝑷, 𝑵𝑶 𝑴𝑨𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑯𝑶𝑾 𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑭𝑨𝑳𝑳    ⏤⏤    a  private  &  selective  peter parker of insomniac's spider-man . webbed by  seraph ,  28 ,  she  /  her .  21+ only .

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stand by...

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say, hypothetically, if i did remake peter, would anyone mind if i dropped all drafts and inboxes? i might keep maybe one or two really new ones but i just don't have the motivation or muse to continue old things here. or be here, really, which sucks bc i love my boy.

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the way i want to remake this blog bc my tags are a goddamn mess but not wanting to bc i've had this blog for two years 😭

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annoyance bubbles the longer peter rambles on, usually he would have no issue listening to him talk about whatever currently captured his interest, but right now he was starting to grow tired of it, having a lack of patience for it. despite his attempts to to butt in and interrupt him, he gets talked over time and time again. that's when he takes matters into his own hands ( quite literally ), a hand firmly wrapping around his throat. satisfaction washes over him the moment peter seemingly stops working, almost as if all the gears in his head have halted. ❛ good, was wondering when you'd stop. ❜ his grip tightens ever so slightly around peter's neck as he leans down and into his personal space. teeth nip at his ear lobe before lips move to his neck, grazing skin and chuckling quietly. ❛ i think you can use your mouth for much better things ... namely, sucking my dick. what do you think, are you gonna be a good boy and get on your knees for me ? ❜

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he felt a tinge of embarrassment for not noticing miguel's attempts to switch the conversation nor for noticing his lack of interest, but the teeth that nipped at his ear quickly made him forget about that, shiver crawling down his spine as lips brushed over his neck, unable to help but remember the last time he'd hovered over that spot and the mark he'd left behind. and god damn if his words didn't leave him feeling weak in the knees, heat rushing to cheeks and elsewhere. ❝ um... y-yeah — i can do that. ❞ they were someplace private, after all. he had no problems with that, not when miguel was speaking like that to him.

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A hum left his lips as Peter agreed to his terms, mind still in the grasp of sleep just not quite awake. "Good, cause you never know when the price is gonna go up." Then he was laid under the sheets but his eyes remained on Peter as he stripped out of his suit in the dark of the bedroom.

One arm wrapped around him and pulled him close to his side while the other gently brushed against his cheek. "You okay, sweetheart? New York wasn't too hard on Spidey I hope." Jack's lips pressed against his head, nose nuzzling into his hair.

brows rose at the playful threat, curiosity piqued. ❝ oh? that so? ❞ he asked, amusement lacing words. he's kind of curious to know what'd the price be if it went up but he'll find out another day, that he's certain of. for now, he was quite content to be pressed against jack's side and to let the stress of the day melt away. gentle exhale left peter as he felt the kiss and nuzzle, letting eyes fall closed.

❝ yeah, i'm okay. just tired. ❞ he murmured, truly more tired than anything. it'd been a busy day. ❝ you'd think robbers would take a holiday on bank holidays but turns out, they don't. or, y'know, they'd learn not to try and burgle places. ❞ after eight years, you'd think the city's thieves would give up but they never seem to learn. ❝ what 'bout you? work okay? ❞

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@spiderbitten inquired: ❝ sooooo i grabbed you a coffee and you can have it if you don't ask why i'm so late that i missed our date -- ❞ though let's face it, they both know why he's so late. ❝ it's your favourite? ❞ he offered it out with a sheepish smile, apologetic.

Wanda looked up at Peter, offering him a soft smile from her ruby lips. She had gone outside to her balcony as soon as she came home to have a smoke in the fresh air and to read the book she had bought. She accepted his apology gift, placing it on the small table on the balcony of her apartment. Their date was originally planned to be a bookstore and dinner date, but Peter had been running late the entire time. Wanda waited for him until the bookstore closed, and she had missed their dinner reservation. Had Wanda not known Peter and his entire situation, she would've been fuming with rage and would have hunted him down for making a fool out of her. If anything, she was more irritated that he didn't call her to let her know; she would've gladly come to his aid. She had ultimately decided to go to a local bakery she frequented and pick up two blueberry scones, one for herself and the other for Peter.

