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[harryspet]

For your holiday darkfics, I'd like to request an angel reader/demon Steve, with "Your soul is mine", "Oh, did someone get lonely?", and "Remind me why I can't kill the carolers?" -🐇

your soul is mine | steve rogers 

[Warnings] dark!steve rogers x reader, demon!steve x angel!reader, noncon, kidnapping

a/n: this was a lot of fun, i hope you enjoy!

In which you’re an angel and a demon named Steve Rogers owns your soul. 

word count: 1.6k 

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A darkness wrapped around you, invading your dream state. You went from imagining a shining sun over a meadow, running with your brothers and sisters to a setting sun and scorched earth. Your eyes snapped open and you found your captor looking at you from across the room. 

“Oh, did someone get lonely?” Steve noticed how you were curled up in your bed, hugging a book and pillow tightly. You sat up quickly, pushing the book to the side and your hair from your face, “You could hold me at night if you wished.”

You had to admit that the body that Steve was inhabiting was quite handsome. He probably chose someone strong and handsome, knowing how far it would get him in the real world. Still, the blonde hair didn’t quite match those black eyes. 

“I’d never be able to sleep with you so close to me,” You said, distaste in your tone, “And you’d probably be miserable showing any ounce of affection.”

Steve smirked, “Who said anything about affection? I imagine sinful things when I think of lying next to you, darling. Rough …. cruel, ungodly things. Your devout leader wouldn’t let you back into his gates after what I’d do to you-”

You looked away, “Stop it, please. I know what you’re trying to do.”

“I know, I know, I won’t get a rise out of you. I’ve been torturing angels for two hundred years and I’ve never made one raise their voice. Even if I’m sawing off their little wings, they won’t say a cruel word towards me … it’s quite infuriating.”

You couldn’t help but imagine that pain, like your soul being torn from your body. 

“If I’m no different than the rest then I’m not sure why you keep me around,” Unexpectedly, you saw his smirk falter. He’d been stoic for your entire kidnapping but your words had struck a chord in his empty heart. 

“Your soul is mine,” He said, “And, sadly, that’s worth quite a lot so I have to get a good use out of you. Speaking of, get up and get dinner ready.”

He snapped his finger and the chain connected to the bed frame detached from the collar around your neck. The sigil engraved into the metal was a kind of angel trap which kept you tethered to the house and your powers at bay. You frowned, “You said you’d give me a break for the Holidays.”

“You know better to trust a Demon, I shouldn’t have to explain that,” Steve spoke, sound amused, “And I’ve decided that I want to get into the holiday spirit and it’s in your best interest to be merry and jolly just like me. Up, up, up.”

You stood up from the bed, your white dress falling down to your ankles, and you made your way past him. He followed you down the hallway and to the stairs. The home was old and gothic, decked out in antiques. As you made your way down the stairs, you realized why he was following. 

The house was decorated in red and green, fairy lights, and even a Christmas tree, “So? Do you feel like a human again?”

You didn’t answer immediately as you admired everything. It reminded you of a time that was very far away, “It’s beautiful,” He sensed your hesitance as you worried this was all an elaborate trick, “Why?”

Steve shrugged, “I wanted to see what the excitement was all about.”

“And do you feel it? The holiday spirit?”

He smiled, ignoring your question “I feel like I could go for a delicious Christmas Eve dinner. Get to work.”

+

You were intently listening to the cascade of angelic of voices coming from outside the door. Looking out the living room, you saw them walking along the sidewalk and singing The Little Drummer Boy. 

“Remind me why I can’t kill the carolers?” Steve asked from his chair as he stared down the burning fire. You’d finish dinner moments ago and had resigned to the living room.

“Just let one beautiful thing exist, please,” You looked at them longingly, wishing you could feel the snow, and sing the lord’s praises. Surprisingly, Steve didn’t immediately respond. A while passed and the voices of the carolers faded away and so did your peace. 

He snapped his fingers and you were out of your trance. You turned to face him, his hellish eyes burning holes into your skin, “Let’s play a game, angel,” He smiled. 

“A game?” At first, your thoughts were innocent. You imagined a board game or cards but those thoughts didn’t last long, “I’d rather not.”

“I’m sure you’d rather keep your wings as well.”

You crossed your arms, “Fine.”

“Good girl,” He smirked, “How about a simple game of Truth or Dare?”

“... Do I get to ask you questions too?” Steve’s eyes narrowed at you, “It’s only fair.”

“Right, it’s only fair. Come, sit,” He beckoned you over and you assumed he wanted you to sit on the couch but he stopped you, “No, here, on your knees.”

You paused, trying to swallow your fear. You stepped in front of him before moving down to your knees. You imagined that he wanted to maintain your power imbalance. He couldn’t have you feeling any sort of pride when you asked him truth or dare. 

“Truth or Dare, angel?” He asked, leaning forward, his eyes on your collar. 

“Truth,” You answered, looking up at him.

“Are you waiting for a particular, little boy angel or girl angel to come and save you?”

You tried to hide the emotion in your eyes, “No … not one that you haven’t already killed.” You couldn’t look at his smile without tears brimming in your eyes. He opened his mouth, probably to say something hurtful but you interrupted, “Your turn. Truth or Dare?”

“Truth.” 

“Why haven’t you killed me?”

He hesitated which you hadn’t expected. Demons weren’t known for having feelings, Satan had tortured it out of all of them, but you thought you saw a glimpse of something in his eyes, “I enjoy watching you break every day. Usually, I get quite bored of angels after a while. Not you.”

“But-”

“Your turn. Truth or Dare?”

“Truth.”

“You can’t say Truth twice.”

“I’ve never heard of such a rule.”

“I just made it up,” Steve grinned, “Now, what’s a good dare for an angel? I dare you to … kiss me.”

Your eyes widened and you shook your head, “No, please, anything else.”

Your words angered him, “You could kiss something else of mine-”

“Steve…” You tried to plead with your big doe eyes, “I know you think I’m different than the others … I’m not.”

He leaned forward, his hand grabbing your face, and you shut your eyes tightly, “You are. I can see something you cannot,” Warmth spread through your body and you felt waves of darkness and violent pictures in your mind, “Kiss me. I won’t ask again.”

Shaking, you leaned forward, your eyes blinking open. Steve had closed his eyes, waiting for your lips to touch his. His fingers touched your neck and hair. Your lips were soft against his, despite how stiff you were from the nervousness. Steve stroked your cheek with his thumb as he slowly moved his lips against yours. 

He heard you whimper and his anger began to grow. The kiss deepened, and Steve got more rough as he explored your mouth. You grabbed his arm, trying to pull away, and Steve felt the light inside you only for a moment before it was stomped out. 

When you roughly pulled away, Steve knew he’d sunk his talons into you. Your eyes were dark, the light fading away, as you were overcome with emotions. You fell back on your elbows, breathing heavily, before you wiped your mouth, “What … what did you do?”

“You don’t know what happens when you kiss a demon?” Steve turned his head, looking down at you curiously. 

You scrambled away, getting to your feet, though you felt a bit lightheaded, “Y-You took my light …,” You breathed out, “No more games. Stay … please don’t touch me.”

Steve stood up, his shadow draping over you, and you stepped back, “I didn’t take it,” Steve chuckled, “I destroyed it, darling. You’ve been here in purgatory for months, you’re incredibly weak, and you won’t survive with all that good inside you. You need me.”

“I’d rather die.”

“I’d rather keep you around,” You turned to run but he grabbed you by your upper arm, pulling you into him, “Destroying that purity… fucking that darkness into you, that’s what I want.”

That winter night, Steve held you down in front of the burning fireplace. He tasted you in unthinkable ways, giving you a pleasure you’d never experienced, dipping his fingers inside of you. It hurt and you screamed but that feeling didn’t last long. He took his time making sure you were a moaning mess and, by the time, he entered you, you were a wet chasm wanting to be filled. 

He’d thrust into you deeply and watch how your eyes grew darker and darker. You tried holding onto whatever good things you could and, because it was your nature, you still wished for him to be saved. 

Your body was still writhing when he collapsed beside you. You had nothing left to say, feeling great shame for letting a demon pleasure you. “You’ll thank me later … for helping you.” Still, he carried you up to bed that night, leaving so you could sleep without the nightmares his touch would bring. 

Before you closed your eyes, you realized he hadn’t connected the chain on your collar to the bed. Though a dark cloud now surrounded your heart, you thought that maybe some of your light had sunk into him. 

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[harryspet]

𝓽𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓸𝓷 ... 𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

“Daddy wants to hear you sing a song. Sit on my lap and make Daddy happy.” + Bucky

“I’ll let you go when I’m done with you” + “oh the weather outside is frightful” + Peter 

“You were never supposed to find out...” + stalker!Steve

"Your soul is mine" + "Oh, did someone get lonely?" + "Remind me why I can't kill the carolers?" + demon!Steve

“Well, hello beautiful” + “You look a little lost, omega.” + alpha!Peter

“Did you see the way they looked at you?” +  “It’s not...not going to hurt, is it?” +  “Shhh. It’s all right. I’ll be gentle.” + arranged marriage!Steve x virgin!reader

Baby, It’s Cold Outside + “Did you spike the eggnog?” +  Grey!Peter Parker x black!reader + by @darksideofthecocoamoon​

“I don’t even have a family to celebrate with, so what’s the point?“ + “You didn’t really think I’d let you spend Christmas alone, did you?” +  Loki Laufeyson x black!reader + by @cocoamoonmalfoy​

Mi Amor +   “I’m done, we’re done.” +  “Shhh I didn’t hit you that hard love, calm down.” + dark!Stucky + by @autumnrose40​ 

Enjoy!

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[harryspet]

Hi I love your writing so much! Can you do number 42 and 44 from your dark prompts with Dark!Peter parker plz?

[Warnings] alpha!peter x omega!reader, first heat, soulmates, predator/prey

A/N: Merry Christmas❤️💚

You stopped to catch your breath, thinking that you had finally lost him. You were still on edge, your heart pounding so hard that you could feel it in your ears. You hated this, feeling so weak and you cursed the body you’d been born into. 

Go to him. He is your Alpha. Go to him. 

“Fuck,” You cursed, under your breath, moving your feet again. Shut up, you told that voice in your head, that feeling in your bones. Aching, you pushed on through the greenery of the forest. You had no idea what you’d do when you got where you were going but it would be better than wherever you’d end up when he caught you. 

He is angry. Why are you upsetting your Alpha? Console him. Make him feel better. 

You pinched your eyes shut, trying to shake away that feeling. 

That voice quieted only when you heard something else, crunching leaves between someone's feet. You froze, holding your breath as you tried to listen to your surroundings. 

He is near. Go to him. Go to him. You are his. 

Now, you couldn’t just feel him, you felt a warmness beneath your skin. It felt like waves of heat traveling back and forth inside you as a fire burned in your core. And that fire began to get hotter and hotter. 

