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maximumqueer · 3 months ago

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Ya know, realistically, the majority of superheroes/vigilantes would probably be ACAB. Especially the more street level ones. Frankly, the only reason they express any pro-cop sentiment is because their IPs are owned by major corporations that are implicitly (or explicitly) pro-cop.

Like, you mean to tell that characters who willingly dress up in spandex and kevlar and go around stopping crimes outside the jurisdiction of the law like cops??? If they did they would BE cops themselves.

I'll use Spider-Man as an example because he's the comic book character I'm most familiar with (and the one I've been hyper-fixating on recently). Peter learns very early on the whole power and responsibility thing. And that is a large driving factor in his vigilantism. He believes that it is his moral obligation to help people because of the power he has. But, if he truly believed that the police force was effective and useful, he either would have joined the force the second he was old enough too - believing that to be the most 'responsible' way to use his great power - or would focus only on the super villains that the cops can't handle. But neither of those scenarios take place. Peter still operates outside the law, and still deals with would-be muggings, murders, assaults etc. Now, from a meta perspective being a superhero/vigilante is far more interesting than being a police officer, but the in-story connotation is that Peter (and vigilantes like him) at minimum do not believe that the police are competent enough to handle even street level crimes. Or just completely distrust them. Yes, Peter becoming Spider-Man is a result of his uncles death and the lesson that imparted on him. But Peter still chose to operate outside the law. Chose vigilantism as his path rather than law enforcement. And so do the majority of heroes/vigilantes like him.

It's why I - in general - prefer reading fanfic of comic characters as opposed to the actual canon, becasue at least there the author can actually write the vigilantes as vigilantes, and explore what it actually means to work outside the law, and all the complicated nuances that come with it instead of just being all "golly-gee the boys in blue sure are swell!"

#it is just so frustrating sometimes reading comic after comic #that depicts fucking VIGILANTES as pro-cop #like what are we doing here?#its one thing if they feel forced to occasionally cooperate with cops becasue they have a no kill code #and don't just want to let a would be murderer go #and don't have a (current) better alternative than turning them in to said cops #but it's another thing entirely to have them actively PRAISE cops and seek out working with them #it's just so frustrating #let them hate cops!#marvel #marvel comics #spider-man #peter parker

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mintyys-blog · 3 months ago

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cop! dark! peter parker x reader: corruption

WARNINGS: stalking, harassment, SMUT, DUBCON(?)

MINORS DNI

The night was suffocating, the kind of thick silence that made the city feel like a shadow, lingering just behind the hum of streetlights and the occasional passing car. It was the kind of night Peter Parker thrived in. Dressed in his police uniform, the weight of his badge felt like a burden, but he wore it like a crown. He had always been good at hiding behind his calm demeanor, a façade of order and duty, even if it wasn’t who he was on the inside.

Peter was a cop, but the law never felt like it was something he owed allegiance to. Not anymore. There were rules, yes, but there were also things that could be bent, broken, and distorted. And he had no qualms about bending the lines that stood in his way.

Tonight, however, it wasn’t the criminals that would draw him in. It wasn’t the petty thieves, the drug dealers, or the thugs in the alleys. It was you.

You were a face he had seen too many times. Your innocent, doe-eyed gaze, the way you carried yourself like someone who had never done anything wrong in your life. You were the antithesis of everything Peter had become. And for reasons he couldn’t fully understand, it made you dangerous to him. You were pure, and that’s exactly what made him want to ruin you.

The first time Peter saw you, you had been standing outside a coffee shop late at night, eyes lost in the reflection of the windows. You looked out of place in this part of the city, like you didn’t belong in the gritty streets where he patrolled. Your innocence radiated, and something inside him twisted. He didn’t want to admit it, but you felt like a challenge, something to break.

A few nights later, he saw you again, walking alone, and this time, he followed you. Not like the law-abiding cop he was supposed to be, but like a predator watching its prey. He kept a safe distance, only getting close enough to observe, his breath shallow and his pulse erratic. When you disappeared into an alley, he made his move.

