Made For Each Other (Spider-Man: The Animated Series) (Patreon)

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Themes: Rough Sex, Bondage, Dom/Sub  

Summary: Rather than going to Dr. Connors, Peter finds himself at the Xavier Institute, where Professor X is able to inform him that he's having troubles with the symbiote because he's currently starving it. Now knowing how to make things right, Peter ends up running into Rogue on his way out... only for them both to realize that her touch doesn't actually affect the symbiote's biology. With it acting like a living condom between them, they can fuck. And Rogue is a kinky little minx... 

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He’s not really looking where he’s going when he runs into her, so at the end of the day, it’s mostly his fault. But then, considering that he was still reeling from all he’d learned, it was fair to say that Peter was a fair bit distracted when he came around the bend and collided face first with another person. After all the revelations of the day, some allowances could be made, really.

All in all, Peter Parker was glad that he’d come here, to the Xavier Institute, and consulted with Professor X rather than some of the other experts that he’d been considering talking to about what was going on with him. Only now did he truly realize that he’d needed a telepath to get to the root of the matter, and to make things okay again. He could only imagine how much worse it could have gotten without Professor X’s insights, as well as the mental bond that the telepath had been able to open up between Peter and the… the symbiote.

Because that was what it was, and Peter understood that now. His new costume, which had effectively snuck into his room and bonded with him while he slept, was an alien being, likely from another planet. It was unable to survive without a host though, and it had sought out the strongest, healthiest host nearby. That, of course, was Peter.

But even as healthy and strong as he was thanks to the powers that that radioactive spider bite had given him, Peter wasn’t exactly used to eating for two. And really, at the end of the day, that was the whole problem. As silly as it seemed, as worried as Peter had been… that was all the symbiote needed more of. Food. Peter had been accidentally starving the poor thing by just eating his usual amounts and not allowing for the fact that he was now bonded with an alien creature.

But then, to be fair, he hadn’t known. Still, all in all, this was good. All of it was good. Thanks to Professor X, he now knew that he needed to eat more. Also, thanks to Professor X, he and the symbiote could now interact mentally. While he didn’t exactly hear a voice or anything like that, he did get sensations and feelings from the symbiote. Right now, it was a whole lot of hunger. 

Which was why Peter had been heading to the Xavier Institute’s kitchens when he rounded a bend and ran face first into a beautiful, busty woman. Their noses collide somewhat painfully, and they both end up falling on their asses with groans. The woman, who Peter is quick to recognize as Rogue of the X-Men, was holding a plate with a sandwich on it when they ran into each other.

The plate shatters, a lost cause, and before Peter can even really process what’s happening, the symbiote is lunging out of him and consuming the sandwich in an instant. The sensation of satisfaction, temporary and short-lived as it will be, resonates from the symbiote, even as Peter face palms and then groans at the slight pain that smacking his already smacked nose causes.

“A-Ah, sorry, here let me help you up…”

At the same time that Peter is trying to salvage the situation, Rogue is positively freaking out. Her accent, a thick southern drawl, makes him have to focus more on her words, even as she speaks.

“Sorry! Sorry, I touched you! Are you alright? Are you okay?”

They end up getting to their feet at the same time, with Peter blinking and Rogue still panicking. That was right, he knew about that, didn’t he? Rogue was… her mutation was a pretty nasty bit of Absorption. In that, she tended to absorb basically everything from anyone she touched. Life force if they were just normal, and powers if they had powers.

But he felt fine. He makes sure to tell her as much.

“Hey, it’s alright. I’m just fine, Rogue. My nose is a little sore, but I’m alright.”

Rogue stops and just stares at him for a long moment. She really is gorgeous, rocking a bombshell of a body, and a luscious amount of hair, half white, half brown. Her lips are full and red and pouty, and she stares at him in confusion, before once again speaking in her southern drawl.

“But… I’m sure that I hit you. We touched… and you didn’t feel anything? Even a single touch drains…”

Peter furrows his brow at that, but ultimately shrugs his shoulders.

“Nope. I’m fine… but hey, um… this is embarrassing, I think I ruined your lunch. Care to let me make you another sandwich?”

