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*after the Family has been separated for a few years*
Friday : So what have you been up to recently?
Pepper : Leading a revolution with Peter.
Harley : Good for you two! Me, I've joined the mob.
America : *nods* Oh, how cool! That's awesome!
Harley : I know! Anyway, have you heard from the others? Rhodey?
Christine : Happily living as a hermit in the woods. Tony?
Stephen : Wrongfully locked up in an asylum, which reminds me, we need to break him out later. Jarvis?
Peter : Cult leader.
Friday : Yeah, that sounds about right.
Wade : How is spring not everyone’s favorite season? The trees are PINK, guys!
Matt : Allergies are also a problem, y'know.
Wade : But pink.
Peter : And it's hot.
Wade : PINK!
Peter : did you tell everyone we're dating?
Wade : Yes, Petey. I have no self control and I told everyone we're dating.
Peter : OK, no need for sarcasm.
Wade : No, seriously. I have no self control and told everyone that we know, from Avenger, fantastic four, X-men, and the Sinistres Six.
Peter : THE SINISTRES SIX ?!
Wade : and the daily bugle...
J. Jonah Jameson on TV : Spiderman is dating Deadpool! Another proof that he is not a hero!
Wade : I'm sorry...
Peter is regretting is life choice
Wade : Pfft, you should meet Spidey, he's such a tsundere.
Logan : He... He just stabbed you.
Wade : So cute.
In a friendship we have :
Stiles, Robin, Dean : If I can't cause tiny bits of chaos every day, I think my body will shut down.
Scott, Steve, Charlie : I don’t go looking for trouble. Trouble usually finds me first.
If Peter parker was really a trainee
Peter : Here you go, Mr. Stark, a nice hot cup of coffee!
Tony : It's cold.
Peter : A nice cup of coffee.
Tony : It's horrible.
Peter : Cup of coffee.
Tony : I'm not sure if this even IS coffee.
Peter : C U P.
Foggy : For self defense reasons, I'm going to pretend to be a burglar and you guys have to act wisely.
Peter Matt & Wade : Okay.
Foggy : If you don't want to die, give me all your money!
Peter : Bold of you to assume I have money.
Matt : Bold of you to assume I don't want to die.
Peter : Yeah that too.
Wade : Bold of you to assume I can die!
#RedTeam
They have cowls.
I'll be real with guys, I think Izuku has more in common with Terry McGinnis than Peter Parker.
Both are from a future time period, Peter is often depicted in the present.
Both when out of there way to become heroes, Peter did it because of circumstance. There was no-one telling the two to fight for Dana or Katsuki, they just did it because they were in danger and acted as such.
Both gained their tech and abilities after impressing their soon to be mentors, both former heroes, Peter was solo and had no one else to train him.
They both managed to bring some substance and light to said mentors lives, again Peter never got to do that.
Due to both having mentors they weren't behind their backs to do what they felt was right, Izuku at Kamino and Terry in his first ever outing as Batman. Peter never had a mentor to really disobey.
Another thing is who they are as people, neither of them are the hyper genius that is Pete, they are both are intelligent but not quite to the levels of their peer, but both Izuku and Terry have hearts of gold and wealth's of compassion, not to say that Peter doesn't, he's been under the limbo bar of hell enough times to empathise with just about anyone.
And at the end of it all, the two were able to defeat the mentors arch rival.
They are perfect Legacy heroes, both with weird father like relationships with their mentors.
Whilst Terry got his wits from Peter and Izuku his powers, both really are just convergent versions of each other differing in environment, and well quip usage, both distinctly have traits from Spidey, but both are distinct characters in there own right.
I just find it intreasting how much these two have in common, it doesn't even really seem like Izuku was meant to be like Terry, he was always modeled on Peter it was just a happy coincidence that the two became so alike, hell their costumes are even kind of similar with the cowl with long ass ears, and the new Omega Suit is pretty much identical in concept to the Beyond Suit.
