#dark! peter

[p3sephone]

Please, stay. (Dark! Peter Parker)

Summary: Peter thinks you are perfect for him, and when begging you is not enough, violence remains the only option.

Warnings: very delusional Peter, toxic relationship, arguing and fighting, some angst and drugging. If you do not feel comfortable with these themes please do not read, this is only +18. No minors allowed.

Note: so, these ones were requested. If you want to also request something on Marvel characters, just send me an ask and I'll do my best! Also any kind of feedback is very welcome! I love reading you. <3

Requests done:

☁️ = “Thinking of you with anyone else makes me want to throw up” for peter parker pls

Hi, can you make Peter Parker with the prompt “Please tell me what I can do for you. Please, I want to be perfect for you”

"What? Do you want me to beg you to stay? You know how crazy I am about you, but I… I won't get to that point." It hurt you to see him like that, with red dark circles and bloodshot eyes. But you've seen this drama before, over and over. In the end, everything returned as before: jealousy, oppression, possession as if you were his property. You always thought Peter Parker had a heart of gold, but he didn't get along with you.

You had therefore decided to break off after the umpteenth time you saw him stalking you. You thought he quit, you gave him so many chances. And now he wanted to make you look bad, and maybe you were, but you fucking knew how much I had to stop you from feeling guilty. Everything about him was a red flag. "Peter, I don't want you to beg me to stay, but I want you to understand why the heck I'm doing this! You sent a colleague of mine to the hospital!" you screamed in his face and expected anger to come out of your voice, not pain. A tearing pain that hit and oppressed even his chest. He grimaced, walking up to you and holding your hands tight in his, almost as if you were about to disappear at any moment. “Thinking of you with anyone else makes me want to throw up.” He said with such a disgusted face you really believed him. "Yes Peter… that's the problem. I can't be only yours, I can't see only you, I'm not something to be kept in a glass case in fear it might shatter! I'm a fucking person, Peter!" you yelled in his face, finally finding the courage you lacked for all the times you tried to make him understand that he was wrong. He pulled away from you, slowly letting go of your hands and looking at you as if you were another person. As if you were the monster. You started sobbing, immediately turning to the other side of the room in the vain hope that he wouldn't notice. He hurt you so much, he hurt you and yet leaving him hurt you even more. “Please tell me what I can do for you. Please, I want to be perfect for you." You just laughed at his prayer, finally turning to him. He was crying, he was desperate. He was on the edge like you. You slowly shook your head, looking at him. You thought you had the same aspect of him destroyed by now. "Peter, there is no future for us. We are not meant." you whispered in a broken voice, now determined to leave. It was over. You let a shaky sigh from your mouth before you took the bag you had placed on the chair, sniffling. You didn't hear any noise behind you and you seriously thought it was over. You then felt a cloth pressed hard on the lower part of your face and began to struggle. Kicking, scratching his hand, it didn't help. It was as if he didn't even have the strength of a man. You then screamed out of breath, automatically inhaling the substance on the white cloth. "Don't worry, we'll be fine together again. I'm sure we'll make it again, we'll get married, we'll- we'll have fucking kids and you won't leave me. You can't leave me."

[straywords]

Fratty!Rafe calling you princess as he shoves a lollipop in your mouth

or

Stalker Peter bringing you flowers and a love letter

Another sadistic choice... This isn’t a safe space anymore 😔😂😂

Dark! Peter x Reader

Warnings: nothing besides implied stalking, unrequited love

Words: ~ 830

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"Peter, I can’t accept these," you sigh, nudging the letter stamped with a heart and the humongous bunch of flowers back in his arms.

He refuses them, shoving his hands in the pockets of his jeans. 

"Why not?" He frowns. You lick your lips, feet twitching awkwardly on the doorstep of your apartment. 

You inhale deeply before saying,

"We’re friends. I don’t…think of you that way."

A knife plunges in Peter’s heart at your words. And the way your pretty face scrunches apologetically twists it inside his chest. He scratches the back of his neck. 

"I just wanted to be nice. You always seem so sad."

