#imneverwritingagain

[chiapetkinnie]

Mine

Warnings- unedited, unprotected sex, creampie, possessiveness and obsession. No use of Y/N, Peter kinda forces himself into reader.

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Peter couldn’t take it anymore. How all these guys in your life treated you, and how you just let them. But he loved how you would run to him and cry in his arms. He loved how vulnerable you got around him.

He hated how much he loved you. The way you would get all flustered when someone would compliment you in the slightest bit. Or when his hands would brush against yours. He knew everything about you. He always watched you. No matter what you were doing. He made sure you were okay. How you would call him in the middle of the night to rant about something, and how you would sneak into his house to cuddle because you couldn’t fall asleep.

Peter loved everything about you. He had a whole shrine , a collection of you. Photos he took from his camera. You were beautiful. So beautiful you caught the attention of many guys. And he hated that. He wanted you all to himself. But it seemed that day would never come . His so called best friend got to you first. Peter tried to confess to you countless times, but he always chickened out. So Harry took it as an opportunity to steal you from him. Harry was handsome, rich, funny, no doubt you would say yes to when he asked you out. It also helped that you have been friends since forever.

He hated your relationship with Harry, at first it was sweet, he loved hearing you rant about little things in your relationship and how happy you were. But things started to take a turn. Harry started being an ass, you would run to Peter and cry to him about all the things Harry did, all the things he would say and do that mad you angry. Peter loved it , he loved how your relationship was terrible and he would add in how terrible Harry was and how you should break up with him. But you never would, you cared too much, you always do.

But this, this was Peter’s last straw. Harry was cheating on you with some hot blonde from Italy.

Of course Peter knew, but he didn’t wanna tell you himself, he wanted you to find out and come crawling to him.

“Peter”, you cried out knocking on his window.

Peter quickly let you in and you clung to his chest and cried. “Hey , hey what’s wrong?” He asked hoping his prayers have been answered. “Harry and I broke up.” Peter wipes your tears , “Why you guys were so Happy” He silently smiled. “Apparently not happy enough for him, he cheated on me” You smiled through the tears. “I walked into his room for our Friday night movie dates like we do every week, I brought snacks and everything, and there he was and some blonde chick on top of him,” You wipe your tears look up at Peter. “Did you know about this,” You ask him. Peter shakes his head, “Of course not, I had no idea about any of this, you guys seemed so happy.” He lifts up your chin. “I’ll tell you what, we can have your movie date here okay, just me and you.” Peter smiles.

You and Peter lay on the bed in each other’s arms watching a movie. Peters sits up and calls out your name. You turn towards him. “I just, there’s something I’ve needed to say to you for a while.” You tilt your head curiously , “Okay well, spit it out ”. Peter takes a deep breath, he was finally gonna do it, “ We’ve been friends for like ever, and I need to say that , Well I love you” You smile at him, “ I love you too Peter.” Peter shakes his head, “ No not like that, you don’t love me the way I love you,” he gets closer to you. “Oh” you whisper as he grips your thigh pulling you closer to him, if any closer your lips would touch. “ I just couldn’t stand all these years of all these guys not treating you right, you know I was gonna confess to you but Harry stole you from me. I’m sick and tired of not being able to have you , not being able to love you.” You blink in shock, he leans in to kiss you but you back away.

“ Peter, I just broke up with my boyfriend, who is your best friend, and you try to make a move on me.” You spoke in disbelief. “ I know but-“ Peter tried to say, “ No Peter, I can’t do this with you, not to Harry, not today.” You shook your head. Peter furrowed his brows, “ But he cheated on you, please, I just wanna make you feel good.” He pulls you back towards him and flips himself on top. He leans down and presses soft kisses to your neck. “ Just let me show you how good I can make you feel, how much I love you” He whispers in your ear. “Peter,” you whisper. He locks his lips onto yours. He caresses your face and deepens the kiss, “Please” he pleads. You look up at him and eventually nod your head yes.

Peter smiles and places his lips onto yours, his hands gently moving around your body. He makes his way down to the waist band of your shorts and slips his hand underneath and starts circling your clit. You gasp at his touch. Peter moved his hand down to your entrance and started pumping his fingers in. You let out a soft moan as Peter starts kissing and biting your neck. “ So pretty ,” He says , picking up some speed in his fingers. You try to hold on your moans. Peter pulls his fingers away and grabs your face. “ Don’t hold back your moans baby, I wanna hear you” you nod your head as a response.

You look up at him as he takes unbuckles his pants and takes out his length. Your mouth agape and he smirks. He brushes his thumb over your lips as he pushes himself into your core. Moans escaping both of your mouths from the feeling. He looks you in the eye waiting for your approval to move and you smile. He begins to thrust in and out. Heavy breaths and grunts escape from his mouth. You don’t hold back your moans of pleasure as he lifts up your waist fucking you deeper. You moan out searching for something to grab on. “ Fuck Baby, you feel so good, My sweet girl” he praises. He drops his hands from your waist. “ Turn around” he says . And you do so. His hands roam your body and he slaps your ass. He places a hand on your ass and rubs his dick on your entrance. “ My pretty girl” he says as he slips back inside.

The sound your skin slapping together fills the room.