Put the current abilities back on par with the previous ones.
No one: Tom Holland: “It’s kinda like every young actor’s dream to be called a bitch by Sam Jackson”
I keep reading so many Peter Parker in Gotham AU fanfics, and I got the worst idea ever
As most start outs go in these fics, Post SM:NWH Peter ends up in DC universe Gotham
Only difference? The Joker in this DC universe is actually an alternate version of Norman Osborn.
I know this sounds so dumb but like,,, imagine it. May died trying to help Norman, and Peter nearly threw away his morals to avenge her death by killing Norman himself. Now he's faced with another version of Osborn who is so much more fucked up, who's been through so much shit, and all Peter can see past that shitty clown make-up is the poor man who needed help who his aunt died trying to help. The man who went to FEAST knowing Peter could help. The man who one second was scared of everything including himself, and the next was laughing uncontrollably, even through the punches Peter pounded into him.
What if Peter decides Mays death won't be in vain. That even if this isn't the same Norman Osborn, he's going to help him and he won't die trying like May. He's going to avenge her death the right way.
Then cue the Bats freaking the FUCK out because???? As much as they beat the shit out of him, Bruce had spent years trying to help him, then this homeless and totally adoptable kid shows up out of nowhere and is breaking past the Joker and to the real man trapped behind it all?????
Hehe finished my Wip from last night
(Closeups + progress pics under break)
Wip for an old ass trend :))
Might as well.Please reblog even if you don't vote /nf
There are sooo many characters I could use but imma try to keep this list short
Parasite paused, glancing over to where Peter had placed the vial.
“Who’s that?”
They reached over, its eyes wide in an almost entranced state as they stared at the vial. The symbiote didn’t seem similar, but they were curious now. Why did this spider-person have a symbiote? Was it theirs? Had they stolen it?
//supposed to be posted earlier, but it never did go out
Location: A hole in the wall laboratory
Time and Date: 19:00 pm; March 3, 2025
TW// blood, ethical wrongs
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Peter was sitting at a work bench in a lab that looks like it’d seen better days. The lights above were flickering madly, giving an eerie presence to the surrounding equipment. Various vials and chemical compounds sat idly on shelves and the several other tables.
One of them stood out though. It was moving. Yeah, moving. It sat next to a normal vial of blood that seemed to be sparking a small bit. “C’mon Pete…” he mumbled as he pushed the chair back. “C’mon.”
He stalked towards the two vials and tilted his head. Moving. It was living. The vial was a tube of Eddie Brock and Venom’s combined blood— it’s what had created carnage. Eddie and Peter had come up with this together— a potential life saving procedure— and now Pete was carrying it out. Or he was going to try to.
He was on two different sides. On one hand? He could potentially save lives, help the world for the greater good, and all it would take was a little bit of blood sequencing. On the other? This was living. It was alive. It couldn’t live on its own, but Peter was keeping it alive and healthy in the cold tube.
He swallowed thickly as he picked it up and twisted it in his fingers. “C’mon. Just don’t mess it up this time. Don’t mess it up like you did with yours… don’t… don’t screw it up, Pete. Then it’ll be humane, right?”
He realized he was… shaking. He set the vial down and moved back to his desk. He slumped down and sighed heavily. “Fuck.” Humanity. Inhumane. Ethics. All of those damn rules.. what would Mr. Stark say?
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Parasite stepped into the room, blinking rapidly as their eyes adjusted to the light.
Their eyes were narrowed as their gaze darted around the room, eventually landing on Peter. They glanced between him and the test tube he held, and tilted their head to the side as they recognized the substance as one of its own, a symbiote.
Eventually, they spoke up. “Spider-creature? What are you doing?”
Parasite didn’t even bother to hide in their true form as it moved closer to him (it was too tired to mask their true self at the moment anyways, they just had to hope that this particular spider-person wouldn’t be too disturbed by their appearance).