You peer down before your eyes meet his again. That tilted, forced smile Peter both hates and adores graces your features. He wishes each of your smiles were genuine. As genuine as his boundless devotion for you. 

"Not always."

Words bounce on Peter’s tongue but he swallows them. There’s hardly any aspect of your days Peter isn’t aware of. The cameras concealed all over your apartments ensure he can keep tabs on you. A necessity in order to make sure he can keep you safe in this dangerous city. 

Someone has to look out for you. Might as well be him. 

He knows how many hours a day you spend curled up in your bed, helpless, your tears the only companion amidst your desolation. 

He knows how much pain you’re in. Only he understands. Only he could seal those wounds, plant seeds of hope so happiness can bloom.  If only you let him. 

Peter shrugs. 

"Well I wanted you to know that however sad you get, there’s always someone who will care about you."

"Peter…"

"I don’t care that you’re sad. I just want to take care of you."

"I don’t know what to say…"

Another stab. You’re too polite to outright say 'no'. It’s another thing about you Peter has noticed. How polite, kind and demure you are. There’s a plethora of little things Peter knows about you now and yet he’s eager to know even more. If he could peel back your skull to glimpse at every secret thought, every errant idea, every ephemeral feeling…he would.

But all Peter gets is this contrite pinch on your brow.

So slowly, the hurt of rejection frosts his insides, crystallizing into something more sinister. You’re too blinded to see how perfect the two of you would be together, how he is exactly what you need. He truly hoped you’d accept the letter. It could have all been so nice and easy. Normal. 

Peter supposes he always knew, deep down, it’d be harder with you. You can be so stubborn. It’s why you need guidance, a firm hand. For your own good really. 

He sends you a bright smile.

"At least, keep the flowers. They’d look nice in your apartment."

You hesitate before clutching them against your chest. You bring the petals near your nose, closing your eyes. Peter’s heart flutters at the sight. 

"I…thank you. They’re my favorites. How did you know?"

"Just a lucky guess."

"You’re a sweet guy, Peter. I know there’s someone out there for you. It’s just not me."

You’re right. There is someone for him. And that person stands right before him, blissfully unaware of the beautiful future he’s already got planned. 

It’s just unfortunate it won’t be so pleasant at first…for you.

Peter plans on drawing all the enjoyment he can from getting you right where you need to be. You’ll thank him in the end. 

Everything is already in place. He’ll simply need to sneak inside your place in the dead of night. He’ll quiet your screams and drag your limpless form to the van.

He’s thought of every detail, every possible hurdle. Covering up your disappearance with a few emails and wire transfers will also be easy. 

Everyone is so big on mental health these days. No one will be surprised you decided to take some time to yourself. 

All of this for you. Months of meticulous work, attentive watching, flawless planning.

It’s how much Peter loves you. It’s how much he cares.

"See you at the group meeting, okay?" you say, readying yourself to close the door. It’s how Peter met you, at a grief recovery and support group.

And no one supported him more than you. No one was ever this kind to him. 

Kindness like this is rare nowadays. And Peter wants it all to himself. 

He knows you can be kind to him in many other ways. You just need a little push in the right direction. Some coaxing. A little convincing. 

…And maybe some light kidnapping. 

Peter nods, waving you goodbye. 

"Sure," he replies, his smile remaining intact until you click the door shut.  

When you do, his smile fades. Instead, concentration wrinkles his forehead. Peter looks down, checking his watch.

Six hours. Only six hours and you will be his. Forever. 

And, finally, someone will take care of you the way you deserve.

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[im-a-goner-foryou]

Au where Tony is still Iron Man, and Peter is an overenthusiastic groupie who may have an ulterior motive under that sweet facade

[spideypoolfanfic]

Any fic recs with dark!peter? Whether wade is a hero himself or not doesnt matter i just want peter with a darker twist tbh fkshxksb

check out this ask we answered previously!

[im-a-goner-foryou]

47, please, if you're taking the prompts. 💜

The witness report he was tasked to look over is exceptionally dull, the fine print beginning to blur together right before Tony's eyes; this combined with the stifling heat in the office proves to become unbearably dreary-- so when the ringing of his phone suddenly breaks the monotone silence and the caller ID lights up its screen, the man scrambles to answer with admittedly too much enthusiasm.