You reached up, pulling your scarf from your neck. What was supposed to protect you from the cold now felt like it was choking you. Panicked, you tried to move your body again. You struggle to keep you pace, wanting to rip off your clothes despite the freezing weather. 

You let out a yelp when you suddenly ran into a wall. You wiped your eyes, realizing it wasn’t a wall at all,  “Well, hello beautiful,” Peter grinned, although there was frustration behind his eyes, breathing heavily just like you were. You stepped back, stumbling, as you tried to get your bearings again, “You look a little lost, omega.”

You turned to run, only for him to grab you by your waist. That heat was quelled at his touch, “And you’re in heat,” He added and your eyes widened with fear. 

Present yourself to him. You are in heat. Let him mount you. You need him. 

“Get away from me!” Tears stung your eyes as you pushed at his chest. 

Peter seemed almost concerned, “I’ll take you home-”

“That’s not my home,” He grabbed you tighter, angrily. 

“You rather I have you on the forest floor … because it’s taking everything in me right now to not …”

You shook your head, and he leaned down, suddenly pulling you up so he was carrying you bridal style. He was already moving back in the direction you two came in. 

Alpha is angry. Console him. 

“Shut up,” You whispered, tilting your head back, wincing as a painful wave passed through you. 

“It hurts more because you’re resisting it,” Peter spoke like the know-it-all he was, “You’re making it more difficult for both of us. If you just-”

“You’ll never be my Alpha-ah!” Another painful wave. 

“Not only will I be your Alpha, I will be your mate, and for the rest of our lives, even in the afterlife, you’ll have to deal with me…” Your body didn’t let you curse, the pain made sure you couldn’t speak, “Goddess, you’re still burning up … we’re not going to make it-”

“No, no-” Was what you managed to get out as he gently set you down in the snow. Beneath the evergreens, Peter began to undress you. He didn’t bother with the buttons, ripping your sweater down the middle and your pants were a similar tale, “S-Stop-ah!”

Don’t resist him. You need him. He needs you. You need to provide him an heir. 

He kissed your breast and a loud moan escaped your lips, “There you go, Omega,” You were already feeling better with his lips on your skin, “I didn’t want our first time to be like this … I promise, next time, I’ll make it more romantic.”

He can make it stop. 

“Just … f-fuck me! Please!”

You felt him smirking against your skin, and you knew you’d never be more attracted to anyone else, “As you wish, Omega.”

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[harryspet]

Hey hun! 😊😊 For the holiday dark fics can I request a dark Neighbor AU for Steve with the prompt 41) “You were never supposed to find out...”

a/n: hope you enjoy!! thank you for requesting :) @opheliadawnwalker3

You sat across from Steve in a comfortable loveseat that sat in his living room, the fireplace warming the two of you. You only meant to stop by, to give him the plate of brownies, but he’d insisted that you come inside. You had to admit that his home was quite cozy, decked in lots of Christmas decorations, and the grin on his face was even warmer than the room. 

It was a wonder that he was the only one that lived in the house,  him being the only single bachelor in the entire neighborhood. Every time you came home for the holidays, your mother tried to set you up with him and you imagined the brownies were her strategy this year. 

“I didn’t think we’d get any snow this year,” You heard him say and you sipped at the hot cocoa he’d provided you. You could see through the window behind him that the snow was starting to fall lightly. 

“Me neither,” You agreed, “It’s gonna be a perfect Christmas Eve, I can already tell.”

Though he smiled, you noticed a longing in his eyes, like he was suddenly transported somewhere else, “I’m sure your mother has a lot of festivities planned.”

“Right,” you nodded, “She’s a bit crazy but she puts me in the spirit so it's fine … you’re not having any family over?”

Again, though there was a grin on his face, his eyes told a different story, “No, I don’t have much family,” He looked down at his own mug of hot cocoa, “But it’s still my favorite holiday as you can tell.” 

You laughed politely, “Yeah, I think the snow globes give it away,” You hinted at the fireplace which was beautifully decorated. You wondered if he’d invited you inside just because he wasn’t going to have anyone to talk to this year, “You should come over for dinner … tomorrow, I mean.”

His eyes widened and for a moment he seemed happy until he brushed it off, “Oh, no. Thank you though-”

“I’m serious,” You continued, “I know my Mom makes things a little awkward with us but I’ll tell her to tone it down. You shouldn’t be alone on the holidays.” You could imagine your mom jumping up and down in happiness right now. You weren’t interested in Steve, you lived an entire other life for most of the year, but you couldn’t leave without offering. 

“That would … that would be really nice,” He said, “Speaking of your Mom, I picked out some things to give to her. I was hoping to get a second opinion, they’re just in my office-”

“Yeah, sure,” You agreed, “Do you mind if I use your bathroom first?”

“Uhm,” He stood up just as you did, almost startling you, “Yes, let me take that from you-” You smiled awkwardly as you handed him the mug, “You can use the one upstairs. It’s the second door to the left.”

“I’ll be right back.”

You could’ve sworn you felt his eyes on you as you walked up the stairs. You brushed off the feeling and focused on handling your business. The upstairs was just as homey as the downstairs. He was like an alien to the rest of the male species, everything seemed so together that now you understood why your mother liked him so much. 

Things were going normally but you noticed a bottle of shampoo sitting in the shower. Coconut oil and cocoa butter. That was your favorite scent and you couldn’t remember the last time you used a different brand. You paused to think about it only for a moment. 

After washing your hands, you were using a hand towel when you smelt something familiar. Feeling crazy, you brought the hand towel to your nose to smell it. You could’ve sworn it smells exactly like your favorite winter perfume. At least, your old favorite, because they stopped selling that gingerbread and brown sugar mix a few years ago. 

Your eyebrows were still furrowed in confusion when you left the bathroom. After two weird coincidences, your curiosity was piqued and maybe that's why you approached the bedroom with the cracked door. It was just a peak but you found much more than you bargained for.

Scatter around the room were a bunch of your things, or replicas of your things. Your old blankie, some of your jewelry and knick knacks from your childhood bedroom. You even picked up your graduation photo which sat in a photo frame atop of a dresser. You held your breath, knowing you couldn’t spend any more time investigating, and you’d stepped back slowly but you’d already crossed a line. 

Like you’d tampered with a precious object in his dollhouse, he knew where you were. You moved quickly out of the room only to run into the wall that Steve called a chest, “Steve-” You smiled, hoping you could play pretend, “I’m sorry, everything is decorated so nicely that I had to look-”

“You were never supposed to find out,” His voice was solemn and a bit disappointed. Your heart was in your stomach and, looking in his eyes, he knew that you knew his secret. 

“Find out what?” You were still smiling though it was taking all the strength you had, “Can we go back downstairs?”

He moved forward, urging you back into the room and you knew then you had to decide what you were going to do. You could fight it, or you try and run, but you found yourself freezing, “Steve, you’re scaring me …” That was an understatement, “I thought we were going to look at gifts …”

“I never touched you,” He said and you nodded.

“I-I know.”

“I was good. I never crossed the line,” You started to realize that you weren’t talking about the same thing, “I watched from afar, that’s it, and I could’ve- I could’ve crossed the line many times but I didn’t.”

You kept nodding, “And you still don’t have to,” Your voice was small and, for a moment, you thought he might listen but he grabbed the door and shut it, “I’ll pretend I never saw anything! Like you said, you were good and you’re a good guy, I know that.”

“Did you ever … feel the same way?” 

Lie. 

“Yes, o-of course. I just never thought it would work with me living in another city,” He didn’t believe you. That much you could tell by the way his hands were tapping at his sides. 

“Your Mom always thought we would be together,” He said, “She probably would be overjoyed if we started seeing each other.”

Lie.

“Yeah,” You agreed, “She’d think it was a Christmas miracle. We could … we could tell her together, you know.”

Steve sighed, “I know that can’t happen. You think I’m crazy, I can see it in your eyes,” With great force, he grabbed you by your upper arm, pulling you into him. It seemed that he was breaking all his old rules and you were afraid he felt like he had nothing to lose, “I’ve loved you for a long time, do you know that?”

“Y-You have?” His grip relaxed and he seemed to savor your touch. He pulled you closer, his hand wrapping behind your back side, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. A shiver moved down your spine as you realized he was smelling your hair.

Lie.

“I don’t think you’re crazy, Steve.”

“You will,” He spoke bluntly, and you knew there was no talking him down. You tried to push away from him though he held you tightly, “But that’s okay! Time heals all things.”

“Let go of me, please,” You begged, tears staining your cheeks, but you felt your feet lift off the ground as he carried you over to the bed, “Please!”

He climbed on top of you, holding down your kicking limbs. His blonde hair fell messily over his forehead, his breathing was heavy but not from the physical exertion. He was breathless because he was looking at you, touching you, and soon he’d have you in more ways than one. 

“I don’t want to hurt you, doll, but it’ll be better if you relax because I’m gonna take my time with you.”

When he kissed you, he made sure you felt all of his love.

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[harryspet]

I forgot the numbers but “I’ll let you go when I’m done with you” and “oh the weather outside is frightful” with Peter plz? Id love to see what you’ll do with it!

[Warnings] dark!peter x reader, maid!reader, dubcon, (implied sexy stuff), home alone slander

a/n: hope you enjoy! @cocoamoonmalfoy

It was always quiet in the Avengers’ compound during the winter. A lot of the staff were home for the holidays and it seemed that most criminals were deciding to stay in their warm homes. You were working alone today, covering the shift of the older woman you always worked alongside. 

You started with cleaning their rooms, then moved into the common area before tackling the kitchen. So many people living here meant that there were many people cooking every week and it was often a hassle to get it sparkling like your boss liked it. 

After cleaning the fridge, you reorganized everything again. You were holding a jar in your hands until it accidentally slipped from your hands. Luckily, and out of nowhere, a hand grabbed it before it broke everywhere, “Careful there,” You heard Peter say, putting it back on the shelf.

“Mr. Parker-” She pressed your hand to forehead, a bit out of breath, “T-Thank you.”

“No worries,” He was closer than you expected and much happier to see you than you anticipated, “I didn’t think anyone else was going to be here.”

“Same here,” You said, closing the fridge, “I thought you’d be home with your Aunt.”

He stuffed his hands into his pockets awkwardly, balancing on the balls of his feet, “She’s actually on this holiday cruise with Happy … yeah, I couldn’t put myself through that.”

“Oh,” You nodded, understanding, “What about Ned?”

“Hawaii,” He answered simply, “But it's fine. I’m gonna hand presents out at the children’s hospital, spend Christmas with them.”

You grinned, “That’s amazing. A great way to spend the holidays.”

“What about you?” He continued.

“More of the same. I come here and clean and I go home and clean. There’s like six of us in one apartment so … yeah, it’s always a mess.”