//supposed to be posted earlier, but it never did go out
Location: A hole in the wall laboratory
Time and Date: 19:00 pm; March 3, 2025
TW// blood, ethical wrongs
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Peter was sitting at a work bench in a lab that looks like it’d seen better days. The lights above were flickering madly, giving an eerie presence to the surrounding equipment. Various vials and chemical compounds sat idly on shelves and the several other tables.
One of them stood out though. It was moving. Yeah, moving. It sat next to a normal vial of blood that seemed to be sparking a small bit. “C’mon Pete…” he mumbled as he pushed the chair back. “C’mon.”
He stalked towards the two vials and tilted his head. Moving. It was living. The vial was a tube of Eddie Brock and Venom’s combined blood— it’s what had created carnage. Eddie and Peter had come up with this together— a potential life saving procedure— and now Pete was carrying it out. Or he was going to try to.
He was on two different sides. On one hand? He could potentially save lives, help the world for the greater good, and all it would take was a little bit of blood sequencing. On the other? This was living. It was alive. It couldn’t live on its own, but Peter was keeping it alive and healthy in the cold tube.
He swallowed thickly as he picked it up and twisted it in his fingers. “C’mon. Just don’t mess it up this time. Don’t mess it up like you did with yours… don’t… don’t screw it up, Pete. Then it’ll be humane, right?”
He realized he was… shaking. He set the vial down and moved back to his desk. He slumped down and sighed heavily. “Fuck.” Humanity. Inhumane. Ethics. All of those damn rules.. what would Mr. Stark say?
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Just a duuuumb idea
Look, I love father-son platonic Starker and I thought about this Soulmate AU where you have the name of your spiritual child on the heart. Those type of Soulmates are extremely extremely rare for obvious reason and they displays a rare phenomenon where soul matches another’s not romantically but “characteristically”. In short, it’s like the souls have genetics and the souls of the soulmates have the same genetics. A legend says that it was born from a spell casted by a sterile witch, whom grieved on the fact that she won’t ever experience the “bond” that she believed a mother has with her biological child, on her foster son but it’s not proved so the origin of it still is a mystery.
The name won’t appear if the soulmates didn’t met each other. The “parent” soulmate will experience a deep fondness, constant worry and a sense of duty for the “kid” soulmate and the “kid” soulmate will automatically feel a really deep endearment for the “parent” soulmate.
PS : I don’t know what I’m saying either pls let me share my stupid imagination with you
Happy Birthday, Spidey! 🥳🎂🕸️🕷️
aaah it’s been forever since I last posted anything here! So let me share this fun commission for RedStarryNight on deviantart♥♥
it’s based on the fic “Dark Matter” by mysterycyclone https://archiveofourown.org/works/30153540/chapters/74285358
“The rain suddenly stops. Peter looks up and sees a black fabric stretched out above his head. He turns towards Batman and blinks. Batman has one hand on his binoculars, focused on the trucks below. His other hand is holding his cape out and over Peter, sheltering him from the rain and wind. Peter considers making a smart remark about it, but decides against it. He simply rests under the cape.”
Warning: Gore
Day 3: Zombie
Peter Parker/Spiderman.
Drawtober
Warning: this have Body Gore
So I Drew Zombie Spiderman (Peter Parker), I was reading "Marvel Zombie" and imminently feel in love with the Series and I'm a huge Spiderman Fan! So I improvise
Seeing red and blue
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DON'T REPOST MY ART TO OTHER WEBSITES
PeterMJ quotes that make me lose my shit
“My wife is strong. My wife is smart. My wife is everything I could never be without the bite from that spider.”
“I don’t like bullies and I don’t scare easy. My loyalty runs deep, you sad little man. [...] He is my husband, you’re just some dude.”
“Her hair smelled like strawberries and cream. I love her... more than life.”
“I love you MJ. God, I love you so much. I want you to know that every night and every morning.”
