peeping peter
yandere!peter parker x reader
peter decides that he's had enough waiting :)
tw // kidnapping, non-consensual picture taking, stalking, shitty friend activties, peter is a perv!
dark content ahead! 18+
โpeter! hey!โ you rush over, pushing past the many fast-paced new yorkers.
โ(y/n)!โ peter perks up, holding two coffees and a camera slung around his shoulder. the weather was frosty, people were preparing for an awful winter storm over the weekend, and you had promised to meet peter for coffee after work.
โahh, oh my gosh, thank you so much.โ you almost moan as the coffee warms you up.
โyou took your time getting here,โ he laughs, he takes his camera out to take pictures of bystanders before turning it to you. โpose, please.โ you freeze, coffee cup against your mouth. โperfect.โ he looks at it for a couple seconds before turning it to you.
you smile, โpeter parker, you are the only one capable of taking good pictures of me.โ he shrugs, but you see the embarrassment creep up his face. you walk together, catching each other up. both of you end up walking through a park. aside from the quiet clicking of peterโs camera and the chirps of the birds, there was a comfortable silence between the two of you. soon youโre both in front of your apartment.
โthanks for coming, (y/n).โ he smiles.
โit was nice catching up with you, pete.โ you hug peter and he blushes again. โwe should do this again sometime, once work settles down.โ you smile.
โiโll-iโll send you the pictures later.โ he turns away, putting his camera in his bag. you bite your cheek, stopping your laugh. the both of you part and the rest of your day progresses as normal.
at night, youโre awoken by a sound. something like clicking.
โitโs probably just some dumb kids.โ you assure yourself, rolling over. your eyes close, but you sit up after hearing the clicks once more. you sit up, annoyed. you look towards your window, contemplating yelling at whoeverโs on the roof, but see someone standing there. your eyes go wide, your breathing stops. their hands press against the glass of the window. the room turns cold and you canโt move. their hands start to, carefully slide open the window. right then, your body turns back on and you jump out of bed, sprinting to the door. you hear the window slam open and you start screaming. you get to the front door and unlock the deadbolts, but before you could open it. a hand slams against the door, cornering you. you face the door, shaking, too afraid to face the trespasser. their arms cage you against the door.
โ(y/n).โ the hairs on your neck stands as you hear the voice. โdo you know who i am?โ his voice was dark, almost teasing. you turn, careful not to brush against the arms trapping you.
โspiderman?โ you recognize the masked man. you let out a breath, slumping against the door. โspiderman, oh my gosh, i thought you were some pervert.โ you laugh nervously, ignoring the fact that the hero broke into your home after watching you from your window. he doesnโt respond, only using a hand to stroke your cheek. you frown, weirded out. โspiderman?โ
โi love you.โ your blood runs cold. you swallow.
โwhat- what are you talking about?โ spiderman chuckles. your body feels numb.
โiโve loved you for so long, but i was going to keep it inside you know?โ you try to move his arms, but he wouldnโt budge. โbut, i donโt think i can hold back anymore.โ you feel your throat close up, as your situation sets in. โthe pictures arenโt enough for me anymore.โ he shakes his head.
โp-pictures?โ you respond, meekly. he wraps a hand around your throat and slams you against your door, you feel the wind get knocked out of you. you start screaming, praying someone will hear, scratching and kicking wherever you can. spiderman doesnโt seem fazed by your panic.
he shushes you, โdonโt worry, (y/n), youโll be okay. just give in.โ his hand around your throat tightens. your vision goes dark as you start losing air. youโre fighting your body as it tries to give up. his grip tightens once more and you pass out.
when you wake up, your hands strapped to a bed. you try to look down and see that youโre wearing the same t-shirt and shorts you had slept in. sunlight streams in and you recognize the posters and clothing.
โpeter?โ you rasp, your throat sore. you start to remember everything that had happened before you lost consciousness. you close your eyes as tears start to well up.