“But you are going to celebrate, right?”

You nodded, “Of course, it’s the best time of year.”

Peter looked past you and you followed his line of sight. Outside it was snowing much harder than this morning, “I hope you’re not trying to drive back tonight.”

Your shoulders fell, “Maybe it’ll clear up later...” 

“Probably,” Peter said, “But maybe, in the meantime, I can help you finish up and we could … watch a movie or something.”

You raised an eyebrow, “Are you serious?”

“Unless you don’t want to-”

“No, that sounds nice, Mr. Parker.”

+

“I have to say ... the first one is better.”

“What?” Peter sat up quickly, sound offended, “Everyone knows that Home Alone 2 is vastly superior. The hotel, the toy store, his friendship with the pigeon Lady! It’s magical.”

“Okay, the second one may have better characters but the simplicity of the first film is what makes it a classic.”

You giggled as he placed his face in his palm, “I can’t believe what I’m hearing.”

You ended up going through both the movies and now it was growing dark outside. You checked your phone to see that it was already past seven, “As fun as this was, I should probably get going,” Peter grabbed your hand as you stood up from the couch. 

“Oh the weather outside is frightful.”

You rolled your eyes. 

“I’m not joking, I have to go,” You said, and it suddenly set in that you’d just Netflix and chilled with Spiderman himself and now he didn’t want you to leave. You’d grown so comfortable with him over the past few hours that you didn’t even flinch away from his touch. 

He stood up, still holding you, “It’s too dangerous out there. You should just stay the night and we can watch the bad Home Alone sequels.”

“I really can’t, I’m sorry,” You tried to pull your hand away but his grip grew tighter. Your eyes grew wide as fear began to set in. 

“Sit down,” He said, the cheery tone in his voice gone, “You’re not going out there.”

You sat down hesitantly and he finally let go of you. Standing in front of you now, you looked up at him, “Peter, I don’t … I-I don’t know what you want from me but-”

“A little of that giving, holiday spirit is all I’m asking for,” He reached down and gripped his member through his pants. He was getting hard just looking at you. You tried leaning back, hoping to crawl away but he grabbed you roughly by your hair, “Don’t fight it, please. I’ll let you go when I’m done with you.”

“Please don’t, please don’t,” You rushed out your words, “Please, please-”

He shushed you gently, “No more talking, no teeth and, if  you do a good job, I’ll make sure you get a raise.”

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[harryspet]

Can you do 14, 16, & 22 with Steve Rogers in a Arranged Marriage AU? (I love your writings btw) <3

[Warnings] steve rogers x innocent!reader, arranged marriage au, oral sex, consummation night

A/N: hope you enjoy!

“God … you’re so beautiful.”

Your cheeks heated up with embarrassment as he took the sight of you in. Your dress was modest, long white sleeves and a flowing bottom, Steve’s mother having picked it out for you.

“R-Really?” You spoke in disbelief.

He took a step closer and you grew even more nervous. Though she’d just shared a kiss at the wedding ceremony, what was coming next would be entirely different, “Of course. Did you see the way they looked at you? You looked gorgeous tonight.”

“Thank you,” You grinned shyly. He took your hands in his, guiding you closer to the bed. The hotel was magnificent and right on the water, you could hear the crashing waves from the balcony. Not only was Steve your new life but this luxury was new to you too, “To be honest, I thought you’d be much colder to me. I know I probably wasn’t what you wanted …”

“No, you’re much better than what I could have wished for,” Your mouth was beginning to hurt from smiling so much, “And what kind of husband would I be to treat my wife coldly?”

“I-I’m sorry-”

Steve chuckled, “Don’t be, please,” His eyes began to wander to your lips as he rubbed your palms with his thumb, “Do you … do you know what happens tonight?”

You nodded immediately, “Our consummation.”

Steve smiled, “Right, though the way you say it makes it seem like a business deal.”

“Is it not?”

“Partially, but I don’t want it to feel like one,” You nodded in agreement, “But you’ve never done anything with anyone before?”

You shook your head, “It’s not...not going to hurt, is it?”

Steve leaned down, tilting up your chin so your lips could meet gently, “I’ll make-” Kiss. “It feel” Kiss. “As good as I can.”

He deepened the kiss, and you followed his lead though you felt you couldn’t quite keep up as he began to kiss down your neck. He held your waste tightly, pressing you further into him, “Lay down for me, princess.”

Your eyes widened a bit, “O-Oh, okay,” You stuttered, “I’ll just take off my dress-”

He stopped you as you began to reach back to your zipper, “Let me.” You turned around slowly, letting him zip it down your back. He pushed the sleeves to the side, exposing the short, white slip dress that was underneath. You stepped out of it, your arms instinctively wrapped around your chest, though Steve grabbed your hands again, “Don’t hide from me, princess.”

“Sorry,” You said again which made Steve chuckle. You sat down on the edge of the bed and Steve leaned down to kiss you again.

He moved lower, his hands parting your legs as he grabbed ahold of your thighs. You opened them further, letting him guide you as you laid back down. You expected him to climb on top of you but he got down to his knees as he pulled your bottom closer to the edge of the bed.

You sat up on your elbows, curious, “S-Steve?”

“Shhh. It’s all right. I’ll be gentle,” He insisted, lifting your dress and pushing your underwear to the side. Your face was so heated, you had to look away or you thought you might explode with embarrassment.

He was right, his mouth was very gentle on you but it felt anything but calming. Fireworks were exploding in your core, a heat building up inside you as pleasure filled your mind.

“S-Steve, it’s t-too much,” You could feel something building up and it scared you what would be on the other side of it, “It feels like - oh my god! Too much- please!”

“It’s okay, princess. Cum for me,” He said, lapping at your sensitive bud. You couldn’t run from you and the feeling ripped through you, leaving your body a writhing mess. You cried out with every extra lick he took, the overstimulation feeling like it might kill you.

You breathed heavily, “I didn’t think … it would be like that,” You covered your face, embarrassed, “I thought you would just ... “

Steve stood up, leaning over you, before moving your had away, “Sex is more than just one thing, princess. Besides that, It’ll feel better for you if … you’re prepared beforehand.”

“Oh,” You spoke simply, a realization hitting you, “Can I … can I make you feel good too?”

“Of course, Y/N. Let me teach you,” He smiled wickedly.

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[harryspet]

bucky + #23 from the dark prompts pls!!

23.  “Daddy wants to hear you sing a song. Sit on my lap and make Daddy happy.”

a/n: i didn’t go dark on this one but i hope you still like it :)

Bucky came home to find you happily adding more decorations to the Christmas tree. You were so in your head, humming and dancing to music that you hadn’t even noticed his presence. 

He gently set down his keys, sneaking through the apartment so he could catch you off guard. You shrieked when he suddenly grabbed you by your waist. He laughed, attacking you with kisses on your neck, “That’s not funny,” You pouted, trying to hide a smile. 

“You’re so focused, I just had to,” He chuckled. As Bucky let you go, your face began to heat up with embarrassment. He sat down on the couch, admiring your work but also admiring you, “Is this what you’ve been doing all day?”

You nodded, “And I went to the store and found these adorable, reindeer cookie cutters for super cheap.”

“I bet Santa will love those,” Something about his smile made your heart flutter, “Everything looks great, princess. Take a break and come sit with me.”

“But I’m almost done-”

He patted his lap, “Daddy wants to hear you sing a song. Sit on my lap and make Daddy happy.”

He knew that calling himself Daddy would convince you, and you found yourself suddenly wanting to go into little space. Growing shy, you approached him slowly. He grabbed your hands and you gently took a seat, “I-I don’t think I sound very good …”

“Nonsense, I love your voice,” He persisted, “Sing what you were humming before I walked in.”

You looked into his eyes but, not for long, growing even more embarrassed. He stroked your hand with his thumb, being patient, as you tried to work up the courage. You closed your eyes, thinking about your favorite Christmas song, “Presents and cards are here … my world is filled with cheer and you this Christmas … and as I look around … your eyes outshine the town, they do … this Christmas.”

“That was so good!” Bucky cheered, kissing your cheek and you smiled, “You sound beautiful, princess. Thank you.”

“Can I ask you for something too, Daddy?”

“Whatever you want, young lady,” He said, deepening voice in a playful manner which made you giggle. 

“Can we drink hot chocolate?”

“With whipped cream?” You nodded eagerly, and he scooped you up quickly, his metal arm underneath your thighs. You held on tightly, as he carried you toward the kitchen, “We can have whipped cream with our hot chocolate and then I’ll have whipped cream on you tonight.”

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[harryspet]

Hey I'm can you write like where dark Peter parker kidnaps reader. And she is very innocent. And he just uses a vibrator and overstimulated her. It's just really awkward for me because I have never send an ask before but. You don't have to write it of course. Love your writing!

his toy | peter parker

[Warnings] dark peter parker x reader, innocent reader, non con, kidnapping, vibrator, overstimulation, light bondage, little editing

A/N: This is pretty much what you asked for but I added some plot stuff. Hope you enjoy it!

In which you witness something Peter doesn’t want you to see.

word count: 1.9k

Your hand clamped over your mouth after the abrupt scream left your lips. The man toppled off off the edge of the building and he screamed bloody murder as he fell to his death. You were just coming up to get fresh air like you always did. You listened to the city as you wrote in your journal but, tonight was different. More than different.

The man who had pushed him was standing right there and he pulled off his black masks as he heard you scream. Your heart raced and tears stung your eyes as you recognized him. You knew him as Spiderman but, judging by his all-black appearance, he wasn’t in the mood for protecting the neighborhood.

Peter looked you over from where you were standing by the roof door and his jaw clenched, “I-I’m s-sorry,” You turned around to grab the door handle but, before you could even reach for it, web spread around the handle. You were trapped.

You thought your heart might explode out of your chest as you heard him speak, “You must have some very very bad luck,” Peter watched your shaky figure try not to panic. You looked so … breakable, “You know that guy?”

You instantly shook your head, “N-No, s-sir,” That made Peter a little tense? Sir? He smiled evilly. You didn’t seem that far from his own age, “I-I’m sure h-he was a … bad man.”

Peter took a few steps closer to you, only about five feet away from you now, “Smart girl,” Peter complimented you, “Telling me what I’d like to hear. What if I told you he wasn’t the bad guy? Would that scare you?”

“But y-you’re spiderman-”

Peter clenched his fist, “There’s only so much work can do without violence,” He took a few more steps and you moved away from the door, knowing you were getting out that way, “Fear usually works but some people just end up being useless to you. Like that guy.”

Peter spoke casually as he stalked towards you and you stumbled away from him, “Some people become liabilities like you,” You had seen him murder an innocent man, you knew he wasn’t going to let you go. As you stepped back and you felt the brick wall that lined the edge of the roof, you knew he was going to do the same thing to you.