“I love you too, Peter. You’re my lover and my husband and my very best friend. I love you.”
“The cheerleader and the science nerd. No one thought it would last. I did.”
“After decades together I know you better than I know myself. I know everything you’re about to say, I know your worries and your dreams. You’re my heart, Mary Jane Watson... you’re my jackpot.”
“I liked him because he enjoyed life... and even more importantly... he wore a mask too.”
“I’ll wait for you for as long as you need. Until the stars turn cold and fall from the sky. Whichever comes first.”
“I know I’m my heart of hearts that you and I were always meant to be together. [...] whatever he does to pulls us apart will have to be bigger and stronger than what brought us together and kept us together no matter what happened. And there’s no power in the universe big enough for a job like that. Not the devil, not god. Not anybody.”
“Thing is— I love him. I love him so much I can’t even think of a way to properly express it to you. It’s in my skin. I can actually feel it in my skin.
And the ever classic:
“Something in her makes me gentle. Makes me shy. Makes me strong. Makes me happy to be alive. And maybe that’s the thing. She makes me, she makes me whole. She completes me. [...] So here’s the thing god... I know you and I, we’ve got issues but right now... just for tonight... thank you. Thank you for her.”
Peter can’t remember the last time they walked home together from anything. He’s sure he was wearing light up sneakers, carrying a backpack full of addition and subtraction homework, and Mary Jane had multicolored bows in her hair, sporting kittens on her neon t-shirt. It’s kind of surreal, to walk with her now. A woman in a diner uniform, a hero with a mask in his backpack. They’re worlds away from where they used to be. (x)
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ahh i love your writing and your dark!peter fics are the best, could we get a darkfic of peter bullying/harassing the reader and then things escalate if you know what i mean ??
rude boy | peter parker
[Warnings] dark peter parker x reader, bully peter, verbal/physical harassment, noncon/dubcon, fingering, public sex, mentions of intercourse/oral sex, peter being a jerk, fish sticks
A/N: I combined your ask with another bully peter request I got! I’ll post that asks right after this. Hope you like this!
In which Peter can’t make up his mind about whether he loves or hates you.
word count: almost 3k
Your gaze fell down to your lap as he entered the classroom. Everyone else’s seemed to lift, admiring their classmate who famously saved the world several times. It was safe to say that the fame had gone to his head. You nervously played with the ends of your skirt as you waited for the commotion in the room to die down and for the class to start.
That didn’t happen because an unfamiliar person slid onto the stool beside you and you lifted your head to see Peter. He gave you a bored look as he looked you over, “What’s up, fish sticks?”
Your eyes shut tightly as you winced at the name. He knew it got under your skin and loved to watch you squirm. He nudged your arm, “Hmm?”
Everyone remembered that time in fifth grade, on the trip to the aquarium, where you threw up your packed lunch on one of the employees. Your mom had packed you fish sticks and, as you sat through one of their fun presentations, one of the presenters picked you to come up to the stage. You were shy, even back then, and as he asked you something you learned that day, you completely lost your lunch on his shoes. This all led to one of your classmates shouting, “She barfed up her fish sticks!” and laughter ensued.
Even Peter seemed to think it was still funny, “You’re not my partner, Peter,” You said, not meeting his eyes.
“Now I am,” Your heart skipped a beat as you heard him, “I can’t work with Ned anymore, he sucks at cooking and I need a good grade in this class.”
You looked back at Peter’s normal seat to see your family and consumer science partner sitting with Ned. You liked her and she always did her fair share of the work. You were sure the opposite would be true for Peter.
Peter faked a smile at you, “So what are we cooking today? Fish sticks?”
You took a deep breath, your hands tapping nervously at the table, “You could try looking at the board,” You felt him scoot his stool closer to you, his body leaning over the counter.
“I think I’ll just look at you instead,” Your breathing hitched in your throat as he leaned into your ear. Just as he did, your teacher entered the room. You thought she was a good teacher, she graded easily, and Peter must’ve been a complete idiot to not be doing well. Clearly, this wasn’t his subject of expertise.