Blinking dumbly, Rogue looks down at the shattered plate at their feet… and the complete lack of a sandwich. Even more confused now, but also looking somewhat interested, the buxom, beautiful mutant ultimately nods.

“Sure…”

The kitchens of the Xavier Institute are just around the corner, so Peter heads inside with Rogue on his tail, and sets about making some food. He throws together whatever the symbiote signals will be good, while at the same time having Rogue tell him what she wants on HER sandwich. The entire while, Rogue is watching him, until eventually, all the food is ready. She eyes his heaping plate with some suspicion, but Peter just starts eating, prompting her to do the same with her freshly made sandwich.

Of course, now that they’ve reached an understanding, the symbiote is a little impatient, and two mouths are better than one. Rogue doesn’t notice the first couple of times, but she does notice the third, startling and rearing back, eyes wide and nostrils flaring.

“What the heck was that?!”

Peter winces, but in the end, what did he expect? He brought this on himself. Sending a mental signal to the symbiote, he steps back away from the table, and lets it flow over him, creating his Spider-Man suit, but of course in all black.

“Sorry, should have introduced myself earlier, I guess. I’m Peter Parker… but also Spider-Man. Uh, at your service.”

Rogue stares, gobsmacked for a moment, so Peter steps up again. His mask flows away but the rest of him stays dressed in the clinging black suit, even as he gets back to eating, watching Rogue carefully to see how she’s doing processing this information. When she finally comes around, he’s surprised by her reaction.

“Can… can I touch you?”

Peter blinks at that and furrows his brow.

“Uh… no? Sorry, but I know how your power works. Doesn’t seem like a good idea.”

“But that’s just it! It didn’t work earlier! We hit each other right in the face, and you didn’t feel a thing! Why is that? What’s up with the black suit? I have to know!”

Well shit, now Peter’s scientific mind is rearing its ugly head as well. Letting out a sigh, he eventually nods. Rogue takes off a glove, and trembling, carefully touches her fingers to his cheek. He’s expecting something, she’s expecting something… but nothing happens. Rogue slides her entire palm across his cheek, and while Peter can feel it… still nothing happens.

Snatching her hand back all the same as if burned, Rogue stares at him with wide eyes as Peter stares back at her, just as flabbergasted. Something is happening here, something strange… and after a moment, Peter gets an answer… from the symbiote. Blinking dumbly, he looks down and then back up at Rogue.

“Ah… uh, so basically, I’m wearing an alien organism right now. Or more accurately, he’s bonded with me. And I guess… your power doesn’t work on him?”

Rogue’s pretty mouth opens and closes a few times, before she suddenly stands up and reaches out, grabbing him by the hand.

“Please, come with me!”

Peter yelps as he’s pulled along, while behind him, tendrils of the Symbiote lash out to consume both the rest of the food he’d prepared, as well as the uneaten half of Rogue’s sandwich.

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Running his hands along exposed, nubile flesh, caressing the beautiful, gorgeous woman beneath him, Peter is left wondering how exactly it came to this, even as he rests his cockhead up against Rogue’s dripping pussy lips. The mutant bites her lower lip in anticipation, even as she squirms beneath him. Her hands are bound above her head by the symbiote, and her legs are forcibly spread open as well by two more black tendrils.

It looks like he’s just touching her with his naked cock right now, but obviously he’s not, because he’s not passing out… and he’s a bit bigger than he remembers. The symbiote is excited, it seems, feeding off of Peter’s excitement perhaps, and both of them are… well, gung-ho about this, even if Peter is still a bit nervous.

“What’re you… what’re you waiting for? Go on… do it… f-fuck me, Peter.”

Rogue, meanwhile, is acting like a blushing virgin now, despite being the one who’d dragged him to her room, stripped down in front of him, and then begged him to tie her up and fuck her. Swallowing thickly, Peter knows only one thing… he wants this. He really does. And if Rogue wants it too, who is he to argue? With a low growl emanating from his throat, Peter finally thrusts forward. Rogue cries out as he spears her cunt with his enhanced member, and she arches her back, tilting her head up and writhing all the more in her bindings. 