“I-I’m not!” You rushed, “I won’t tell anyone, sir. I-I promise! Please, I-I have a family!”

Peter cocked his head to the side, shaking his head, “Don’t we all?” You felt dizzy like you might pass out as he closed the distance between you. His hand wrapped around your throat and as you useless used your own hands to pull his away, Peter became amused. As he got close enough to really look into your eyes, something in him shifted.

“Please-” Peter’s hands tightened around your throat and soon you found yourself gasping for air. You clawed at the fabric of his suit as your eyes grew even wide. You thought this was it and that the last eyes you’d be looking into were his.

“Relax, the nightmare begins later,” He told you though, your vision blurring as you slipped away to the darkness. As you went limp, Peter knew he was taking a risk by not killing you but there was a light in your eyes, one that was foreign to him now. He wanted to see how long you’d last with him before it went out.

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The first thing you felt was coldness everywhere. As your eyes blinked open, light flooded your vision. It was harsh and flickering as it illuminated your body. As you started to realize the coldness was due to being naked, Peter walked the rest of the way down the steps, moving towards the bed you were laying on.

You were in some dingy basement, the only light in the room seemed to focus on the metal bed which made the surrounding room seem like a dark abyss.

You sat up, panicked as he made his way closer. Your throat was killing you and your voice was hoarse as you tried to scream, “Don’t do that,” As you scrambled away, you tumbled off of the bed, your bottom touching the cold cement.

You climbed to your feet and began to back away more but something around your neck yanked you back. Your fingers found the cold metal of a chain there. He was keeping you leashed like a dog and naked like a … “Your neck is already bruised, Y/N, I wouldn’t do that,” You guess that he had gone through your things to find that out. You looked at him with a look of shock and fear before you grabbed at the chain. You pulled, finding it attached to the bed frame.

You care little about the stinging around your neck and more about the superhero that was keeping you in his basement, “W-What are you doing?” You spoke hoarsely, tears already trailing down your cheeks. Peter stalked around the bed, coming towards you and as he did, you climbed back onto the bed to get away from him.

He flashed you an amused look. You acted as if he couldn’t snatch you up and have you for dinner if he wanted. He stood before you, dressed only in a pair of jeans, his muscular chest on full display. You watched as he casually slid something out of his back pocket, a small book that you quickly realized was your journal.

“I’ve been doing some light reading,” He teased you, flipping open to one of the pages, “I see Trevor all the time now because he comes into my favorite coffee shop. I wonder if he knows how much I stare at him-”

“Stop it, p-please.”

Was his plan to embarrass you to death? “I wonder if he knows how much I want to be with him. I imagine he’s a good kisser. I’ve never kissed anyone but, if he was my first, I would probably thank the heavens-”

“Stop it! You have to let me go. I told you I wouldn’t tell anyone.”

Peter didn’t expect you to shout. Maybe you had a little more fire in you then he previously assumed, “I know you won’t,” Peter tossed the book to the side and it smack that made you flinch. He used that moment to quickly move forward, grabbing your leg so hard and fast that your head collided hard with the mattress. You struggled, kicking your limbs but each hit you made felt like your skin was colliding with metal. You were only hurting yourself in the process and Peter was waiting for you to tire yourself.

He grabbed both your arms, pinning your wrist behind your own back as he pushed your front into his. The chain around your neck clanged as you tried to shake him away. Before you knew it, your faces were inches apart and you were trying your hardest to look away from him. Your breathing was heavy from all the fighting but Peter was calm. Eerily calm.

One hand pinned your wrist while the other trailed up to your face. He brushed a strand of hair back and you tried not to flinch, to not show any more weakness, “Be a good girl for me and you can go back to fantasizing about your little Trevor,” Peter’s thumb held your face, and he traced his thumb along your cheek.

“Y-You’ll let me go?”

“Say you’ll be a good girl for me,” he demanded and you bit down on the bottom of your lip. As he noticed you hesitate, he reached back to grab a section of your hair roughly. It strained the sensitive area around your neck again.

You yelped, “O-Okay, I’ll be good. I’ll be good!”

“Say my name. Say you’ll be good for Peter.”

He could kill you. He could kill you so easily and would anyone you love even know where to find you?

“I-I’ll be good for you, Peter,” You stuttered over the words as they left your mouth and Peter grinned wickedly. His name on your lips was heaven to him but hell to you.

He let go of his tight grip around your hair before he reached into the rickety nightstand beside the bed. Peter pulled you into his lap as you tried to get a good look at the device he was holding. Your legs were on either side of his body, your arms still pulled behind your back, and the chain tight around your neck.

It was a white wand and you thought it looked like a body massager, “What is that?” Peter didn’t answer as it suddenly shifted on, the mushroom top shaking as it vibrated. He pressed the tip against your exposed breasts and a whimper left your lips. He only pulled you tighter to him as you tried to move away.

Peter watched as your nipple grew harder and wondered what other parts of your body were that sensitive. The wand trailed over your breasts, then down your stomach before it danced over your private areas. Peter knew you had never been touched like this and he reveled in the idea that this was your first time.

The vibrator dipped between the folds of your sensitive mound and you jerked, not because of Peter, but because of the foreign sensation. As you tried to move away from it, he only pushed it further into you causing a shocked gasp to leave your lips. Then, Peter knew it had been a good idea to not gag you.

He was going to enjoy those beautiful sounds you made like you were an instrument that he was playing.

“Such a good girl, Y/N,” Peter praised you though it was getting hard to focus on him. The feeling overwhelmed your senses and sent a warm wave of pleasure through your body. Biting down on your lip couldn’t stop your moaning, “What a sensitive little toy.”

It only took a good two minutes before your body began convulsing as the first orgasm whipped through you, “Oh God!” You cried, “Oh-” He interrupted you by smashing his lips against yours, his arm still keeping the vibrating tool against your sensitive bulb.

He had stolen your first kiss and all you could think about was how good it felt. You hated how your body betrayed you.

It was becoming too much but, as you opened your lips to protest, Peter swallowed your cries with his own mouth. He kissed you roughly, his tongue exploring your mouth and tasting the desperation. You were desperate to get away from the overstimulation. His grip only got tighter and you were forced to ride that wave once again.

“C’mon, give me another,” Peter grunted as he bit down on your neck. As you cried out, you felt another huge release, this time you felt wetness pooling around your thighs. You thought you might have peed on yourself, not understanding that you had just ejaculated, but that didn’t stop Peter from keeping the toy pressed there.

“No more, n-no more, Peter!” You begged and Peter pulled away from the hickey he was making on your neck.

He held your face as he looked into your eyes, “Don’t quit now. I know you can give me more, toy.”

And your head tilted back as your mind went blank for a moment and you were on another high.

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[harryspet]

𝓽𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓸𝓷 ... 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓼

𝓽𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓸𝓷 ... 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓼 

This December, for the holidays and to celebrate my followers, I’m giving readers a chance to request drabbles/one-shots but I’m also hoping some writers want to share the Holiday joy too! I have a list of dark prompts as well as holiday prompts so feel free to mix and match them however you like!

𝓇𝓊𝓁𝑒𝓈 & 𝑔𝓊𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈 

You don’t have to follow me but it would be greatly appreciated!!

Please be courteous and only send one request especially if you’re using anon.

When sending a request, tell me the character(s) + 1-3 dialogue prompts (have fun combining them) + au idea (optional)

I prefer to write for (aged up) Peter Parker, Bucky Barnes or Steve Rogers. If you’d like to include MJ, Natasha, Thor, Loki, Wanda or Sam please combine them with those three. Threesomes and foursomes welcome ^^

Make these unique! If you just want pure angst, smut, or fluff then choose your prompts accordingly. I’m hoping people enjoy mixing the holiday prompts with the dark ones (though its not required) so please read through them all. There are a lot of good ones!!

Most of these will probably end up being around 300-700 words.

I write dark fics which means there may be mentions of violence, abuse, noncon/dubcon and just angst overall. If you have limits, please let me know.

I may reject your request if I feel it’s too similar to what I’ve already written or if you ignore the rules. I may also close requests if I get too many.

𝓘𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 𝓪 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓻 and you’d like to write a drabble/one-shot using my lists then please let me know! I’ll be sure to give it a reblog and add it to my #fic recs if you tag me @harryspet​ and #tistheseasonfordarkfics. There’s no due date, just participate if you’re interested! :)

Don’t choose prompts with strikethroughs.

𝓻𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮: CLOSED

𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓉𝓈

“I wish I’d never met you.”

“Did you just stick your tongue out at me?”

“I’m done. We’re done.”

“Why are you fighting me?”

“I’ve never…they kept me untouched. For you”

“Did you just bite me?!”

“If I’m dead then how come you can see me?”

“It’s cute that you think you can defy me.”

“Duct tape. I need it for... taping something.”

“Why don’t you smile anymore?”

“Fuck you.”

“Your soul is mine.”

 “Looks like you need to be trained.“

“It’s not...not going to hurt, is it?”

“I don’t ... I don’t remember my name.”

“Did you see the way they looked at you?”

“How dare you challenge me.”

“I’ll let you go when I’m finished with you.”

“Hand Daddy his belt and take your shirt off.”

“I don’t like when they touch you.”

“Are you getting sore, all cooped up in that cage all day?”

“Shhh. It’s all right. I’ll be gentle.”

“Daddy wants to hear you sing a song. Sit on my lap and make Daddy happy.”

“Shit, are you crying? I didn’t mean to hit that hard!”

“You can’t take people as property!”

“I feel like you’re taking advantage of me.”

“So … uh.. who is that person … they keep texting you?”

“Fuck, I love you like this, all rounded with our child…”

“You wouldn’t want him/her/them finding out about this, would you?”

“You haven’t earned it. What are you going to do for me?”

“Stop crying.”

“You’re not in trouble, sweetheart.”

“I’ve been looking for you all night, and you are in desperate need of my help.”

“And the hunter becomes the hunted.”

“They hurt you and I’m going to hurt them back.”

“Never steal anything from someone you can’t outrun, kid.”

“Hands off, alpha. Never learn any self-control?”

“Can i stay at your place tonight? I don’t feel safe here.”  

“I really think you need to see a doctor.”

“Everything that happened is your fault.”

“You...you were never supposed to find out.”

 “Well, hello beautiful!”

“You want to what? That’s embarrassing!”

“You look a little lost, omega.”

“We need to talk...about the pregnancy.”

“Oh, did someone get lonely?”

𝒽𝑜𝓁𝒾𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓉𝓈

 "Excuse me—where is my Christmas kiss?"

"I made you some hot cocoa."

''I just want you for my own.''

"You didn't have to get me anything."

“I don't remember the last time I truly enjoyed Christmas."

"Go on, open it."

"Did you spike the eggnog?"

"I can't believe you did that to Santa..."

“You're my best Christmas present this year.”

“How many Christmas lights does one person need?”