She knew eventually he would turn up, whatever it was that had diverted his attention from their date. And Wanda was right; by that evening, he had shown up on her balcony with a coffee as a peace-offering gift. Wanda knew she really couldn’t stay mad at him forever, much less irritated. Especially when Peter smiled at her like that, it made her heart melt each time he did it.“You might want to throw in a kiss while you’re at it.” She replied with a cheeky grin over her comment and the prospect of getting a kiss from Peter. "Thanks for the coffee; I appreciate it, dearest."

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time had gotten away from him and by the time he realised how late it was, he knew he'd missed it. the only thing he could do now was offer a peace offering and hope that she wouldn't be too pissed off at him for not calling. it was a good sign that she had taken it and he let out a sigh of relief, hopping down from the railing and leaning back against it. good to know he wasn't going to be a fried spider today.

the comment of a kiss made him almost laugh, closing the distance between where he stood and wanda, leaning down to kiss her, gentle and apologetic. ❝ i'm really sorry for missing it. next time, it's on me, 'kay? i'll book somewhere for us. ❞ it was the least he could do, after all. ❝ right now though, i need a shower. i feel so sweaty in this thing. ❞ a bit tmi but peter didn't care, moving towards the door, turning back to wanda as he neared it. ❝ i wouldn't mind an extra pair of hands though... ❞ he teased, a cheeky smile tugging at corners of lips.

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me using adblocker to get rid of the sidebar so it doesn't distract me so much while trying to do drafts? more likely than you think.

[rosmaryne]

Marvel's Spider-Man 2 Symbiote Suit by AgroFro [x]

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hzsokovia​:

Neither was he, he just so happen to be thrust into the role. It was not natural talent, there were stumbling mistakes, scars all of it tempered to recognize the signs of when to use those theories of leadership. 

These thoughts were cut off when he felt a pair of lips pressed against his. Smiling, he angled his head a little so he can deepen the kiss. One hand placed on the middle of his back as the other gentle cradle the back of his head in a tender touch. 

“I have faith in you…you have a good heart in the right place.” he murmured softly as they pulled apart, the hand that was on the back of Peter’s head drifted down to rest on his shoulder. 

“Don’t lose faith in others…and others won’t lose it in you.”  

he all but melts in helmuts arms as the kiss deepened, heart full of warmth and love for someone he never thought he’d fall for. not because of his history but because he’s not the usual kind of person he falls so deeply in love with and yet, here they are. he’s grateful for having him in his life. it’s almost disappointing when it ends but he keeps that quiet, smiling softly at his words.

❝ i’ll try my best. ❞  it’s all anyone can do.  ❝ do you uh... do you want your coat back now? ❞  he didn’t want to hog it too long if he wanted it back.  ❝ you might have to fight me to get it off though. ❞  he added as small joking tease, mischief sparkling in warm eyes.

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rotmori​:

the brit isn’t too sure when he’s mustered the courage to even say something like that, perhaps it due to the past few weeks, allowing himself to be more comfortable expressing his desires to peter. now facing him, he can’t help the way he almost shrinks in his hold, the intense gaze making him shiver. it’s however halted as he’s kissed lightly, almost chasing after his lips before settling himself and listening. oh. cheeks burn hot, breathing quickening as peter leans closer to his ear, speaking quietly. shivering where he stands, he suppresses the tiniest of a whine that wishes to slip past his lips.

swallowing thickly he clears his throat in the process, closing his eyes, steadying his breathing.  ❛  i  -  i think i’d like it if we went somewhere more private.. they might be preoccupied right now but they’ll s  -  see us soon enough and i’m not tryin’ to have us be caught.. doin’ something..  ❜   it was true, whilst they might’ve served the people not long ago, it wouldn’t take long before they start wondering around again and no doubt search for them. if the brit was honest, whilst semi-public things could be hot, that certainly wouldn’t  —  he would be mortified.  ❛  please  ?  ❜

his answer brings a smile forth, almost pleased he’d picked that one over a smoothie. the smoothie was nice, but god, there was just something about steven that makes him want to do so many sinful things to him.  ❝ i can do that. ❞  pulling back from steven, he takes hold of his hand and guides him upstairs, to the office that once belonged to martin li. now, just an empty office, rarely used. 

closing the door behind them, he let go of steven’s hand to make his way closer to the clock, a small fiddle of the arms of it opening a secret door. someplace he gestures for steven to enter. it’s empty of its past contents, of the weapons and the paperwork that was once in the room. the only thing left now is an empty cork board and the table. there’d be no risk of anyone finding them here.   ❝ found this room a while ago. not the fanciest place but i don’t think you’ll be complaining about it soon enough. ❞  he teased cheekily.   /    @spxtr​ 

[hzsokovia]

@spiderbitten asked: “ you deserve better than this… better than me… “ ( w/ insom!peter )

Despite his words he still approaches Peter, with a mug of vanilla chai tea lightly drizzled with honey. He sets it down near him and took a seat next to him, gently bumping his shoulder.