His footsteps echoed in the empty street as he turned the corner, just as you were about to enter the dim light of the alley. Without thinking, he grabbed your wrist.

You gasped, spinning around in shock. The fear was immediate in your eyes, but there was something else too—something he recognized. You were strong. You didn’t just cower. You didn’t give in to him like the others did.

“Hey!” you shouted, struggling against his grip, your heart pounding as you tried to wrench your arm free. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

Peter smirked, his grip tightening ever so slightly. His thumb brushed against your skin, and he could feel your pulse, erratic like his. The thrill of having you so close, of having the upper hand, made him dizzy. “I think you’re in the wrong place, sweetheart,” he said, his voice low, dangerous.

You frowned, shaking your head, trying to step back. “I’ll scream.”

“You can scream all you want,” he replied, his tone almost playful, “but no one will hear you down here.”

His words sent a chill down your spine, but it wasn’t just fear that gripped you. You felt something else—a strange attraction, a sick curiosity that you couldn’t push away. There was darkness in him, and for some reason, it called to you.

He released your wrist slowly, watching you carefully. You didn’t run, though. You stood your ground, defiance in your eyes.

“Why are you following me?” you asked, trying to sound brave, but your voice wavered.

Peter stepped closer, and for a moment, you thought he might lunge at you, but instead, he whispered, “I’m not following you. Not exactly. But I think you’ll find I’m the only person who truly understands you.”

His words were haunting, like they burrowed deep into your soul. They made no sense, yet somehow, they rang true. There was a pull between the two of you, something that neither of you could ignore.

The days that followed were a blur. Peter kept an eye on you, not in an overt way, but enough that you noticed. He’d show up at the same places you did, as if by coincidence. He’d be there when you needed help, always just a little too close, always just a little too helpful.

And yet, there was always a darkness beneath the surface. He knew things about you that no one else did. He made you feel like you couldn’t escape him, even if you wanted to.

It wasn’t long before you found yourself drawn to him. The way he looked at you—like you were something to be controlled, something to be owned. The power in his gaze was intoxicating, and you couldn’t help but fall for it, fall for him. The more you tried to pull away, the stronger his grip on you became.

But it wasn’t love, not really. It was something darker. Something he had crafted in his mind, something he fed on. He had become your obsession, and you… you were his perfect canvas.

Peter Parker was corrupted. He had always been corrupt, deep down. It was just a matter of how far he would go to see the world burn, and how much of you he would destroy before the fire consumed you both.

One night, as the tension between the two of you grew unbearable, you found yourself alone in your apartment, the quiet oppressive. You were trying to convince yourself that you could break free, that you didn’t need him. But the knock on the door interrupted your thoughts, and when you opened it, there he stood, smirking, his eyes filled with something you couldn’t quite place.

“You’re not running, are you?” Peter’s voice was low, teasing.

You stepped aside, letting him in, though you knew it was a mistake. You had already fallen too far, and you knew he had no intention of letting you go.

His hands were on you before you could say anything. His touch was firm, demanding, and you couldn’t bring yourself to fight him. Not anymore.

“You’ve been mine from the start,” Peter whispered as he pushed you against the wall, his lips brushing against your ear. “You just didn’t know it.”

And in that moment, you realized he was right. You were his. Whether you wanted to be or not.

The darkness had already swallowed you whole, and Peter Parker was its king.

Peter didn’t stop there. He never stopped. The more he got to know you, the more he manipulated, twisted you into something he could control. His grip on your life became tighter, until the only thing you knew was him. His presence. His darkness.

And you couldn’t leave.

You didn’t want to.

In this world, you were nothing but a reflection of him—corrupted, broken, and lost. But so was he. And somehow, that made you both perfect for each other.

