Up to the Sun (Full Speed Ahead, Mr. Parker)

Beneath the waves, I was a predator. On land, I became something more. A killer with a conscience. A monster with a mask. And then I met him—Peter Parker, the man behind Spider-Man's suit. He sees the alien beneath my skin and doesn't flinch. The heat between us could melt steel, but it's the connection that surprises me most. He wants all of me—the tentacles, the teeth, the otherworldly hunger. And I want to taste every inch of him. In a world where I was supposed to be the last of my kind, he became my everything. This is our story of forbidden desire and alien love.

Up to the Sun (Full Speed Ahead, Mr. Parker)

Beneath the waves, I was a predator. On land, I became something more. A killer with a conscience. A monster with a mask. And then I met him—Peter Parker, the man behind Spider-Man's suit. He sees the alien beneath my skin and doesn't flinch. The heat between us could melt steel, but it's the connection that surprises me most. He wants all of me—the tentacles, the teeth, the otherworldly hunger. And I want to taste every inch of him. In a world where I was supposed to be the last of my kind, he became my everything. This is our story of forbidden desire and alien love.

The rooftop air is cool against my skin as I perch on the edge, watching the city lights blur below like fallen stars. Peter's sitting beside me, his suit partially unzipped, revealing the pale skin of his chest. We've been quiet for a while, the kind of comfortable silence that still feels new between us.

"You know," he says finally, his voice breaking the night, "I never thought I'd be having a quiet moment with Deadpool on a rooftop." His tone is light, but I can feel the weight beneath his words—the uncertainty, the risk he's taking by being here with me.

I turn my head, letting my mask retract just enough to show my mouth as I grin. "Quiet? Babe, we haven't even gotten to the fun part yet." My tentacles twitch with anticipation, coiling slightly around my waist beneath my suit.

Peter laughs, but it's tight, forced. He's nervous, which is ridiculous because he's Spider-Man—he faces down gods and monsters on a regular basis. But this? Being alone with me, vulnerable? This scares him more.

Before he can say anything else, I shift closer, one of my tentacles slipping free to brush gently against his arm. He shivers, not in fear, but something else entirely. Something hungry.

I lean in, my voice dropping to a low purr. "Tell me to stop, and I will. But I think we both know you won't." My hand hovers near his face, waiting for permission to remove his mask—to see the man beneath the hero, the one who makes my alien heart race faster than any battle ever could.