"I would say differently. You deserve someone who's attentive, understanding and who's more than enough willing to do whatever it takes to have you feel you're worth a thousand fortunes... I may regret some things as all humans do but being with you is not one of them."

[spiderbitten-a]

the missed dates, the late nights home, the important dates he'd forgotten, the various states of physical health he came home in... zemo deserved better than to be with him. to be with someone more dependable and one he didn't have to worry and fuss over because he'd gotten in way over his head during a fight.

he's tired, in all the ways a person can be tired, but despite his muttered words, helmut approaches and leans against his side, far more kind and gentle than he deserves. heavy sigh leaves lips, head falling to rest on his shoulder. his words makes him feel warm and guilty at the same time, throat constricting and eyes threatening to water. ❝ you're far too good for me. ❞ he murmured, lips curving into a faint smile.

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rotmori​:

noting the small smile on peter’s face,   it makes him smile back just as softly.   he understands that neither of them really had time for a vacation,   not with their jobs but one could still try,   right   ?   with a small shrug of his shoulders,   he reaches and digs into one of his pockets to pull two tickets.   with the tickets between his pointer and middle fingers,   he waves them from side to side a little in front of peter’s face as he looks at them before back at peter.   ❛   i  don’t  know,   i  think  we  could  make  some  time  for  a  vacation.   i  mean   …   do  you  really  want  these  tickets  to  go  to  waste   ?   that  would  be  such  a  shame.   ❜   slowly,   that soft smile turns into one of almost mischief,   amusement evident on features.   ❛   i  spent  sooo  much  money  on  them  too.   ❜   in actuality,   he didn’t spend a cent but he needed to convince peter in some way.

that was not what he’d been expecting, at all. he’d only been half joking about a vacation but to have the tickets flashed before his face? it almost made him feel bad for even bringing it up, though... he must’ve had them before he joked about it. it was just a weirdly time coincidence. but then, it had come out of nowhere and -- when were they even for? did he have time to sort stuff out beforehand? 

for a moment, he just stared speechless, unsure what to say. he was grateful, don’t get him wrong, but it was just a surprise.  ❝ you didn’t have to buy tickets for me. ❞  it’s said softly, half scolding but appreciative. he worries too much, and misses far too many opportunities. he needed to get out of his own head.  ❝ ...where did you book? ❞

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rotmori​:

❛     it’s  always  one  of  those  days     .     ❜      a sigh follows his words as he looks at peter     ,      eyes scanning his features     .      it seems in one way or another     ,      they’re always aching in some capacity     .      ❛     of  course     ,      you  don’t  have  to  worry  about  me     ,     i  always  get  back  up     .      i  should  be  asking  you  that  though     .      are  you  going  to  be  okay     ?     ❜       there’s concern that starts to take over his features     ,      of course he would be worried about peter     .      how couldn’t he be     ?

he gets that, it is always one of those days. but grayson's answer reassures him. he knows his own limit and how far he could push himself so who is peter to question or doubt it? ❝ 'course i'm okay. ❞ he answers with a small smile. ❝ keep thinking about taking a vacation but there's never a right time for it , y'know? ❞ he joked with a light tone. there's never a right time for anything these days, with a job like his, but he makes do. 

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just as a small note but the longer the reply is, the longer it will take for me to write. this isn't to say that i hate doing long replies but my mental capacity to write long things is very selective and most days i don't have the capacity to focus on that much writing or figure out how to write that much in reply ( yes i know i don't need to match length every single time but i feel bad giving just two paras if it's for like, a 4 para rep. if i'm cutting a thread down in size, i generally try to cut it down by at least one para ). so i might take a while but i'll still get to it.

also i might take forever to reply to things but my reply time doesn't doesn't equal my enthusiasm for the thread. i can take forever to reply to things i really want to reply to because i don't want to half ass it ( and in being picky with my quality of writing, it can affect the time it takes to reply to it ).

just putting those two disclaimers out there because i know i can be hecking slow at times and i don't want people to think i'm ignoring them or just being difficult or that i'm hard to interact with.