The room was set so each station had its own oven, stove, and appliances. This unit was all about cooking and today you were making dessert. Your teacher gave you a list of instructions before adding that you should all make sure you’re following safety protocols.
You stood up from your stool, mostly just to get some space from Peter and walked over to grab an apron.
The assignment went much worse than you expected. Peter refused to even lift a spoon or even wear an apron. He sat by as you did all the work, only offering to lick the spoon clean when you were finished with it. The times he got off his butt were to walk over to Ned’s table to chat with him.
“You’re good at this,” Peter said, as you poured the batter into a cake tin. You were a little out of breath from running around to grab supplies, “You should come over and make me a sandwich sometime.”
You bit down on the inside of your cheek, trying to keep yourself from responding.
As soon as you got your cake into the oven, you took a deep breath, taking a look at the clock to see if you were going to finish on time, “Can you chill? You’re stressing me out.”
You rested your hands against the counter, “I’m …” Your voice raised only for a moment before you lowered it, “I’m stressing you out?”
Peter noticed your frustration and smirked, “Awe, I’m joking fish sticks. You’re doing great,” He winked.
Maybe you could talk to the teacher, tell her that you and Peter were not a good fit together. She’d ask you why you didn’t want to be partners and then you would have to tell her … and facing Peter after that would be a nightmare. You shook your head at the thought and convinced yourself you could go the rest of the semester doing the work all by yourself.
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You were going to get into a good school, especially with the number of clubs you were a part of and the one that you created yourself. A book club because you loved reading and school was lacking one. There were four members in total including you and your friend Jess. If you wanted your club to seem serious on college applications then you needed more members.
Jess had the idea of hanging up banners and flyers during the free period and, of course, you were all in.
You went around the school with a ladder the janitor lent you and hung up your homemade posters. You were hanging a large banner towards the front of the school when the bell suddenly rang, ending the free period.
“Just a few more inches to the left,” Jess instructed you and you slowly moved the poster to the position she wanted before Jess reached up to hand you the tape.
There was something about you that Peter couldn’t quite wrap his head around. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t attracted to you. It was something about the snooty, preppy way you dressed that he a distaste for but turned him on to you at the same time. You were so intelligent but corruptible still. It was quite frustrating knowing you’d only see him as a nuisance.
He watched the back of your legs, your skirt slightly rose as you taped up your poster. He thought about those baby pink panties you were probably wearing.
You were admiring your work when suddenly the ladder shook and, for a moment you thought you might fall back until you barely caught yourself. A sharp shriek left your lips and the hall went silent until everyone was staring at you and then chuckling. You felt your cheeks warm as you quickly stepped down the ladder.
You looked around the culprit and found Peter walking backward in the other direction. He smiled, “See you at book club, fish sticks!”
Your hands formed a fist at your side as you gave Jess an incredulous look.
“Sorry,” She apologized, but you were already marching away.
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Two weeks later, you were in a crowded subway car heading to school. Some soft pop song was playing in your headphones and you were swaying your head slightly to the music. Your eyes traveled around as you people watched.
You had done this route every day but you found yourself getting nervous now when you thought about school. Peter had seemed to take a special liking to you and wouldn’t leave you alone. He made you do all his work in family and consumer sciences and he’d make sure to shout something embarrassing at you when you saw him in the hall.
A few days ago you were heading to your lunch table with your tray when he walked up to you, “Sit with me today,” He had told you, eyes more serious than you had ever seen them.
“Why?” You asked.
“Because I said so,” He continued and you raised an eyebrow.
“I don’t think I can take any more fish stick jokes,” Anger settled over his features and it scared you, “No, but thank you.”
Any day before this, you would’ve said yes just because of how much he scared you. He was a superhero and what were you? Nothing. And everyone saw you that way. You were just tired of him torturing you.