 “Shut up! Santa is real.”

“I hate winter.” 

“Aren’t you just Santa’s Little Helper?”

“Son of a nutcracker!”

"You didn’t bring date to the party, did you? Because I need someone to kiss at midnight."

 “No you don’t understand, I need a picture with Santa!”

“I can’t reach the top of the tree to put the star on.”

 “Oh the weather outside is frightful.”

“This is our first Christmas together and I want it to be special.”

“Don’t you dare buy me that.”

“Tell me what you want for Christmas.”

“Fuck it let’s just get drunk.”

 “We can build a snowman.”

“What no, that’s not daddy, that’s Santa”

“Maybe if I kiss you, you’ll feel warmer.” 

 “I can not believe the car broke down in the middle of nowhere 3 hours before it’s officially Christmas.”

“...I think we’re snowed in...”

“I hate work Christmas parties.”

“What do you mean you’re working on Christmas?!”

 “I refuse to have a baby on Christmas.”

“Call me an elf one more time!”

“It’s the most wonderful time of the year.”

 “I’m freezing, you’re warm. Hug me.”

“I don’t even have a family to celebrate with, so what’s the point?“

“Forbid Christmas? No one can forbid Christmas.”

“We can add a special ornament to the collection each year. This year's is for our future baby.”

“I’m not going to kiss you under the mistletoe.”

“Remind me why I can’t kill the carolers?”

“No one should be alone on Christmas!”

 “So you’re going to dress up as Santa.”

“You burnt the holiday cookies!”

“Wanna go skating in Central Park?”

“How can you possibly look good with snow in your hair?”

“If you throw that snowball you’re declaring war”

“You didn’t really think I’d let you spend Christmas alone, did you?”

This list is a compilation of a bunch of starters I found on tumblr so you may recognize quotes from movies and songs! I reblogged a lot of the original posts on my side blog @parkerspet​.

𝒶𝓊 & 𝓈𝑒𝓉𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓈 (optional)

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[harryspet]

Ok hear me out. What about a dark! Peter x villain! or enemy! reader smut?? Just imagine the bondage, the spanking, the hand in your throat 🔥

snitches get spankings | peter parker

[Warnings] dark peter parker x enemy!reader, noncon, web bondage, choking, spanking, aged up peter, little editing

A/N: Your wish is my command ... 

word count: 780 words

As Peter lifted the black masks from your face, you scowled. You pulled at the webs wrapped around your wrist and ankles, your blood boiling with anger. You could see your gun had been tossed to the side … if you could only get free then-

“You’re much prettier than I thought you’d be,” Peter spoke cockily. You had yet to see his face behind the red masks he wore but that mattered little to you. You wore your masks to protect yourself from statements like his. In the criminal underworld, pretty girls were only useful for the auction block. 

You didn’t respond, only spat out the blood from the mouth. 

“You put up a good fight though,” You did. You can see where his suit tore from the bullets that grazed him. Still, you were the one tied up and he was walking freely, “How about you give me some information on the men who sold you that gun?”

Your teeth gritted together, “Do I look like a snitch, spidey-boy?”

Peter’s movements were faster than light itself as he moved to grab your throat. His grip choked you and pulled him closer to where he was crouching beside you. The abandoned construction site was quiet but the sound of the city at night could be heard all around. 

“You look like someone who wants to test my patience,” Peter stated firmly, watching you struggle for air. Peter turned his head, taking a short look around, “We’re about ten floors up. Think you can survive that fall?”

Peter loosened his grip as he witnessed your face turning colors, “Fuck … you.”

Peter’s head cocked to the side, the screen inside his masks giving all the details of your life. He saw it all. The foster families you stayed with and your extensive juvenile record, “Poor little girl,” Peter sighed, “You need some saving, don’t you?”

“I don’t need anything … you can give,” You croaked out. 

You were taken aback as he suddenly reached behind his head to take off his mask. Your mind raced with a million thoughts, your surprise at his handsomeness and his youth but also the fact that he was exposing his identity to you. If he could show you his face, that meant you weren’t walking out of here alive today. 

“What a bad girl ... “ Peter looked you over and you felt his gaze burning into your tight black costume. He grabbed you suddenly, lifted your tied figure into his strong arms. You struggled wildly, screaming curses as he brought you to a wooden crate. He bent your body over the crate, your arms restrained around your back so you couldn’t pull yourself up, “Do you really want to be the villain in the story? I could help you if you helped me …”

“Let go of me!” He held you in place with one hand, the other hand starting to roam over your bottom. The fabric of your clothing was nothing to him, it was like he was tearing open candy bar, and your bottoms fell apart into shreds. 

You knew exactly where things were going but you didn’t expect the hero in the story to be doing them to you, “You piece of-” Your words were interrupted by a sharp spank to your bottom, “You.re dead! You’re fucking dead-”

With each word, each curse, he brought his strong hand down on your bottom. You tortured and killed for money yet your cheeks were heating up with embarrassment. 

Peter liked how quiet you became, how your threats became more strained. He liked how your ass changed colors most. 

He kept going, kept humiliating you until you were begging, “Stop! Please stop!”

Peter’s hand hesitated as he let out a chuckle, “Please? Bet you haven’t said that word in a long time.”

His seemingly endless assault halted but Peter wasn’t done. 

You couldn’t see him from how you were positioned and part of you was grateful for that. It didn’t last long because soon he was lifting you up from the crate and forcing you down to your knees. He held you in place as you tried to shimmy away, tears of humiliation stinging your eyes. 

His hand wrapped around your throat, bringing you closer. You felt his power radiating off of him as he stood over you. He positioned you so you were right at his crotch, looking up at him.

“Are you going to give me the info I want or do I have to stick my cock in your mouth first?”

A small sob left your mouth as you stared up at the handsome hero. You knew that both options he presented would come to fruition.

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[harryspet]

Could you possibly write some dark Bucky Barnes ? Maybe the reader is super innocent and he takes advantage of it?

party princess | bucky barnes 

[Warnings] dark bucky barnes x innocent reader, natasha x reader (sort of), nanny reader, manipulation, affair, drunk consent (dubcon?), little editing

A/N: I’m gonna be honest and say that I basically DNF’d this one-shot after working on it for awhile. I liked the idea at first but then towards the middle my interests in it got a little iffy. anyways, I hope you can still enjoy it for what it is. I’ll def try to write more stories like this in the future! 

In which married Bucky takes advantage of the birthday party princess. 

word count: 2.5k

“Okay, let’s see, who wants to have their wish granted?”

The crowd of first graders erupted but you quickly held up your hands to shush them, “Before I can use my magic on any of my little friends, I have to make sure you’re all good little girls and boys. How many of you are kind to your friends and listen to your Mommies and Daddies?”

Hands raised and you smiled, “That’s very good, my friends. If you want to be a princess like me or a prince, then are certain things you have to do. Princess’s are polite, kind, and most important of all …” A hush fell over the crowd as they listened patiently before you suddenly exploded with giddiness, “They like to sing and dance! Will you sing a song with me, friends?”

Bucky watched from behind the glass door as you twirled around on the terrace. He sipped at his bottle of beer, noting how your eyes lit up as the group of children gather around you. They wanted to touch your ball gown and have you tap them with your fairy wand so you could grant their wishes. You seemed to be in your element and you hadn’t fallen out of character once as you pranced around in your fairy princess costume. It was a character from the latest Disney junior show that his daughter had recently fallen in love with and Natasha had the idea of hiring a party princess for her fifth birthday party. 

Both Natasha and Bucky were surprised when you volunteered to do it. You loved makeup and the idea of making their daughter’s birthday spectacular seemed like fun. Besides, you had only been nannying with the Barnes family for a couple of weeks and you wanted to make even more of a good impression. 

“I’m starting to think she actually has magic,” Natasha commented, and Bucky turned to see her placing candles on their daughter’s birthday cake, “I can barely handle our baby girl alone and yet she’s tamed fifteen of them.”

“She’s really something, isn’t she?” Bucky smirked and Natasha grinned, lighting the candles. 

“Keep it in your pants for now,” Natasha stated slyly, “C’mon Daddy, let’s sing happy birthday.”

As he opened the sliding door for Natasha, she rolled out the cake and the entire terrace erupted with singing. Bucky joined along, of course, watching as his daughter grabbed your hand and dragged you over to the cake. You sang happily, encouraging her to blow out the candles and make a wish when the song had ended. 

Natasha took a million pictures of you and, out of the corner of your eyes, you could feel Mr. Barnes’ gaze on you. You hoped that meant you were doing a good job. Keeping a smile on your face for that long was quite a lot of work. You watched as the birthday girl ran up to her father and he swung her in his arms.

You had already noticed what a beautiful family they were and how incredibly lucky they were to live in such a nice part of town. You hoped to have something like this one day and to find someone as attentive as Mr. Barnes. You were holding a little girl in your lap as she was asking if you personally knew Mulan before you heard a gagging noise.

Before you knew it, icing colored vomit was dripping down the bottom of your dress. 

Her mother came quickly, swooping the little girl from your arms, “I’m so so so sorry! She must’ve had too much cake,” You only smiled, trying to hide any disgust that you felt. 

“It’s okay,” You stood, making sure the little girl wasn’t embarrassed, “Even princess’s get tummy aches. Besides, I have lots of dresses in my castle.”

You felt a hand on the small of your back and turned to see Mr. Barnes, “The princess will be back in just a moment,” He spoke to the crowd of first graders as if to say that he’d personally help out with your accident. 

“I’m just going to return to my castle for a moment, friends” You assured the little ones with a smile, as Bucky helped you with the long train of your dress. Natasha had spent a fortune on the dress just to make sure it was realistic. He helped you inside, and as the sliding glass door closed, you let out a breath of air. 

Your smile fell a little though you didn’t want to appear completely tired in front of Mr. Barnes. One hand carrying your train and the metal one on your back, he led you towards the master bedroom. At first, you blushed but then you realized that was probably where the most room was. 

“You looked like you were having fun out there,” Bucky commented. 

“It’s nice making them smile,” You spoke earnestly and part of Bucky told him to beware. You were too pure for him to dip his fingers into yet he still wanted to taste you. 

“Do you want to take off your dress?” Bucky smiled evilly as your eyes widened and your cheeks heated with embarrassment. 

It took a minute for you to realize what he was actually asking, “W-Well, the show must go on, right? I think I can just try to wipe it with a wet washcloth and hope for the best. I don’t want to let this ruin the party.”

Bucky nodded though he added, “My daughter loves you so I doubt you could ever ruin anything.” That made you genuinely smile because you knew then that the impression you were trying so hard to make was definitely good. Natasha had even said you deserved a raise before you’d gotten thrown upon. 

Bucky led you into the bathroom before he retrieved a washcloth and ran in under the sinkwater for you. You couldn’t help but admire the luxury of it all, the tall ceilings and the chandelier that hung. You could fit the size of your entire apartment in their bathroom. 