โyouโre awake!โ you open your eyes and peterโs bright smile enters your view. โi didnโt know when youโd wake upโฆ i was worried i hadโฆโ he looks away. โbut everythingโs fine.โ he smiles and crouches down next to you. he places a glass of water on the nightstand next to you.
โpeterโฆ youโre spiderman?โ you choke out. he jumps up and helps you sit up, loosening the straps a little. he places the glass to your lips and you, gladly drink, spilling water on your t-shirt. he pulls the glass away once you had finished. you clear your throat. โwhy did you fucking KID-โ peter claps a hand over your mouth.
โiโm not hurting you, (y/n), i love you!โ peter pleads, but you only feel disgust. you most show it on your face, because peter stands, hurt. โiโll show you. iโll show you how much i love you.โ peter goes to the desk at the corner of the room and digs through his dresser. he pulls out a thick binder. he drops it onto your lap and signals you to move. youโre forced to shimmy to the side and he sits beside you, pressing himself to your side. he opens the binder and your eyes go wide. all of the pictures were of you. โiโve known you were the one since the moment we met. i saved every picture iโve taken of you.โ he smiles, laughing slightly. you look over at him, horrified. โlook, these are the ones i took of you the day we met.โ you look and realize that these are ones heโs taken of you at the park, but farther down were pictures of you in your home. he flips through and you see glimpses of pictures of you sleeping, getting dressed, taking a shower. you feel bile rise up your throat.
โhow could you, peter?โ tears are running down your face, โwe were friends, how could you DO THIS TO ME.โ you scream and peter slams the binder closed. you start screaming again, hoping his neighbors would hear, but peter stares at you. he gets up, shaking his head.
unimpressed, he rolls his eyes, โno one will hear you, (y/n), stop your tantrum.โ you sob and peter sighs. he grabs his binder and puts it back on his nightstand. โiโll be back later to give you something to eat.โ he opens the door, but pauses, โby the way, you donโt have to worry about working anymore.โ he smiles and shuts the door. you scream, sobbing. you can feel yourself get nauseous once more and you turn to the edge. you throw up, sobbing. you fall back, struggling against the binds. you give up once everything starts to hurt and cry yourself to sleep.
youโre woken up by peter picking you up. โsilly girl, crying so hard you throw up.โ he quietly chuckles. you keep your eyes closed, making a plan that once the door is open, you could startle him and escape. you smell the vomit on your shirt.
when peter opens the door, he whispers to you, โi know youโre awake, baby, donโt try anything stupid.โ you open your eyes, and he laughs. โiโm spiderman, (y/n). i know how your heartbeat sounds when youโre sleeping.โ you look away, scanning the home, you see the front door right next to the kitchen. he takes you into the bathroom. he puts you down onto your feet. โfeel free to leave your clothes at the door, i wonโt come in when youโre showering. iโll replace the old clothes with some new ones.โ he closes the door behind him, leaving you alone. you wait a couple of minutes before peeking outside, you see peter in the kitchen. he looks up and waves to you, smiling. you slam the door closed, panicking.
โspidermanโฆpeter isโฆspiderman.โ you feel the waves of nausea come back. โiโm fucked.โ you mutter to yourself. you canโt talk, breathe, or fucking piss without peter knowing. you want to throw up, scream, and sob all at the same time. you splash yourself with water from the sink and slap your cheeks with your hands. โget it together, (y/n). you gotta get out.โ you shake your head and strip down. you carefully open the door to toss your clothes out the door. you quickly close the door again and lock it. you shower quickly, not wanting to be naked and vulnerable for long. but as you were finishing up, you recognized the hair and skin products lined up on the sink. you feel your knees buckle and hold yourself steady on the counter. peter had been watching you for a long time, every single product in the bathroom were the exact products you used. every time you start to dissociate from your situation, youโre brought back to reality. you close your eyes tight, fighting back your tears. โi have to get out. thereโs no point in crying.โ peter knocks on the door, bringing you out of your thoughts.