You should’ve trusted your instincts because as you walked around him, you lost your balance, and tripped over his outstretched foot. The cafeteria went quiet and you moaned in pain as you pulled yourself up. Your spaghetti was now staining your bright colored sweater.
Peter leaned down, “Forgive me for trying to be nice to you, Y/N,” He held out his hand for you to take and, you only stared at him, before standing up yourself. Jess rushed over, napkins in hand, but you were already running from the cafeteria, tears stinging your eyes.
You shook your head as you tried to stop thinking about it. As if you had unconsciously summoned the devil, you felt a hand on your waist. You jumped, of course, and thought some middle-aged man would be standing behind you but it was even worse.
“Turn back around,” He spoke huskily in your ear and you shook your head. His arm wrapped around you, his hand wrapping around your throat as he pulled you back into him, “Don’t struggle. Wouldn’t want to make a scene, right?”
How long had he been watching you? How long had he been following you?
Your eyes darted around, looking for anyone who had noticed what was happening to you but you saw no one. Everyone so packed together and clearly focused on whatever was going on in their busy lives. Peter’s other arm wrapped around you, under your arm, and settled on your stomach.
You started to shake your head as his fingers trailed against the top of your skirt but his grip on your throat tightened, “What color panties are you wearing?” He whispered in your ear, “Hmmm?”
It was clearly rhetorical because, with every word you spoke, his grip tightened. You had to keep still in order to breathe. His hand slid between your skin and the waistband of your pastel skirt and he felt between your legs. A small whimper left your lips as his fingers rubbed your sex through your panties.
His nose pressed into your hair and he took in your scent as he began rubbing circles against the fabric of your underwear.
Peter had to see for himself if you were really what he wanted and he was tired of hiding his attraction. The confusion and tension in his mind had finally stopped. He was going to have you.
You had rarely even touched your private parts yourself so, the feeling rising in your core, felt completely foreign. A second later, he was dipping his fingers in the fabric of your panties. Your face completely warmed and you couldn't help how your body flinched at the sensation.
“You’re mine from now on, to do whatever I please,” You ran from the feeling, from the pleasure, for as long as you could but Peter’s fingers worked like magic. Your chest heaved up and down as your breathing became more erratic. You were nearing something and that scared you even more. Peter held you steady and kept you from going anywhere and you were forced to face whatever he had unleashed inside you.
“There you go, that’s it, Y/N,” It was a giant explosion deep inside you, and Peter moved his hand around your neck to cover your mouth as you orgasm.
You were shaking as his fingers still played with that sensitive bulb in your panties. When he finally released you, you felt more disgusted at yourself for feeling such pleasure.
Peter turned you around and you were so dizzy that you couldn’t even push him away as he slammed his lips against yours. Anyone around you would’ve saw it as annoying PDA by a couple of teenagers but, really, a predator had just sunk its teeth into its prey.
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You sat with Peter at lunch from the day forward. You decided it was better than him humiliating you in front of the entire student body.
You weren’t sure what exactly you were to him. He seemed to want a personal punching bag as well as the intimacy you could provide. He’d tease you constantly, especially in front of his friends, but he’d want to make you cum right after being the jerk he was.
He’d invite himself over to your house so you could help him with a school project or rather have you do it for him. Then he would … use his tongue against your private parts and make you lay with him for hours.
One weekend, while you were walking home from a late-night study session at Jess’s house, a figure landed right in front of you. You hated how he loved to make his entrances by scaring you. Completely clad in his red and blue suit, Peter looked you up and down, “Why are you out walking so late?”
You took a cautious step back, “My apartment is three blocks away.”
“I’m aware and that doesn’t answer my question.”
“Can I at least have the weekends to myself, Peter?”
Peter cocked his head to the side and you wished very much to see whatever devilish look was. As he took a step forward, you took another backward, which caused him to laugh, “I’m offended, Y/N. I’m just a friendly neighborhood spider-man trying to help a poor, lost girl find her way home. There are sickos out this late.”