Peter grunts, finding her to be unbelievably tight, her pussy walls clenching and squeezing down around his cock even as they get wetter and slicker by the instant. She wants this, oh yeah, she wants this, and that only encourages Peter to go faster, harder. As he fucks her, as Rogue moans beneath him, her breasts jiggling all over the place with each jarring thrust, the gorgeous mutant meets his eyes and licks her lips.

“Talk dirty to me… take me… make me your bitch…”

Her words awaken something in Peter, or perhaps even something in the symbiote. It purrs in satisfaction in his mind, clearly pleased that Peter has… has found a ‘mate’? He’s not so sure about that, not so sure about Rogue wanting a long term relationship after this, but at the very least he can give her something for the time being. Reaching out with one of his actual hands, Peter wraps it around Rogue’s throat, not quite choking her out, but definitely holding her in place.

His other hand comes up to one of her breasts, which he gropes and squeezes harshly, before outright slapping it. Rogue moans, and then cries out at the smack, her eyes going crossed as her pussy clenches down rather tightly around his cock. Grinning a bit, more confident than before, Peter leans forward.

“You want to be my bitch? I can make you my bitch. You love it, don’t you? You love getting touched, you love being fucked. You’re a horny, needy little slut who’s gotten the worse powers in the damn world, but now I’m here, and you just can’t get enough.”

Rogue moans and nods, even as Peter continues to fuck her. He’s not sure all of this is him, because there’s a distinct under-tone to his voice, one that he thinks is the symbiote. But Rogue asked for this, she BEGGED for it, and in this moment, he and the symbiote are of one mind on what needs to be done here and now. He needs to fuck Rogue long and hard and give her everything she asked for.

“Take it, slut! Fucking take it all!”

Alternating between slapping her tits red and shoving his fingers down Rogue’s throat for her to suck and lick at, Peter continues to plow the bound mutant fast and hard. He’s a little surprised at how long he’s lasting, but a sensation from the symbiote tells him that it’s because of his new partner. Honestly, this whole bonding deal seems to get better and better. And now more than ever, Peter is glad that he went to Professor X about this, because it put him in a position to be fucking this gorgeous bombshell of a woman, this beauty who had never been touched in her entire adult life, at least in any meaningful way.

The funny thing is, Rogue is older than him, he’s pretty sure. At least by a few years. And yet, her circumstances have left her with a complete lack of experience. Not that Peter is any better… this is actually his first time too. Still, he must be doing something right, thrusting away at her sopping wet cunt, fucking her deeply with his symbiote-enhanced dick. Rogue moans and cums beneath him time and time again, her pussy juices flooding down his length (and being absorbed by the symbiote) and her cunt walls clenching and squeezing down on his pistoning prick.

Finally, though, unable to hold back any longer, Peter cums. He cums, and it’s like he’s releasing a torrent of his seed into her womb. Both of them groan loudly, both of them arch their backs. Rogue’s womb fills to the brim and then some, and by the time Peter is done, she actually looks like she has a bit of a baby bump on her otherwise taut and toned tummy. 

Pulling out, Peter is left panting, but filled with a sense of satisfaction, of satiation. The symbiote… it’d fed well, it turns out. Rogue’s fluids had filled it up even better than the food Peter had made for it. That realization… well, it opens up certain possibilities, certainly. It- Peter blinks as he’s suddenly caught in a hug and pulled down into a kiss, Rogue’s super strength, taken from Ms. Marvel if he recalls correctly, easily allowing her to break the bondage he has her in.

She kisses him with searing passion, and he kisses her back. When they pull apart, Rogue is looking at him with clear avarice, and heartfelt desire. Her southern drawl is still in full force as she bites her lower lip and then speaks.

“You… you’ll come around often, yes? Any time you want… any time you need me… I’m yours.”

Well now, that works, doesn’t it? His symbiote is certainly happy, judging by what Peter is feeling. With a lopsided grin, Peter just nods.

“I might just take you up on that.”

Then, he falls forward and loses himself in Rogue’s gorgeous body. The female mutant doesn’t mind him going for a round two one bit, she just luxuriates in the touching and the fucking that soon follows.