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WHEN IS IT TOO FAR?

THIS ONESHOT HAS FOUL IMPLICATIONS. IMPLICATIONS INCLUDE RAPE AND MURDER‼️‼️‼️‼️ DONT READ IF THIS WILL MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE.

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“I won’t stop until I go too far.”

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The line echoes over and over in his head, almost haunting him. He was tired.. oh so tired. He craved your touch, knowing he’d never feel it again. He craved Aunt May’s hugs, knowing he’d never feel those again, either.

Mr. Stark told him that the strange things he was feeling would leave, disappear. He told Peter he just needed time, that he’d get over it. Maybe he lied? No, he wouldn’t do that.. would he?

Peter sits in his bed, staring off into space as his thoughts spiral uncontrollably. Peter covers his face with his hands as the face of his ‘enemy’ replays again and again and again. It never seemed to stop.

Why won’t it stop?

Why can’t he stop thinking about it?

He laugh as Spiderman kneels in front of him, a small knife sticking out of his abdomen. The wound bled out, staining the suit a darker shade of red than it was. “You had potential, you really did.” He says, slowly advancing towards his crouched form. “Too bad you just weren’t good enough.”

He laughs again as he points to Aunt May’s body, resting on a stone a little bit away. Her skin was pale, her jewelry covered in dirt, and her clothes stained an ugly combination of red and brown. He kneels next to Spider-Man’s form, his hand gently resting on the knife in his abdomen, disrupting the patterns of the suit.

He grips the hilt of the blade, holding tightly. He speaks softly as he slowly pushes the blade farther into his abdomen, his other hand covering his mouth. His hand muffled his cries of pain,” I mean, you certainly weren’t good enough to save poor Aunt May. And your partner, too..” [V/N] smirks as he twists the blade to the right, Peter's body trembling in his hold.

“Their screams were so pretty.. too bad they didn’t last very long.” Peter's eyes widened at the mention of you, his eyes glazed over with tears. “They squirmed a lot.. almost had to knock them out.” [V/N] removes the hand covering Peter's mouth, moving both hands to the blade. “You.. you sick bastard!”

“Oh! I’m glad you’ve noticed!” [V/N] laughs as he twists the blade again, this time back to the left. Peter cries out in pain, one of his hands moving to cover his mouth. “What was their name again? [Y/N]?” Peter cries out again as [V/N] mentions your name, tears brimming in the edges of his eyes.

“They felt soo good! And their cries… oh their cries. So beautiful..” The tears fall freely down Peter's face as [V/N] spoke of the foul things he did. “Hey,” [V/N] turns to Peter, his hands still on the hilt of the blade. “Have you ever wondered what it felt like to gut someone?”

Peter stops moving, his breath hitching. “I’d always wondered, but I’d never been able to try it out until [Y/N] came along.”

Peter stares at [V/N] in a mix of horror and disbelief. “No..” Peter starts. “Please don’t tell me..” [V/N] smirks as he continues, “Their blood was such a stunning shade of red.. so pretty. They put up quite a bit of a fight. Too bad it was all for nothing.”

Peter cries out in pain, his heart aching and throbbing, the rest of the world seemingly had gone silent. Too silent. [V/N] laughs loudly, abruptly pushing the blade further into Peter's abdomen as the teen cries. “Why won’t you stop..?” The teen cries out, hiccups interrupting his sentence a few times. His voice cracked, tears escaping from his red eyes and down his face.

[V/N] smirks softly as he bends slightly and whispers into Peter's ear. “I won’t stop until I go too far.”

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“Kiss me. Kiss me until I am sick of it.”

Your condescending laugh replays in his mind, almost like a mantra of your voice. Your voice is all he can think of. The way it sounded so condescending, yet loving. The way you mockingly spoke to him as if he were a small child.

“I’ll always love you,” the man spoke to his love. “I’ll always love you as long as I live.”

He didn’t understand then, and he most certainly didn’t understand now. Why would you say a thing only to lie? Why? What caused you to react the way you had? Was it something he had done?

“Oh dear.. tut tut. You don’t seem to get it, do you?”

He craves you - he craves your hugs, he wants your little notes you left him, he craves to only hear your voice, if only just once.

“If only there was someone out there who loved you.”

Your words stung. They really did. Except he can’t seem to hate you. It’s unfortunate. The more he tries to hate you, the more he ends up hating himself.