"Hey baby," he says in greeting, a smile already fighting its way onto his face at the anticipation of his boyfriend's voice; okay, maybe Rhodey's taunting of him as 'a sappy, lovesick fool' does hold some truth. "What's up?"

His joy fades away as quickly as it came, however, at the very first word falling from the speaker. "Tony," Peter says, and though his voice is hushed the older man identifies an unmistakable tremor. "Tony," he repeats, this time in a distraught sob.

"Sweetheart? Is everything okay?" Tony asks sharply, sitting up straighter in his seat, hand now clutching at his phone so tight he hears his knuckles creak. "You gotta speak up, baby, I can barely hear you."

"I messed up," Peter's voice crackles through, soft and hollow; he sniffles, and Tony's heart just about damn breaks at the weak sound alone. The worse scenarios begin to race through his mind in a flash of images-- Peter huddled in a pool of his own blood, Peter cradling a broken leg, Peter cowering away from the barrel of the gun held to his head-- "I didn't mean to do it, Tony I swear..."

Tony's heart drops. "Peter," he says slowly, carefully. "Why are you whispering?"

"Please don't be mad at me," the boy cries, voice hitching higher with a tinge of desperation. "it wasn't intentional, he just kept talking, Tony! He wouldn't shut up, I wanted it to stop but I never meant to hurt him bad, I just- just wanted, to scare him a little-- and now he's not moving!" His sentence ends with a wail, Peter's fear of being caught evidently overridden in the heat of the moment; Tony shushes him fiercely, turning down his phone volume and leaving his desk for the bathroom. As soon as the door clicks shut behind him he releases a shaky breath.

"Tell me what happened," he starts, then shakes his head abruptly. "Wait, no, don't-- the less I know about this, the better. Are you hurt?" At Peter's reply in the negative his shoulders relax significantly. "That's good, baby, that's good."

"What do I do?" Peter whispers quietly, voice thick with tears that Tony can visualise forming at the corners of those pretty eyes, glassing over constricted pupils. "I-- he, t-there's blood all over my clothes..."

"Remove them," Tony orders, beginning to pace around the stall as his mind whirrs into action. "And avoid direct contact with... the body. Do you--" A sudden wave of queasiness overtakes him, and he screws his eyes shut. "Is there, ah-- a murder weapon?"

"Just my pocketknife," is the whimpered answer. God, fuck. Déjà vu much? Tony rubs at his eyes tiredly, gazes at himself in the mirror; takes in the tenseness of his shoulders, the pallid complexion of his face. This is bad. This is very, very bad--

"Daddy," Peter mewls petulantly then, and just like that Tony snaps out of his internal freakout to shift immediately to protective mode. "I'm scared, daddy," his baby sobs into the phone, every hiccuping gasp of breath against Tony's ear sending the man into deeper panic. "What if they catch me this time? They execute people like me, murderers--"

"You're not a murderer, Peter!" Tony snaps. "You're going to be okay, you hear me? They're not going to find you, not under my watch."

"...Promise?"

"Yes, I promise. Whatever it takes," Tony affirms-- so caught up in remembering the logistics of getting rid of a body that he misses the sudden change of Peter's tone, the fearful waver replaced by an eerie calm; his mind preoccupied as he runs over the standard procedure they follow when investigating a missing person, determined to find a loophole somehow. He's covered up Peter's messes before; he can do it again.

"Just stay put, sweetheart, I'm coming over. Daddy'll take care of it," he promises once more, unaware that he's now speaking to a dead line. "Just let daddy take care of everything."

[spideypoolfanfic]

Any fanfics where Peter isnt squeaky clean or maybe even a bad guy? Could range from him still being Spider-Man but he smokes or something, to him being a gangbanger or mafia leader w Wade, or to him going all the way to being a remorseless merc. Sort of broad, I'm sorry if it's a difficult request. Thank you in advance !

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