You sat down on the tub and began to scrub at your dress, “I really appreciate you guys giving me a chance. I know I didn’t have as many qualifications as the other girls,” Bucky knew you’d be grateful for that. Your interview with them was good and Natasha liked your personality but Bucky wanted you because of your beauty and youth. 

“You’re a hard worker, Y/N,” You liked the way your name rolled off his tongue like you could hear the satisfaction in each syllable. “Natasha and I were thinking … I’m not sure she’d want me to mention it yet-”

“What were you thinking?” You looked up with curious eyes, “I mean, of course, you don’t have to tell me, sorry.”

Be patient with her, Natasha had told him. But looking down at how the heart shape neckline of your dress exposed your breasts, patience was the last thing on his mind. 

“We wanted you to stay with us, join our staff full time. Nat wants to start working more and it’s hard for both of us to keep up with things around the house.”

“Really?” You perked up, your eyes wide with excitement, “I’d love that. I’d love that so much, Mr. Barnes.”

Bucky admired the light in your eyes and knew the power he held over your life. You wanted this job desperately since it was probably the best you were going to do. You’d probably do a lot to keep it as well. 

“I’m sure Nat will be glad to hear it …. and you can call me Bucky, Y/N. Might as well drop the formalities if we’re going to be getting closer.”

Closer in proximity is what you thought he meant, “Sounds good, Bucky.”

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It had been a few weeks since you’d moved into their luxurious home. It had been a complete dream especially with the huge pay raise that it had earned you. 

“Do you have a boyfriend, Y/N?” You looked up abruptly from where you were wiping down the kitchen counter. Natasha was sitting down at the island, typing away at her laptop, while she looked you over. You still had paint on your hands and on your cheek from the painting session you had with her daughter. Now the little girl was down for her night and Natasha thought it was the perfect time to get some information, “I mean, you just never mention anyone.”

“I-I don’t,” Your cheeks heated from embarrassment, “Dating isn’t really … my thing.”

“Why’s that? You’re a lovely girl, Y/N.”

Why was she saying all this? Why the sudden curiosity? Was she worried you’d bring someone around her daughter?

“I-It’s just hard. With kids, I’m confident but, with adults, not so much.”

“Bucky used to be that way,” You weren’t expecting to hear about him, “When I met him, he was very closed off. He thought dating was still like it is in the ’40s. Sure, it’s nice to settle down but everyone these days is so … open. You know what I mean?”

You tilted your head to the side, “But you and Bucky settled down?”

“Yes, we love each other and I wanted kids so it made sense. But we still like to keep things interesting. We want to make sure each of us happy.”

“How … How do you do that?”

Natasha bit down on her lip as she thought for a moment, “Let’s have a glass of wine,” She spoke, getting up from her seat.

“Oh, I don’t drink,” You rushed out nervously, “I mean, I’ve never done it before.”

She was still moving towards the wine cabinet, “There’s a first time for everything, right? C’mon have a drink with your boss.” Your boss, right. She was speaking so casually that you had almost forgotten the line between you. 

“Are you sure? What about-”

“Bucky won’t be home until late and the little one is fast asleep. We can have some girl talk, it’ll be fun. One glass won’t do any harm,” Natasha sat the two glasses on the counter before she started to pour you some red wine. 

You’d probably be good after one glass but the universe didn’t work in your favor that night. There was a second after the first glass and now you were a giggling mess. 

Natasha managed to reach into the deepest parts of your past and had you laughing at the same time. You were exactly as she had previously predicted. You had a sheltered life, you grew up disadvantaged but had religious parents. They shamed you into not doing a lot of things but Natasha manages to drill into you that “you shouldn’t be ashamed of anything you do”.

When Bucky strolled in later that night, he found you and Nat sprawled on the couch in the living room. Whatever plan Nat had was working on, it was clearly successful, “Bucky, honey, come sit with us!”

You set your glass down, realizing how comfortable you had gotten, “Don’t be shy now, Y/N,” Nat said to you as Bucky took a seat beside her, “Y/N was telling me about her love life.”

You stared at Nat in disbelief. You understood talking about this stuff with her because she was a girl but with Bucky? “It’s exciting, I hope. There are lots of people in New York.”

“A-Actually, I-”

Natasha placed a hand on Bucky’s leg, taking another sip of wine before saying, “She’s a virgin.”

Bucky looked you over with a smirk, “And I thought the fairy princess stuff was an act ... “

You weren’t sure if you should be offended so you only said, “It’s not like that. I still know things ... “

Natasha handed her glass of wine to Bucky before standing and walking to where you were sitting on the couch. She held her hands out to you and you took them hesitantly. She pulled you up so you were standing impossibly close to her, “How much do you know, honey?”

“I … “

“Don’t you want to learn some things? So you can please the man in your life?”

“You won’t be much use to your future boyfriend if you don’t know how to please him,” Bucky interjected, leaning forward. 

You hadn’t even thought of it that way …Maybe it was the wine or something because you didn’t object to their words. “I don’t think I can ... “

Natasha still held your hands as she guided you over to where Bucky was sitting, “Of course you can,” Before you knew it, she was pushing you into his lap. You felt his hands tightening on your waist and you began to panic. 

“Mr. and Mrs. Barnes-”

“It’s okay,” Natasha grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up at her as his cold hand roamed over your thigh, “We’re gonna help each other out. You can’t go the rest of your life without knowing how to please a man. How I please Bucky is with girls like you, understand?”

It was so far from anything you had ever experienced that you weren’t sure if you did understand. That didn’t stop Bucky from pressing his front to you, grabbing at your breast and rubbing circles against your nipples through your top, “Let me teach you, Y/N, I promise I won’t bite” He whispered into your ear and it must’ve been the wine that makes you whisper back, “O-Okay.”

You’d be lying if you said you never thought about Bucky in that way but the thoughts had never gone far because of Natasha. 

Natasha stepped away from a small grin on her face. After Bucky got his hands on one of the innocent dolls like you, it seemed to turn him into a complete animal in bed, and Natasha loved dealing with the consequences, “Bucky’s going to be very gentle with you, honey. Just give a shout if you need anything.”

Bucky watched as his wife stepped away, knowing he liked to watch her go. He turned his head back to you, dipping his face into your neck, starting to kiss the sensitive area there. It sent fire through you, not only to your cheeks but all over your body, “What do you know about kissing, Y/N?” Again, he could tell you were only pretending as you stuttered over your response, “Then I’m your first?”

You nodded. Nat had really hit the jackpot. He was going to thank her really well later. 

Bucky’s hand stroked your bottom lips for a moment, “Just relax,” You did your best but you couldn’t help but tense as he leaned into you and pressed his lips against yours. You thought it would be a short moment but his hands roamed over your bare legs as the tip of his tongue began to pry open your mouth. 

You let him and soon you were trying to copy his movements by moving your mouth against his. When he finally did pull away, you thought you might have totally embarrassed yourself, “Was that bad?”

Bucky immediately shook his head, “You’re a natural, baby.”

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i really wanted to write more but i kinda just lost inspo : / and I didn’t just want to not post it. 

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[harryspet]

ahh i love your writing and your dark!peter fics are the best, could we get a darkfic of peter bullying/harassing the reader and then things escalate if you know what i mean ??

rude boy | peter parker

[Warnings] dark peter parker x reader, bully peter, verbal/physical harassment, noncon/dubcon, fingering, public sex, mentions of intercourse/oral sex, peter being a jerk, fish sticks

A/N: I combined your ask with another bully peter request I got! I’ll post that asks right after this. Hope you like this!

In which Peter can’t make up his mind about whether he loves or hates you. 

word count: almost 3k

Your gaze fell down to your lap as he entered the classroom. Everyone else’s seemed to lift, admiring their classmate who famously saved the world several times. It was safe to say that the fame had gone to his head. You nervously played with the ends of your skirt as you waited for the commotion in the room to die down and for the class to start. 

That didn’t happen because an unfamiliar person slid onto the stool beside you and you lifted your head to see Peter. He gave you a bored look as he looked you over, “What’s up, fish sticks?”

Your eyes shut tightly as you winced at the name. He knew it got under your skin and loved to watch you squirm. He nudged your arm, “Hmm?” 

Everyone remembered that time in fifth grade, on the trip to the aquarium, where you threw up your packed lunch on one of the employees. Your mom had packed you fish sticks and, as you sat through one of their fun presentations, one of the presenters picked you to come up to the stage. You were shy, even back then, and as he asked you something you learned that day, you completely lost your lunch on his shoes. This all led to one of your classmates shouting, “She barfed up her fish sticks!” and laughter ensued. 

Even Peter seemed to think it was still funny, “You’re not my partner, Peter,” You said, not meeting his eyes. 

“Now I am,” Your heart skipped a beat as you heard him, “I can’t work with Ned anymore, he sucks at cooking and I need a good grade in this class.”

You looked back at Peter’s normal seat to see your family and consumer science partner sitting with Ned. You liked her and she always did her fair share of the work. You were sure the opposite would be true for Peter. 

Peter faked a smile at you, “So what are we cooking today? Fish sticks?”

You took a deep breath, your hands tapping nervously at the table, “You could try looking at the board,” You felt him scoot his stool closer to you, his body leaning over the counter. 

“I think I’ll just look at you instead,” Your breathing hitched in your throat as he leaned into your ear. Just as he did, your teacher entered the room. You thought she was a good teacher, she graded easily, and Peter must’ve been a complete idiot to not be doing well. Clearly, this wasn’t his subject of expertise. 

The room was set so each station had its own oven, stove, and appliances. This unit was all about cooking and today you were making dessert. Your teacher gave you a list of instructions before adding that you should all make sure you’re following safety protocols. 

You stood up from your stool, mostly just to get some space from Peter and walked over to grab an apron. 

The assignment went much worse than you expected. Peter refused to even lift a spoon or even wear an apron. He sat by as you did all the work, only offering to lick the spoon clean when you were finished with it. The times he got off his butt were to walk over to Ned’s table to chat with him. 

“You’re good at this,” Peter said, as you poured the batter into a cake tin. You were a little out of breath from running around to grab supplies, “You should come over and make me a sandwich sometime.”

You bit down on the inside of your cheek, trying to keep yourself from responding. 

As soon as you got your cake into the oven, you took a deep breath, taking a look at the clock to see if you were going to finish on time, “Can you chill? You’re stressing me out.”

You rested your hands against the counter, “I’m …” Your voice raised only for a moment before you lowered it, “I’m stressing you out?”

Peter noticed your frustration and smirked, “Awe, I’m joking fish sticks. You’re doing great,” He winked. 

Maybe you could talk to the teacher, tell her that you and Peter were not a good fit together. She’d ask you why you didn’t want to be partners and then you would have to tell her … and facing Peter after that would be a nightmare. You shook your head at the thought and convinced yourself you could go the rest of the semester doing the work all by yourself. 

