Things non-comic fans get wrong about Peter Parker.
Several people who don't read the comics seem to get ideas about characters and how they act. It's fine when you're doing to characters you know about, but for characters you don't know about, not so much.
Please note: This post is not meant to gate keep anyone from comics, MCU or any other Marvel related products.
#1: He is ugly. This one is false for the most part. Look at the women he has dated, Liz Allan, Gwen, MJ, Black Cat, Carol Danvers and others.
#2: He is naive. This one is also false. Peter is optimistic. There is a difference. Peter himself recognizes that the world is a terrible place. However he thinks it can get better. That is the whole point of him not killing his enemies.
#3: He has to suffer to be relatable. No, just no. This one is false. He doesn't have to suffer to be relatable. He is relatable because he deals with relatable problems. He is nerdy, has to make ends meet, etc. That is how he was relatable. Not suffering. And certainly not whatever the f#ck is going on in the current run.
#4: He is hated by other heroes. This one mainly stems from the Superior Spider-Man comic arc, but is still blatantly wrong. He has several friends in the comics, such as: Daredevil, Deadpool (to an extent) Wolverine, Luke Cage, Johnny Storm, Cloak and Dagger, and several others.
#5: He is not respected by the other heroes. This was also caused by Superior Spider-Man. However several people respect him. Mr. Fantastic and Iron Man respect him for his intelligence. Captain America calls him on of the greatest men he's ever known. Thor says (in a complimentary way) that he was the most mortal man he knew. T'Challa let him eat a Heart-Shaped Herb. Hulk was one of the few people who knew Peter's identity after OMD.
#6: He was a teenager for most of his publication history. The first ever Spider-Man comic was published in August 1962 in Amazing Fantasy #15. He he graduated and became an adult on June 8, 1965 in The Amazing Spider-Man Volume 1 #28.
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Only For Emergencies! (carol danvers/ofc)
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warnings: smut, oral (female receiving), use of strap; noncon if you squint; dom-carol, sub-reader
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“You promised to only use the beacon if you needed me! It’s for emergencies only!” Carol was stunning when she was pissed, brown eyes raking over me, cheeks tinged pink. “I rushed over here, shit-scared that something had happened to you, and you’re just sitting there smirking? You’re impossible!”
I giggled, but that only seemed to stoke the flames. “If you’re so mad at me, why are you taking off your clothes?”
She pulled at her vest, opening it from some hidden seam, the shirt underneath clinging to her body. “The punishment should fit the crime,” Carol snapped, loosening her belt. “You drag all the way across the universe because you’re horny? Are you kidding me?”
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“Yeah, because sex with you is such a punishment and not exactly what I wanted from space-crossing booty-call.” I sat completely naked on the edge of the bed, only slightly tipsy from the champagne.
“You should shut your mouth, you’re in enough trouble.” Her jaw tightened, but there was just a hint of amusement in her voice.
I pouted, “what are you going to do about it?”
She was in front of me in a second, her hand gripping my face, forcing me to meet her gaze as she ran a thumb across my bottom lip. For a moment the realisation that I had messed up washed over me, mixing with the alcohol and the heat already coiled in my gut, but I wasn’t about to give in. Leaning down, Carol’s face drew nearer to mine, and in error my eyes fluttered shut, expecting a kiss, but when her lips drew closer to my ear, my breath caught in my throat.
“I am going to teach you a lesson,” she whispered, a teasing quality to her voice, before pushing me hard so I fell backwards onto the bed.
There was no preamble. The bed didn’t dip like it would have if Carol had crawled on top of me, no kisses or caresses to start. Instead she grabbed hold of me and yanked me down the bed until I was laying back, my knees bent over the edge and legs dangling while she settled between my thighs. Normally she would start slowly, licking and biting up my thigh until she reached the apex and then just to tease me she would do the same on my other thigh until I was begging for it, but today her mouth was immediately on my sex, and I groaned, her tongue licking up the center before swirling around my clit. I didn’t need the foreplay to get me ready today, because I’d spent the thirty minutes it had taken her to arrive lazily warming myself up until I was wet and desperate for her. Strong hands gripped my thighs as she feasted, the pleasure quickly building and fogging up my mind.