โyour new clothes are out here, okay, (y/n)?โ peter doesnโt say anything more as he walks away. you peek your head out and snatch up the clothes before he turns to look at you. he gave you a pair of shorts and a t-shirt.
โwhat the hell?โ you wipe your eyes, confused. you open the door and call out for him. โpeter? w-whereโs the rest?โ
โrest? rest of what? i gave you my shorts and one of my t-shirts.โ he tilts his head, similar to a puppy. you bite back your disdain.
โlike a bra, or some underwear, i donโt know.โ you press your lips together.
โah,โ he pouts, โiโm sorry, (y/n), i didnโt think to grab your underwear. i have a couple around here, but they have to be washed.โ he smiles. โoh my god, heโs fucking crazy.โ your eyebrows raise, but you donโt say anything. you close the door and pull on peterโs clothing. you still feel vulnerable with the clothes on, you can smell peter on you. you brush your hair with your fingers, thinking about what to do next. โhe wonโt let me leave now, but if i go along with everything, with his insane delusions. heโll trust me. with his trust, iโll be more able to escape.โ you hum, realizing what youโll have to do. you open the door, uncomfortable in your new clothes. peter brightens when he sees you. โyou look beautiful!โ he looks at you with adoration, but your skin prickles at his leering. you donโt say anything, only sitting down at the table near his kitchen. he places a plate down and fills it up with food. โi made this for you. it took me a couple tries to get the recipe right, but i think itโs perfect now.โ he pushes a fork towards you. you pick it up and start eating, much to your dismay, it tasted good.
you swallow and clear your throat, โitโs- itโs good.โ you force a smile on your face. he sighs, seeming relieved.
โgood, good. iโll make this more often for you.โ he sits down across from you, stretching his legs out to knock against yours. you force yourself to not move. after a few minutes of silence, peter decides to talk, โare you feeling better?โ
you pause, โyeah-yes, iโm feeling a lot better. iโm-iโm thinking more clearly too.โ you look up at him, peterโs mouth twists into a smile. you put your fork down. โi-um. iโve thought a lot about your confession.โ he straightens, hearing your tone. peter stays silent, waiting for you to continue. โcan youโฆ can you show me the pictures again?โ peter presses his lips together, fighting back a grin. he immediately jumps up and runs to the bedroom. you look to the front door, maybe 30 feet away from you. you hold back, knowing better than running from spiderman so soon. you resolve to wait until he trusts you enough to leave you alone in the apartment. peter comes back, โhere.โ he places it down. you watch peter as you open the binder. you barely register the pictures, focused on keeping a neutral face.
โitโsโฆ nice.โ you spit out. peter smiles, softly, oblivious to your blatant lies.
โyou like the pictures now?โ he shines.
โye-yeah! iโm veryโฆflattered. iโve never had someone be soโฆ devoted to me.โ you force another smile. โiโm just s-so happy that youโve finally told me.โ
โiโm so glad youโve come around, (y/n).โ he gets up and gets you up. your eyes go wide.
โpeter, wait-โ peter picks you by the waist and plops you down on the table. you wince as your butt hits the table. โpeter, w-what are you doing?โ he cups your face in his hands.
โyou love me? you really, truly mean it?โ peter comes up close to you, your noses almost touching.
โi didnโt-โ you stop, seeing his face drop, and he moves away. โfuck. i need to do something.โ ย quickly thinking, you grab him by the face and pull him back. โi love you, peter. every picture, every dirty thought youโve ever had of me,โ you lean in close to his ear to whisper, โturns me on.โ you pull away, feeling disgusted with yourself. you feel tears streaming down you face, but peter seems to pay no mind. he swallows, one of his arms drop from your waist to your thighs. fear itches your skin as goosebumps rise all over your skin. you fight the urge to push peter away as his hand trail to your inner thigh.
โi love you, my angel.โ he rests his head in the crook of your neck, leaving small kisses along your shoulder. โiโll keep you safe, sweetheart. i-iโve had a lot of regrets, things i wish i couldโve changed. but with you, things will change. i will keep you safe.โ
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