He hates himself for making you think that way. He hates himself for not being good enough for you. He hates everything about himself. He can’t hate you, even if he wished he did.

“Kiss me. Kiss me until I am sick of it.”

He really thought that you could manage to love him. He really did. He thought by saying these bold words he’d never otherwise speak, that it’d somehow lure you in, almost like a moth to a flame. However, his words seemed to have the opposite effect - they only drive you further away.

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You're sick Love (TASM Peter Parker x male reader fluff)

Pairing: TASM Peter Parker x male reader

Synopsis: Peter come to see you aand find you sick, he decides to take care of you.

Note: Hello ! It's my first story here and I wrote it for a friend of mine :)

I apologise for the errors, English is not my first language!

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It was the end of his patrol around the city and Peter decide to come to see you. You were not here for high school today and he was worried because you didn't tell him. Swinging to your house, he finally land on the edge of your window. You usually let your window open but like always, the gentleman he is, knocks the glass. He wait little seconds but you don't come to see him, hell your room was so dark that maybe you're not here tonight.

Peter: Weird...Maybe he's sleeping.

Peter slide open your window and carefully enter your bedroom. He takes off his mask but the light wasn't the best ,and with a beautiful move, Peter was now on his butt with a loud sound. The intention of not wake you up failed when you turned the light on. The both of you look at each other with shock before laughing.

Peter: Hey Love.

Y/N: Hi Pete.

Peter: Sorry, it was not my intention to wake you.

Y/N: Well I didn't know there were spider who are make you up, interesting.

Peter: Yeahn they're new especially in New York.

You two laugh again before you start coughing a lot. With a worried gaze, Peter rush to your side and start rubbing your back delicately. You calm down and immediately your boyfriend's hand went on your forehead.

Peter: Wow ! You're burning, lay down I'll go to make you some soup. 

Y/N: It's 2 am baby, don't worry I'm okay. Just come cuddle with me.

Peter: No you're not, so I'll make some soup and I'll come back.

Y/N: Yeah spidey.

Peter: I love you.

You send him back a "I love you" back and Peter went to your kitchen. You can't help it but smile at how cute he was, you're really lucky to have him. You lay down and slowly you're eyes become heavy before slowly falling asleep.

Peter come back a few minutes later with a cup of a hand made soup and a blanket. He see you sleeping and feel a little guilty about waking you but it was for your health. Peter come near you and pet you hair slowly but you don't move, he shakes his head with a little smile.

Peter: Love, I know sleep is really great but you must eat something. Please wake up.

He pocks your cheek and this time, with a groan, you're now awake. Peter flash you a grin and give you the cup for you to drink it. You didn't know that he knows cooking but it was really delicious and warm. After finished it, Peter take it and put it on your desk, he smile at you with adoration in his eyes. You wanted to smile but instead a cold air make you sneeze and for Peter it was the most adorable sounds you make.

Y/N: Sorry about that.

Peter: It was absolutely adorable.

Y/N: Pfff, you're tired Parker. It was not cute

Peter: It was.

Y/N: It wasn't.

Peter: Yeah it was and you can't change my mind. 

You rolled your eyes at your stubborn boyfriend and quietly laugh with him. You lay down on your bed again and Peter join you rapidly.

Y/N: You'll be sick too.

Peter: Don't care, let me take care of you and cuddle you. And don't worry my immune system is he best in the world. Your sickness can't win with Spiderman in front of her.

Y/N: Ah yes, I'm sorry, my boyfriend is the amazing Spiderman.

Peter arms were now around your body and your head were on the crock of his neck. You both stay in this relaxing position and you start falling asleep rapidly. Peter arms hugs you more and place small kisses on your hair and forehead, you lean your body completely on his and you kiss his neck.

Y/N: Thank you so much for this...I love you baby

Peter: No problem Love, you really got me worried when you didn't show up today and didn't respond to my messages.

Y/N: I'm sorry, I just sleep all day

Peter: Yeah and now sleep because you need it.

Y/N: Yes mom.

Both of you slightly laugh at your joke and rapidly, in the arms of each other, you fall asleep on your boyfriend.

Peter: Goodnight my love, get better soon.

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A few days later:

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Thank you so much for reading this, I really hope that you liked it! :)

Sorry again for my grammar errors, English is not my first language :)