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You were going to get into a good school, especially with the number of clubs you were a part of and the one that you created yourself. A book club because you loved reading and school was lacking one. There were four members in total including you and your friend Jess. If you wanted your club to seem serious on college applications then you needed more members. 

Jess had the idea of hanging up banners and flyers during the free period and, of course, you were all in. 

You went around the school with a ladder the janitor lent you and hung up your homemade posters. You were hanging a large banner towards the front of the school when the bell suddenly rang, ending the free period. 

“Just a few more inches to the left,” Jess instructed you and you slowly moved the poster to the position she wanted before Jess reached up to hand you the tape. 

There was something about you that Peter couldn’t quite wrap his head around. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t attracted to you. It was something about the snooty, preppy way you dressed that he a distaste for but turned him on to you at the same time. You were so intelligent but corruptible still. It was quite frustrating knowing you’d only see him as a nuisance. 

He watched the back of your legs, your skirt slightly rose as you taped up your poster. He thought about those baby pink panties you were probably wearing. 

You were admiring your work when suddenly the ladder shook and, for a moment you thought you might fall back until you barely caught yourself. A sharp shriek left your lips and the hall went silent until everyone was staring at you and then chuckling. You felt your cheeks warm as you quickly stepped down the ladder. 

You looked around the culprit and found Peter walking backward in the other direction. He smiled, “See you at book club, fish sticks!”

Your hands formed a fist at your side as you gave Jess an incredulous look. 

“Sorry,” She apologized, but you were already marching away. 

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Two weeks later, you were in a crowded subway car heading to school. Some soft pop song was playing in your headphones and you were swaying your head slightly to the music. Your eyes traveled around as you people watched.

You had done this route every day but you found yourself getting nervous now when you thought about school. Peter had seemed to take a special liking to you and wouldn’t leave you alone. He made you do all his work in family and consumer sciences and he’d make sure to shout something embarrassing at you when you saw him in the hall. 

A few days ago you were heading to your lunch table with your tray when he walked up to you, “Sit with me today,” He had told you, eyes more serious than you had ever seen them. 

“Why?” You asked.

“Because I said so,” He continued and you raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t think I can take any more fish stick jokes,” Anger settled over his features and it scared you, “No, but thank you.”

Any day before this, you would’ve said yes just because of how much he scared you. He was a superhero and what were you? Nothing. And everyone saw you that way. You were just tired of him torturing you. 

You should’ve trusted your instincts because as you walked around him, you lost your balance, and tripped over his outstretched foot. The cafeteria went quiet and you moaned in pain as you pulled yourself up. Your spaghetti was now staining your bright colored sweater.

Peter leaned down, “Forgive me for trying to be nice to you, Y/N,” He held out his hand for you to take and, you only stared at him, before standing up yourself. Jess rushed over, napkins in hand, but you were already running from the cafeteria, tears stinging your eyes. 

You shook your head as you tried to stop thinking about it. As if you had unconsciously summoned the devil, you felt a hand on your waist. You jumped, of course, and thought some middle-aged man would be standing behind you but it was even worse. 

“Turn back around,” He spoke huskily in your ear and you shook your head. His arm wrapped around you, his hand wrapping around your throat as he pulled you back into him, “Don’t struggle. Wouldn’t want to make a scene, right?”

How long had he been watching you? How long had he been following you?

Your eyes darted around, looking for anyone who had noticed what was happening to you but you saw no one. Everyone so packed together and clearly focused on whatever was going on in their busy lives. Peter’s other arm wrapped around you, under your arm, and settled on your stomach. 

You started to shake your head as his fingers trailed against the top of your skirt but his grip on your throat tightened, “What color panties are you wearing?” He whispered in your ear, “Hmmm?”

It was clearly rhetorical because, with every word you spoke, his grip tightened. You had to keep still in order to breathe. His hand slid between your skin and the waistband of your pastel skirt and he felt between your legs. A small whimper left your lips as his fingers rubbed your sex through your panties. 

His nose pressed into your hair and he took in your scent as he began rubbing circles against the fabric of your underwear. 

Peter had to see for himself if you were really what he wanted and he was tired of hiding his attraction. The confusion and tension in his mind had finally stopped. He was going to have you.

You had rarely even touched your private parts yourself so, the feeling rising in your core, felt completely foreign. A second later, he was dipping his fingers in the fabric of your panties. Your face completely warmed and you couldn't help how your body flinched at the sensation. 

“You’re mine from now on, to do whatever I please,” You ran from the feeling, from the pleasure, for as long as you could but Peter’s fingers worked like magic. Your chest heaved up and down as your breathing became more erratic. You were nearing something and that scared you even more. Peter held you steady and kept you from going anywhere and you were forced to face whatever he had unleashed inside you. 

“There you go, that’s it, Y/N,” It was a giant explosion deep inside you, and Peter moved his hand around your neck to cover your mouth as you orgasm. 

You were shaking as his fingers still played with that sensitive bulb in your panties. When he finally released you, you felt more disgusted at yourself for feeling such pleasure. 

Peter turned you around and you were so dizzy that you couldn’t even push him away as he slammed his lips against yours. Anyone around you would’ve saw it as annoying PDA by a couple of teenagers but, really, a predator had just sunk its teeth into its prey.

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You sat with Peter at lunch from the day forward. You decided it was better than him humiliating you in front of the entire student body. 

You weren’t sure what exactly you were to him. He seemed to want a personal punching bag as well as the intimacy you could provide. He’d tease you constantly, especially in front of his friends, but he’d want to make you cum right after being the jerk he was. 

He’d invite himself over to your house so you could help him with a school project or rather have you do it for him. Then he would … use his tongue against your private parts and make you lay with him for hours. 

One weekend, while you were walking home from a late-night study session at Jess’s house, a figure landed right in front of you. You hated how he loved to make his entrances by scaring you. Completely clad in his red and blue suit, Peter looked you up and down, “Why are you out walking so late?”

You took a cautious step back, “My apartment is three blocks away.”

“I’m aware and that doesn’t answer my question.”

“Can I at least have the weekends to myself, Peter?”

Peter cocked his head to the side and you wished very much to see whatever devilish look was. As he took a step forward, you took another backward, which caused him to laugh, “I’m offended, Y/N. I’m just a friendly neighborhood spider-man trying to help a poor, lost girl find her way home. There are sickos out this late.”

“Peter-”

Peter suddenly raised his hand and you saw a web shoot out into the distance. Before you could follow where it led, Peter’s arms were around you, and you were flying with him in the air. You squeezed him for dear life, your lungs unleashing every scream within you, as your stomach rose and fell with the swinging motion. 

When you finally landed on your feet, you were standing on the fire escape just outside your bedroom. You lost your balance but Peter was there to catch you again. Peter pulled off his masks and you saw his tired face and messy hair beneath it. 

He smiled at you, “Gonna puke, fish sticks?”

You tried to pull away from him, anger boiling up inside of you, “I-I hate you! I hate you, Peter!”

Tears were streaming down your cheeks and you were punching at his chest. It had no real effect on him and he simply grabbed your hands and held them in place. He pulled your hands down and pulled your forward, kissing you hard. 

You seemed to calm as his soft lips moved against yours. You hated it but it did. Your hands calmed and he let them go. Peter’s brown eyes narrowed into yours when he finally pulled away. He grabbed your face then, “I’m sorry to hear that, Y/N,” He wiped a tear away from your face, “But I don’t think I can let you go just yet.”

He kissed you again and you started to move your lips against his. It was easier that way. You stayed there for a long time, your lips on his, as your tears began to dry. He wasn’t going to leave you be so you thought you might as well enjoy it. The most popular boy in school, in New York, wanted you. Shouldn’t that make you feel good?

Peter moved to open your window, “Peter … my parents.”

“I’ll be quiet,” Peter insisted as he slipped inside. You did the same and you watched as Peter slowly shut it back. 

You moved over to the bed, taking off your backpack, and preparing for what Peter usually wanted to do. You looked up, surprised when you saw he was taking off the suit … all the way. 

“Peter, I’ve never-”

He shushed you, “I haven’t either,” That surprised you to hear. He approached you on the bed, only wearing his boxers, and your eyes raked in his exquisite physique. A lot has changed for him in the last few years, “But I’m sure I can figure it out.”

He kneeled down by your feet and took his time removing your shoes and then your socks. He wanted to take his time admiring you and this made you feel like a piece of art, “Why me?” You asked hesitantly.

“I have this awareness of my surroundings, like something in the back of my mind,” You weren’t expecting an honest answer but Peter’s eyes were completely earnest, “When I’m around you, it goes haywire and when I don’t have it, I’m vulnerable. I hate that.”

“So you do this to me b-because you hate me?”

Peter stood up, leaning forward as he pushed you down towards the bed. You slowly moved back towards your headboard as Peter crawled on top of you, “Not anymore. I like feeling certain things … when my defenses are down.”

His face was hovering above yours now, his fingers trailing over the waistband of your underwear. He started to pull them down and you stared with wide eyes because he didn’t even look away from you.

“Oh,” was all that left your mouth as he spread your legs. Everything about him confused you but it was useless to argue with him. You reached up to touch his shoulder which surprised him, to say the least. You touched the skin there and then the hardness of his chest. 

Peter tossed your underwear to the side, positioning himself between your legs. His eyes darkened as he looked at you and, suddenly, he was pinning your hands above your head. He kissed you as he used his other hand to pull down his boxers, letting his member spring free. He rubbed its tip against your sensitive bulb, trailing it up and down to tease you. 

When he finally entered you, it was slow and patient despite the hungry look in his eyes. He watched as you winced and moaned in pain as he stretched you for the first time. He’d bury himself deep inside of you for the rest of his life if he could. He’d make you tighten around him as he gave you orgasm after orgasm. 

“You make me feel human again, Y/N,” Peter grunted into your ear. After all, he had lived through and what he was meant to go through now, he’d use you to bring him down to earth. You were a toy, a tool, but maybe you could learn to enjoy the closeness. The intimacy.

Human. 

Peter both desired and despised the feeling. 

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[harryspet]

could you write something where harry or sebastian is an officer at a prison and takes advantage of an inmate? maybe he threatens to postpone her release date?

you’ve got time | sebastian stan

[Warnings] dark sebastian stan x reader, noncon sex, oral (female recieving), prison au, CO sebastian, manipulation, blackmail, mom reader, little editing

A/N: I pretty much did your request straight forward! I hope you like it. Reader is 18+ TRIGGERING CONTENT AHEAD

In which you’re in prison and a CO named Sebastian Stan takes advantage of you.

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word count: 2.5k

You were finally starting to make it in there. You hadn’t had to join a gang or find a girlfriend that was willing to protect you. You’d made friends, actually, and you were surprised by just how nice they were. You could do eight more months. That was no time compared to the girls who had twenty years left on their sentences. You could survive here. 