Yes, I thought, triumphant, this is exactly what I wanted.
A moan tore from my lips, and I rolled my hips against her mouth, only for her to pin me down with one hand to stop me moving. My breathing grew heavy and I tried to break free of her hold, but it was no use, she was too strong. Never before had she drawn me over so quickly, normally preferring to make the experience last as long as possible, but between her anger and having edged for thirty minutes, I didn’t last long under her tongue, the pleasure overtaking me, like a tightly wound spring that had been released.
I lay back staring at the ceiling, my chest rising and falling, heart pounding. After a moment, I looked down at Carol, my gaze managing to come into focus enough that I noticed the mischievous grin across her face.
“Come,” I said, trying to pull her up onto the bed so I could touch her, but she easily dislodged from my hold, shaking her head.
Her mouth was lowering again.
“What are you doing-?” I tried to ask but my own squeal interrupted me as she began again. “Carol, I’m too sensitive,” I sucked on my bottom lip as her teeth nipped at me, but she didn’t stop despite my protests. I tried to gain some purchase, feet scrambling against the floor, some leverage to get her mouth off of my oversensitive clit, to get some control of this situation, but how could I fight off one of the strongest people in the universe?
I knew what she wanted. She wanted me to admit that I was wrong, that I didn’t know what I was asking for when I called her like that, but I couldn’t.
After a moment, the pain of it melted into pleasure. Why was I fighting? Fuck, she knows exactly how I like it. My second orgasm of the night crashed into me.
And still she did not stop.
“Please,” I begged. For a second I swore I could feel the vibrations of a laugh coming from her. “It’s your turn. Please, Carol.”
She was relentless, forcing me to lay there despite how I wanted to thrash about. Over and over again she worked her mouth on me, before circling my entrance with a fingertip, taking enjoyment from seeing me squirm. I could feel a long finger pressing into me, back arching, head thrown back in anguished indulgence. Orgasm after orgasm. Each time the period of overstimulation was longer than the last and the pleasure more and more overwhelming. A second finger joined the first and I actually whined.
“Fine,” I snapped, tears in my eyes, “I’m sorry.”
Carol froze, her face slowly raising, but that darkness hadn’t faded from her eyes despite my apology.
As easily as if I weighed nothing, she flipped me over on the bed, the bulge of the strap pressing into my ass. When had she had time to get that on?
“Apology not accepted,” she said simply, and edged inside of me.
“Fuck,” I groan into the mattress as she filled me.
After what felt like an age she bottomed out, and in a moment of infinite mercy, allowed me a few seconds to adjust to the stretch.
“Do you know what I thought when I got that notification?” She said, her voice quiet and commanding of attention.
“N-no,” I stammered.
The strap slowly pulled back until it was almost out and she paused.
“I thought you were dead. Or on the edge of it.”
She thrusted back in hard, and I yelped.
“Don’t- ever- do- that- again.” Each word was punctuated as she rocked her hips against me.
“I’m sorry,” I nodded into the bed, gripping the sheets for stability.
Hands slid up my hips, around my middle, pulling me up and against her while she moved in me.
“What did you say?” Carol asked, hot breath in my ear.
“I’m sorry!” I repeated. “I won’t do it again, I’m sorry Carol. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”
She laughed, the sound sending shivers along the nape of my neck. “We’ll get you a different beacon for when you’re needy.”
Hot wet kisses on my neck and shoulder as she kept up the brutal pace, drawing another orgasm from me as I dripped down my legs. Carol held me tight against her while I shuddered, one hand holding me up, and the other cupping my breast, a thumb grazing my hardened nipple. After the pleasure subsided, I braced waiting for her to begin again, but instead she slid out of me, guiding me onto the bed and pressing a kiss to my lips.
“I think you’ve learned your lesson,” she laughed, the brightness that I loved returning to her voice. “Rest a moment, love. Are you okay? It wasn’t too much?”
“I’m wonderful,” I confirmed with a sigh.
“Good, good,” she kissed my temple, cuddling me, “because in a few minutes I’ll be putting something in your mouth and I want you to show me how much you enjoy it.”
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