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Hand in Unlovable Hand by dandelionwines
Fandoms: Spider-Man - All Media Types, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), The Punisher (TV 2017)
20 Aug 2026
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"You should blame me, kid. I put a 50 cal round through you. How can you even stand to look at my ugly fuckin' mug after that?" It's Frank's response, the way he diverts his gaze revealing the shame he feels beneath the bravado.
"Frank," Peter cuts in, trying to bring the man's attention back to him by stepping closer, "I don't buy take-out for my enemies."
That seems to curl a smile on Frank's lips—gruff, hidden, like everything else about him—before it all dissolves into a grunt. Of course, Peter is pretty sure Frank would die if he didn't grunt every five seconds.
"Fine. It better not be that cheap crap you got last time."
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or: Peter works through his issues. Mostly. Frank helps.
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"Don't make it a habit." by V_Sinner
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), The Punisher (TV 2017)
22 Aug 2026
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After everything that had happened between them, Peter finds himself swinging by Frank’s safehouse—hungry, lonely, and pent up. It had been weeks since his hospital discharge. Without realizing it, Frank had become an almost daily presence—a steady source of warmth in Peter’s life.
Maybe… even a friend. -
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Frank takes responsibility for shooting Peter. Domestic fluff ensues.
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It's my DNA by Monroehurricane
Fandoms: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Spider-Man - All Media Types
23 Aug 2026
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Peter has once again hit a hurdle with his spider genetics, but this time it's a lot different than last time.
This time he was entering a mating cycle.
Peter's approach? Ignore it and eat pizza.
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"These definitely weren't here before," the older man mumbles, touching the smooth texture of his fangs. Frank's fingers taste like sweat, like the chili they ate earlier, like Peter. A whimper drags itself like a beaten dog from the back of his throat, high and needy. It makes something darken in Frank's eyes. His expedition continuing mercilessly, running along every ridge and bump from his flat teeth to the canines. Back to his gums, rubbing them, playing with his tongue until Peter's knees feel weak and his brain is dissolved web fluid. Sludge and goo.
Frank lays his fingers on the flat of Peter's tongue, and he glances up, curious and helpless to speak as shiny drool collects in his mouth, spills from the corner of his lips to the floor and over his bare feet.
"Bite." Frank instructs, voice thick with want.
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Or, Peter grows fangs.