“Peter-”
Peter suddenly raised his hand and you saw a web shoot out into the distance. Before you could follow where it led, Peter’s arms were around you, and you were flying with him in the air. You squeezed him for dear life, your lungs unleashing every scream within you, as your stomach rose and fell with the swinging motion.
When you finally landed on your feet, you were standing on the fire escape just outside your bedroom. You lost your balance but Peter was there to catch you again. Peter pulled off his masks and you saw his tired face and messy hair beneath it.
He smiled at you, “Gonna puke, fish sticks?”
You tried to pull away from him, anger boiling up inside of you, “I-I hate you! I hate you, Peter!”
Tears were streaming down your cheeks and you were punching at his chest. It had no real effect on him and he simply grabbed your hands and held them in place. He pulled your hands down and pulled your forward, kissing you hard.
You seemed to calm as his soft lips moved against yours. You hated it but it did. Your hands calmed and he let them go. Peter’s brown eyes narrowed into yours when he finally pulled away. He grabbed your face then, “I’m sorry to hear that, Y/N,” He wiped a tear away from your face, “But I don’t think I can let you go just yet.”
He kissed you again and you started to move your lips against his. It was easier that way. You stayed there for a long time, your lips on his, as your tears began to dry. He wasn’t going to leave you be so you thought you might as well enjoy it. The most popular boy in school, in New York, wanted you. Shouldn’t that make you feel good?
Peter moved to open your window, “Peter … my parents.”
“I’ll be quiet,” Peter insisted as he slipped inside. You did the same and you watched as Peter slowly shut it back.
You moved over to the bed, taking off your backpack, and preparing for what Peter usually wanted to do. You looked up, surprised when you saw he was taking off the suit … all the way.
“Peter, I’ve never-”
He shushed you, “I haven’t either,” That surprised you to hear. He approached you on the bed, only wearing his boxers, and your eyes raked in his exquisite physique. A lot has changed for him in the last few years, “But I’m sure I can figure it out.”
He kneeled down by your feet and took his time removing your shoes and then your socks. He wanted to take his time admiring you and this made you feel like a piece of art, “Why me?” You asked hesitantly.
“I have this awareness of my surroundings, like something in the back of my mind,” You weren’t expecting an honest answer but Peter’s eyes were completely earnest, “When I’m around you, it goes haywire and when I don’t have it, I’m vulnerable. I hate that.”
“So you do this to me b-because you hate me?”
Peter stood up, leaning forward as he pushed you down towards the bed. You slowly moved back towards your headboard as Peter crawled on top of you, “Not anymore. I like feeling certain things … when my defenses are down.”
His face was hovering above yours now, his fingers trailing over the waistband of your underwear. He started to pull them down and you stared with wide eyes because he didn’t even look away from you.
“Oh,” was all that left your mouth as he spread your legs. Everything about him confused you but it was useless to argue with him. You reached up to touch his shoulder which surprised him, to say the least. You touched the skin there and then the hardness of his chest.
Peter tossed your underwear to the side, positioning himself between your legs. His eyes darkened as he looked at you and, suddenly, he was pinning your hands above your head. He kissed you as he used his other hand to pull down his boxers, letting his member spring free. He rubbed its tip against your sensitive bulb, trailing it up and down to tease you.
When he finally entered you, it was slow and patient despite the hungry look in his eyes. He watched as you winced and moaned in pain as he stretched you for the first time. He’d bury himself deep inside of you for the rest of his life if he could. He’d make you tighten around him as he gave you orgasm after orgasm.
“You make me feel human again, Y/N,” Peter grunted into your ear. After all, he had lived through and what he was meant to go through now, he’d use you to bring him down to earth. You were a toy, a tool, but maybe you could learn to enjoy the closeness. The intimacy.
Human.
Peter both desired and despised the feeling.
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