For the blurb event can we have a blurb or headcanon of yandere peter please?
"Yandere!Peter Parker" NSFW
He didn't mean to get obsessed, he truly didn't. This is Peter we're talking about, he's a good guy… the best, actually.
He just needs to convince you of that.
It started innocently enough, with him searching your name in social media. He was just curious.
Soon he found himself checking your account way too often. Even if you didn't post anything, he would just click on his favorite selfie of yours, just to see your smile on his screen.
But it was your mind what was making him fall. And fast.
You were just so brilliant and creative and talented and funny and sweet and just perfect and-oh boy. He was in trouble, wasn't he?
But even then he had it more or less under control… until he found your secret fan account on Tumblr.
That was where it all went down, reading all those fics you liked and reblogged, all those things you wanted Spider-Man to do to you.
He would compulsively check your blog, eager to see if you had written anything new, if you had read anything new.
The nights were the worst, and the best, when he would get distracted during patrol, his suit too tight, his skin too hot, scrolling down the smuts you seemed to be devouring.
He could only picture you breathless, doing the same thing he was doing in that dark alley he had been forced to hide to get some relief.
He could see it perfectly, you, in your bed, on your back, hair messy on your pillow, lips swollen and parted open, flushed face illuminated by the blue light of you small cellphone screen, had moving underneath the covers, inside your sleeping shorts, underwear tugged to the side as your fingers-
Fuck! The mess on his suit was gonna be damn hard to clean.
After that, checking your media wasn't enough. Why did you had to live so far away from NYC??
He had to get close to you somehow, he had to talk to you...
But he was not stupid, after that that little stunt Quentin Beck had pulled, he knew he couldn't be like "Hi, there, I'm Peter Parker, I see you're a fan"
Would you even believe him? I mean he could prove it was him but… if anything were to go wrong… his reputation was already fragile, if word got out he was being inappropriate to a fan…
And he hoped to god things would get inappropriate.
So he made himself a fake account, and sent a message, heart hammering inside his chest.
But you were so friendly and nice, he really had no reason to fear.
You, on the other hand,had every reason.
Because with Edith's help, he had managed to hack into your every device, watching you through the cam in your laptop, your TV, even the security cameras around your neighbourhood.
But his favorite one was your phone camera, especially when you took your phone into the bathroom to play music while you showered.
He loved those stolen moments watching the bubbles fall from your hair down your shoulders, caressing the curve of your breasts, sliding down your ribcage, your stomach, lower and lower down the valley below your belly button, to that gorgeous, sacred place between your legs.
He loved everything about your body, the shape of you alone was pure temptation. But god how he loves your pussy.
He would find himself zooming in, wishing you would open your pretty legs and give him a better view. He would daydream about being on his knees in front of you, kissing you clit, sucking the water droplets off your skin, until he could feel you get wet for entirely different reasons.
He would then slip one finger in, slowly, so slowly. And it will side in oh so easily, your pussy welcoming him, sucking him in. All tight, and silky heat, and you would throw your head back in pleasure, as he started to move his finger in and out, in and out, adding another finger just to hear you cry out. Toying with you until your shaking legs could no longer support your weight, until the water ran cold.
If he somehow managed to get hold of an old nude of yours, he would touch himself to it every single night. If he didn't, he would touch himself to his favorite selfie, imagining your lips around him, teary eyed as you choked on his cock.
But eventually you would ask for his instagram, or to video chat. It was only natural after talking to your best friend online for MONTHS. Only problem was… he had told you he was a girl.
That's when he had been forced to ask MJ for help. After all, it was better and far more convincing to give you a real person's profile, that had been around for years, rather than opening another false account. MJ, of course unaware of his obsession, had said yes, giving him her password right away, smirking and calling him a loser for not daring to talk to you as himself.
That had been enough for you, convinced you had found the best friend ever online. She just got you.
But nothing was enough for Peter at this point. He had to see you in the flesh, he had to meet you, touch you, hold you. He had to tell you the truth.
But how? He had lied to you for so long, you were gonna be so mad at him! And if you wanted nothing to do with him after that… it would break him. He just knew it.
So he started planning. Everything had to be perfect. He would sent you gifs, little surprises. Enough to put a smile on your face everytime you thought of him, but not too romantic or expensive to make you suspicious.
A few weeks later, he was booking a nice hotel room, were he would treat you to the most perfect candlelit dinner, ply you with champagne and strawberries. His princess deserved nothing less.
He bought a necklace, a little charm engraved with the letter P, and the words "forever yours" at the back.
He would kiss the back of your neck as he helped you put it on, snaking an arm around your waist, pulling you close, until he could feel you flush against him.
He would keep on kissing you, never stopping, not for a second, as he made love to you on a plush bed, surrounded by rose petals.
Or maybe, if you squirmed too much, he would draw complex patterns on your skin, with his webs. Wrapping you up like a present, just for him, face against the pillows, ass up in the air as he thrusted into you from behind, ruthlessly making you come on his cock over and over again, until you forgot everything about your anger, or your reluctance.
Until you understood you belonged with him.
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