The apartment was suffocating. The air thick with tension, swirling around them, crackling with an intensity neither could escape. Peter had always known how to control the room, how to pull the strings, but tonight… tonight was different. He could sense the vulnerability in you, the way your eyes flitted to the door, to the window, as though contemplating escape. But something in your gaze stopped you every time, something in the way he stood there, leaning casually against the doorframe, made you stay.

“You’re thinking about running,” Peter muttered, his voice low and dark, a note of amusement threading through the words. His eyes never left you, studying every flicker of emotion on your face. “But you know better, don’t you?”

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. The thought of leaving had crossed your mind, but it felt… wrong. There was no place outside this apartment where you could exist in peace. No way to escape him.

“You know,” Peter continued, stepping forward slowly, the quiet creak of his boots on the hardwood floor almost deliberate, “I’ve been watching you for so long, waiting for you to finally break. I knew you were hiding something… hiding from me. But I’m here now. And you don’t get to hide anymore.”

His hand brushed against your cheek, the lightest of touches, but it felt as though a spark had ignited between you both. A crackling energy that neither of you could deny.

You didn’t pull away. You couldn’t.

Peter smirked, the edge of his lips curling upward as his fingers trailed down the side of your neck. His touch was careful, almost too careful, like he was savoring every second of this power over you.

“I think you’ve wanted this all along,” he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. “I think you’ve wanted me to break you. To pull you apart piece by piece.”

You shivered, his words sinking into your chest like a weight, heavy and undeniable. Your heart thudded harder in your chest as his lips brushed against your ear, his voice dropping lower. ��You don’t want to fight this anymore, do you?”

He was right. You didn’t. You had tried, you really had. But there was something magnetic about him, something dangerous that you couldn’t resist. The fear in you mixed with a twisted sense of desire, and you knew you couldn’t run. Not from him. Not anymore.

Peter’s hand found the small of your back, pulling you closer, his chest pressing against yours. His eyes were dark, so full of something you couldn’t name, but it made your blood run hot. “You’re mine, you know that?” His voice was a soft rasp now, a demand buried beneath the surface. “You always have been.”

You couldn’t stop yourself from reaching up, your hand trembling slightly as you cupped his face, dragging him toward you. His lips met yours, harsh at first, bruising with a need that both terrified and thrilled you. He kissed you like he was starving, like he had waited an eternity to taste you, to make you his in every way.

And you let him. You let him take control, let him strip away every ounce of resistance you had left. You had been running from this for so long, but now, in the heat of the moment, you gave in. All of it.

His hands moved with an urgency that made your head spin, tearing away the barriers between you both. The kiss deepened, and suddenly, the room felt too small, too suffocating. But you didn’t want to leave. Not when his touch was so insistent, so consuming.

Peter pulled away for a brief second, his lips hovering over yours, his breath ragged. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you let go,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, sending a shiver down your spine.

Before you could respond, he kissed you again, this time with more desperation, more hunger. His hands gripped your waist, pulling you closer, if that was even possible. Your body responded instinctively, leaning into him, surrendering completely to the pull between you both. His hands gripped your body, like he was afraid of losing you, his thrusts into your soaking pussy filling the small apartment. He whispered sweet nothings in your ear, he kisses away the tears spilling from your clouded eyes. You haven’t even realized you were crying until he said, “don’t cry baby, I’ll take care of you”

His fingers played with your clit, arching your back you came around him again. It was like your body was there and your mind wasn’t. You tried to think of something else, besides him, besides the undeniable pleasure you felt.

He must have noticed, grabbing your face to look at him, “look at me sweetheart, I wanna see those pretty eyes of yours—” you were tempted to close them, just to spite him but you knew better then to piss him off. Despite everything, you found yourself cumming again and again. How many times now? Four? Five? Six?

It was hard to measure time, your sweaty bodies pressed against each other. Since when did you switch positions? You hadn’t even noticed when he manoeuvred you to ride him, his hips thrusting up inside you.

It felt natural like this, your body was shaking. There was no going back now. And for the first time since you had met him, you didn’t want to.

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