You grip the bed sheets as he pushes your head down into the pillow. Moans escaping from your lips and praises from his. “My gorgeous girl, your doing so good for me, taking me so well”. Tears form in your eyes from how hard he’s thrusting, “ Harry never fucked you like this, he never loved you like this.” Peter yanked your head back and gripped your chin. “ Harry never made you feel good like this huh.” You shake your head and try to get the words out but you can’t .

Peter's hand makes it’s way back to your clit as he pounds into you. You smile in pleasure and moan as he circles around one more time, releasing your orgasm.

Peter smiled. He had finally won. He was the one. Making you cum, he was the one with his dick deep inside you making you moan like crazy. He was the one watching the way your ass bounced against his dick. He leaned his head back as he came inside and pulled out. Watching his seed drip out.

And he was the one who got to fill you up. He had won.

[thedeathofimmortality]

Part 2

Instantly, the moment he opened his own two eyes, he awoke to a dark silent void. Yet, he felt no fear, no dread, no pain, no anxiety; at last, he was calm. He then attempted to lull himself to sleep while within this endless void; however, the serenity was quickly broken by the ringing of an old grandfather clock.

It was 12 Midnight, he sat on his couch in the living room, the only light in the whole room was coming from the TV screen's static. Immediately, panic overcame him once again.

"No, it can't be over!" He screamed internally. He then started to punch his head repeatedly.

"Do not think! Do NOT think! DO NOT THINK!" He said to himself. He then stood up and attempted to quickly walk towards the kitchen for a glass of water. He reached for the door, opened it, stepped in and...he was back in the living room. He swore he stepped into the kitchen but here we was, in the living room, standing in front of the TV, showing nothing but static. He stood there for several seconds, hoping...

Snapping out of it, he rushes again to his kitchen door, opens it, and steps in. Again, he returned to the living room; however, this time, he began to hear voices coming from the TV. He walked closer to the TV and noticed blurred, still mostly static, images on it and the voice, he recognized it. In fact, he knew it very well because it was his, 17 years ago.

"Dad! Where you goin'? Are you going to buy my birthday gift!? ARE YA? ARE YA?" Said his six-year-old self to his Dad as he was leaving through the door. Dad had his luggage case with him, it was too late for him to realise what it meant. That day, Father never even spoke a word in reply. He left and that was it.

The TV then skipped to Bob in third grade, the audio and video now much clearer. He was in class and suddenly, a loud sound of gas passing and more is heard. Everyone looks, points and laughs at him as he is escorted to outside by the teacher. The TV, again, skipped this time to several later moments in his life. Scene after scene of public embarrassments, humiliation, and failure. Lastly, the TV showed Bob, in a dark room, staring at a small bottle. A rattling sound was heard and a moment later, a small whitish dot was seen on what looked like Bob's palm. I could see no more as Bob punched the TV with his bare hands out of pure anger. He fell, knelt on the ground, and he began to sob.

"Take another, Bob. Same as always." The shade appears from behind Bob looking at the opposite direction. However, the shadow seems to be taking form, in the shape of a person.

"Why...Why must you do this to me?" Bob screams. "Every single time, you make it even worse than before and yet, why do I still do this with you?"

"It was your choice. It is ALWAYS your choice. You choose to hold on, you choose to let it chain you, you choose to suffer and so, suffer you shall."

"Liar! I never wanted this! When did I ever ask for this? I've been wanting to forget but ever since..."

"Liar? Me? Oh, no, no, no, Bob. You are the liar. You've lied to yourself so well you don't even realize it! 'I don't want this?' Ha, don't make me laugh! This is what you've always wanted. Without me, you'd still be that humiliated, fumbling-for-words- buffoon that couldn't do anything at all right! You should be thanking me! You were lost, useless, and pitiful without ME!"

*He's wrong*

"Stop! Just, stop! I should never have taken so much. I should never have created you. Looking back, I could’ve done it without you! My fear of work, fear of acceptance, fear of everything...I shouldn't have let it control me."

*Accept what is, Bob, and let go.*

"It's too late now, Rogers! I AM here and you must take another! I am your cure! I am your savior! I am your only hope!"

*Fight him, Bob*

"No, no you're not. You've always been there, haven't you." Bob stands, turns around, and looks at the shadow behind him. "You've messed up my head from the start! You are the tumor. The trauma! The anxiety! The anger! The hatred! The...parasite. You...you are getting out of my head right now! I won't let you tell me how to live any longer! This is my head, YOU HAVE NO POWER OVER ME!"

*This is it, expel him, Bob!*

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. You are only delaying the inevitable, Mr. Rogers." Says the shadow disappointingly. He looks so much human now."You are mine, your mind is mine. You think you have the power? Well, show me then. I'm still here, and I'm not leaving until you do as I say!"

Bob raises his hand, and, out of nowhere, he points a gun at the back of the shadow's now human head. The shadow slowly turns around and...

*No Bob! Don't do it!*

His face, the shadow's, is exactly like Bob's. A mirror image.

"Go ahead, pull the trigger, but you should know, I won't go down alone." Says the shadow.

"You creep! You've done nothing but make my life miserable! Day after day, humiliation after humiliation, you grew from my sadness, me fears, my weakness and you made it worse! This will end you!"

*Bob, you don't know what he's trying to make you do! Don't do it!*

"DO IT! HA HA HA! DO IT AND END IT ALL!" The shadow shouts.

The gun clicks.

*PLEASE! NO! I'M NOT STRONG ENOUGH! BOB STO-*