[Spoilers for Marvel's Spider-Man, if you haven't finished it.]
« « « OUT OF CLUTTER FIND SIMPLICITY
[Nothing worse can happen, he thinks before waking up in this place, than what has already happened. New York was safe again, but the cost — well. Peter was already trying to breathe through what happened in the days after Otto's arrest. And then suddenly, a flurry of — of doors. Being bathed, being healed (and boy did he have some doozies), and then being essentially shoved out into this fucked-up world with nothing to his name but a gown they give him until his spidey-suit is processed and returned. The Down is ugly and muggy and reminds him of the most neglected subsections of NYC.
He stands in the rain, in his sad little gown, looking completely lost despite the little slip of paper that shows the address of said motel. Usually it's no big deal; he even still gets lost in New York, from time to time.
He's just also kind of mentally and emotionally lost, too.]
» » » LIES TRAVEL IN COMPANY
[Deep breath. One. Two. Three. Holy shit.
Peter always knew there was potential for world-jumping — other universes, branches of yourself or outright different places altogether. You can't be a scientist with radioactive powers who swings around in a spider-themed costume and not think about the potential for butterfly effects or timetravel or anything absolutely wild. But if you told him he'd end up in some perverse world where an entire half of the people are treated like garbage, he'd say 'ha, funny, I didn't know you read so much YA lit'.
But here he is, standing on a train that's full of kneeling people.
A fella with slicked hair and an irritated look tells him to get on his knees, he doesn't want to have to look over him to see through the window. Peter's from New York City and just stares like he's lost his mind.]
... No thanks?
[Like, sure, he got the memo he's submissive. But did he keep the memo? Nope. This guy looks ready to throw hands, and Peter just watches the guys blood pressure go up with a harmless sort of confusion; he's Spider-Man on the downlow, punches from normal joes aren't anything to worry about, you know?
Surely this will work out just fine.]
« « « A. WAIST. OF. LEEWAYS. | Room C
Are you serious right now? C'mon.
[Okay, fine. He's blushing at all the kinky stuff hanging around in here.
He's 23-years-old and definitely not a blushing virgin, but what in the holy hell is wrong with these people? Or this place? This is insane. He sits down on the bed and folds his arms, huffing. You're not gonna get him, city. He's not gonna be a part of your weird 50 Shades Darker thing. He's gonna use a ball gag to play catch. He's gonna use a whip for his Indiana Jones Halloween costume. This bed would be a great place for a harmless nap.]
» » » THE KEY TO HEARTS
[Okay, so. Invitation to something that probably has a catch.
... But he's starved, and he's low on income, and he wants to eat the entire food bar. So that's exactly what he's gonna do. He's gonna just linger over by the food and can be found making multiple passes through the whole thing, whole plates, no mercy. Sorry if you're trying to talk to him while he's got a whole bread roll in his fucking maw.]
Peter Parker | Marvel's Spider-Man | Submissive(-Man)
« « « OUT OF CLUTTER FIND SIMPLICITY
[Nothing worse can happen, he thinks before waking up in this place, than what has already happened. New York was safe again, but the cost — well. Peter was already trying to breathe through what happened in the days after Otto's arrest. And then suddenly, a flurry of — of doors. Being bathed, being healed (and boy did he have some doozies), and then being essentially shoved out into this fucked-up world with nothing to his name but a gown they give him until his spidey-suit is processed and returned. The Down is ugly and muggy and reminds him of the most neglected subsections of NYC.
He stands in the rain, in his sad little gown, looking completely lost despite the little slip of paper that shows the address of said motel. Usually it's no big deal; he even still gets lost in New York, from time to time.
He's just also kind of mentally and emotionally lost, too.]
» » » LIES TRAVEL IN COMPANY
[Deep breath. One. Two. Three. Holy shit.
Peter always knew there was potential for world-jumping — other universes, branches of yourself or outright different places altogether. You can't be a scientist with radioactive powers who swings around in a spider-themed costume and not think about the potential for butterfly effects or timetravel or anything absolutely wild. But if you told him he'd end up in some perverse world where an entire half of the people are treated like garbage, he'd say 'ha, funny, I didn't know you read so much YA lit'.
But here he is, standing on a train that's full of kneeling people.
A fella with slicked hair and an irritated look tells him to get on his knees, he doesn't want to have to look over him to see through the window. Peter's from New York City and just stares like he's lost his mind.]
... No thanks?
[Like, sure, he got the memo he's submissive. But did he keep the memo? Nope. This guy looks ready to throw hands, and Peter just watches the guys blood pressure go up with a harmless sort of confusion; he's Spider-Man on the downlow, punches from normal joes aren't anything to worry about, you know?
Surely this will work out just fine.]
« « « A. WAIST. OF. LEEWAYS. | Room C
Are you serious right now? C'mon.
[Okay, fine. He's blushing at all the kinky stuff hanging around in here.
He's 23-years-old and definitely not a blushing virgin, but what in the holy hell is wrong with these people? Or this place? This is insane. He sits down on the bed and folds his arms, huffing. You're not gonna get him, city. He's not gonna be a part of your weird 50 Shades Darker thing. He's gonna use a ball gag to play catch. He's gonna use a whip for his Indiana Jones Halloween costume. This bed would be a great place for a harmless nap.]
» » » THE KEY TO HEARTS
[Okay, so. Invitation to something that probably has a catch.
... But he's starved, and he's low on income, and he wants to eat the entire food bar. So that's exactly what he's gonna do. He's gonna just linger over by the food and can be found making multiple passes through the whole thing, whole plates, no mercy. Sorry if you're trying to talk to him while he's got a whole bread roll in his fucking maw.]