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.
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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."