“He likes you,” Leah said, shuffling the deck of cards you were all playing with. It was recreation time and your group liked to sit around one of the picnic tables, in the shade, because of the hot summer. 

You looked around the table and the girls all nodded. They were all shapes and sizes, different races, and a lot were older than you. 

“What?” You asked, your eyebrows furrowed. 

“Officer Stan,” She nodded in the direction behind you and you turned your head. Across the cement courtyard, you saw him standing in his navy blue uniform. He was classically handsome, his muscles protruding through the fabric of his shirt, but the look on his face was completely monotone. 

You’d noticed him before but you didn’t think that he had noticed you. Not until your eyes connected and he didn’t let go of your gaze until you turned back around. It was like he was staring into your soul and you felt a shiver run down your spine. 

“See?” She continued. 

“All he did was look at me,” You insisted. 

“He’s been looking at you for ten minutes. He’s supposed to rotate every five,” Leah spoke as she passed out all the cards around the table. 

“Go talk to him. Ask him who he’s gonna give the TV remote to in the day room,” An older lady spoke up, “If I looked like you, I’d made all the CO’s do whatever I wanted.”

You were sure that wasn’t how things actually worked. You couldn’t just use your looks to get what you wanted. Ultimately, they were the officers and they had the power, “I can’t get written up,” You responded. 

“It’s just flirting, baby,” Leah grabbed the cards from your hand and slammed them back on the table, “If we miss another episode of Grey’s Anatomy, we’ll never catch up! You want to play, go talk to him.”

Your lips pressed into a thin line of frustration, “I have someone on the outside.”

“Don’t we all,” The older woman sitting across from you said, “What your man doesn’t know, won’t hurt him.”

You had lied and stole on the outside for your family and yet the act of walking up him was making your heart race. You stood up from the table and all the ladies began to clap and cheer you on. You looked back at them with a scowl as you made your way, the sun beating down on you, and your palms sweating. 

You tried to look your best in prison. You made sure to shave when you could, you used color pencils to make eyeliner and you had a girl who painted your nails in exchange for packets of ramen. 

Few things surprised Sebastian but, he had to admit, he never expected you to make a move. He’d had plenty of girls who tried to get things out of him from passing notes to sex and drugs. He’d turned them all down but you … he had no idea what he was going to do with you. 

You rolled up your white sleeves, your bright orange top wrapped around your waist. 

“Good morning,” You greeted him, unsure of how exactly you were going to accomplish this. 

“What can I help you with, inmate?” He spoke calmly, his New York accent thick. 

Inmate, your mind thought over the word. You had almost forgotten the rest of the world had forgotten you were still human. 

You began to regret even letting them convince you to do this, “I-I … Uhm. I was wondering-” You cleared your throat, “I was wondering how your day was going. It must be hard … standing out in the sun.”

Sebastian was quiet for a moment, trying to narrow down your motives, “I don’t recall you ever being interested in my day before, inmate.”

You smiled awkwardly, “Well, today you just look especially … approachable.”

“And I don’t normally look approachable?” Your mouth dropped open a little bit as you struggled to find the words to respond. 

“I’m sorry, I’m gonna go,” You turned to walk away and you heard him chuckle. 

“What’s the real reason, inmate? Why are your friends staring me down?”

You liked his laugh. It made him seem more human. You turned back to him, playing with your nails as you tried to think of an excuse, “They want the remote control in the dayroom on Tuesday,” You explained, deciding not to lie. 

He nodded his head, understanding, “I see, and then sent you to convince me?” You nodded, your cheeks heating up with embarrassment, “They’re smart, I’ll give them that.”

“I understand if-”

“They can have the remote. On Tuesday,” Your eyes widened and a real smile spread across your face. Sebastian noted it, how beautiful you were and how you were trying so hard to keep your group of friends. He knew how hard it was for the inmates who isolated themselves, “I hope you can make it up to me some time, Y/L/N.”

You didn’t think much of it at the time but you only thanked him, hurrying off to tell your group that you had made a huge score. By the time you looked back, Officer Stan had shifted his position and he was gone. 

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From then on, you noticed CO Stan everywhere. When you were in the cafeteria when you were leaving the showers, and especially when you were working your job in the laundry room. Your friends told you over and over that he probably had a crush on you but you never believed them. 

He started talking to you more and more and part of you, that part of you that was missing a man’s touch, enjoyed his company. He watched as you did hours and hours of folding laundry which was more strenuous than it looked but it earned you ninety cents an hour. 

“How much time do you have left?” He asked you. 

“Eight months,” You answered, still hard at work, noticing him out of the corner of your eye. 

“What are you going to do when you get out?”

You’d had plenty of time to think about is but you hadn’t even admitted it out loud. No one could afford to come and visit you and your friends only talked about gossip, “First, I’m going to get my son from his Dad’s mom. She thinks my kid is hers … she’s a nightmare. Then I’m going to move in with my sister and get my life together. She has a salon now so I’m gonna work there.”

Sebastian nodded, thinking your plan sounded decent. He still knew in the back of his mind that it was more likely you’d re-offend in a couple of months but it seemed like you had a good head on your shoulders. 

“You should do makeup too,” He said, “You always seem to make yourself look good, even without any tools.”

You glanced back at him, a soft smile on your face, “You think?” Sebastian nodded, a smirk on his lips, and you turned back, “Thank you.”

“Call me Sebastian,” You hesitated before nodding. Even though there were two other workers in the room, it seemed like it was only the two of you in the universe. 

“Thank you, Sebastian,” You said instead, “Did you always want to work in a place like this?”

He shook his head, smiling a bit, “I wanted to be an astronaut when I was little,” You laughed at that. You never dreamed big like that. You never even thought you’d make it to the age you were now, “But, now, I just want to do something meaningful, you know?”

“I think that’s great,” You told him, “A lot of the CO’s don’t even wanna be here and that’s what makes them assholes. But you … you’re nice.”

You felt him move away from the wall where he was leaning, his steps getting closer. He rested his hand on the metal table you were working on and you heard him say, “Kelly, Torres, you’re dismissed. Go to dinner,” It was moments like this that you remembered the difference between the two of you. You watched the two other women scurry off and you flashed him a confused look. 

He was grinning at you but there was something dark in his eyes, “We weren’t even done yet-”

“What about your baby’s Dad?” He asked which caught you off guard, “You didn’t mention him in your plan.”

You took a step to your side, creating more space, as you continued to fold uniforms, “He’s the one who gave my son to his mother. It’s hard for me to trust him so I … we’re not together right now.”

“But you want to be?” Sebastian continued, taking a step closer to you. 

“Maybe when we both have our lives together … I think I would want that,” You spoke honestly, your heart starting to pound in your chest. 

Sebastian hummed, “... What if you met someone who already had their life together? Someone who could take care of you and your son?”

You looked over him, frightened at what he might be implying, “Sebastian … what are you saying?”

He reached out, brushing a strand of your hand behind your ear. You froze but, as he leaned into you, you panicked. You pushed him away, and he fell back a step, looking up with frustration in his eyes, “I’m sorry!” You covered your mouth as your eyes widened, “I didn’t mean-”

Sebastian’s head turned to the side, “You’re saying that because you don’t want a write-up.”

“You tried to kiss me ... “

He shrugged, “You pushed an officer. That’s more than a write-up, Y/N.”

He stalked closer to you, grabbing you roughly by the arm and pulling you into him, “You wouldn’t … not after everything, right?”

“I’d do it to protect you,” He insisted, “If you got out, you’d probably run back to your boyfriend, and then what? You’d end up back in here a few weeks later.”

“You don’t even know me!” You tried to pull away from him and he only held you tighter. You were sure he was going to bruise you.

“I know enough,” He growled, pressing himself against you. He leaned down and you felt his breath tickle your ear. You cried out as he bit down on your ear and then started to place kisses there. You struggled even more, almost getting your knee high enough to nail his private parts but he slammed you against the table, “Assaulting a correctional officer, that’s a class four felony. I wonder how long they’d add to your sentence. A year? Two? How old is your son again?”

You thought your heart might stop. 

You shook your head, “O-okay, just p-please … ,” You began to beg, stuttering over your words and you felt his grip loosen a bit, “I-I’ll do what you want.”

You felt him relax and, as if he hadn’t just turned into a cruel monster, he began to kiss your neck gently. He was psychotic, you were sure of it, and you were now at his mercy. If you wanted to go home in eight months, you’d do anything he said.

You could sense how hungry was for you as he kissed your skin. You tried not to think about how handsome he was, how you’d be interested in him if he wasn’t an officer. As his lips pressed against yours, you were still and he hated that. He grabbed your hair, pulling it back and causing you to yelp, “Kiss me back,” He commanded against your lips. 

You nodded, moving your lips against his, hoping his grip on your hair would loosen and it did, “You’re so fucking beautiful,” He said, lifting you onto the metal table like you were a sack of potatoes, “Take your shirt off. And your bra.”

He started to unbutton his navy shirt as he watched you. You tried to keep your breathing steady and tears from falling as you lifted the orange top. He was already hard for you and, pretending that you were willing, was making him want you more. 

You looked away from him as you began to undo your bra. It wasn’t anything special, a boring shade of white that someone grandmother would probably wear. He didn’t seem to mind as your breasts were exposed to him. 

You noticed his muscular chest as he slipped off his uniform shirt and his white undershirt. Then, he was taking off the belt that held all the weapons they allowed him. As he dropped them to the side, he went back to ravishing you, grabbing at your breast as he kissed you.

“I’ll take care of you, Y/N,” He spoke as he started pulling at your pant bottoms. He pulled your panties with them, exposing your bare bottom to the extremely cold table, “You won’t need anyone else.”

As soon as your bottoms were off, he spread your legs open, grabbing tightly onto your thighs as he lowered his body. He pulled you to the edge of the table, his head dipping between your legs, and placing kisses on your thighs. You bit down on your bottom lip, thinking about how long it had been since anyone had touched you that way. 

He kissed all the way down your thigh until he reached your sex, then his tongue danced between your lips, licking up and down your slit. You tried to run from it but he only gripped you tighter. He lapped at your sensitive bulb and you felt your breathing getting even faster. 

You gripped the edge of the table as he easily brought you over your cliff’s edge. The moan escaped your lips, you couldn’t help it, and that only encouraged Seb, “So responsive,” He stood back up, positioning himself between your legs as he undid his zipper, reaching into his underwear to grab his hard member. 

You didn’t look down, your face already showing your embarrassment but Sebastian grabbed your face in his strong hands. He made you watch his face as he positioned himself at your entrance, sliding into you. His blue eyes narrowed into yours as he began to push himself in and out.

He let go of your face, wrapping his arm around you so that you pressed into him as he thrust into you. He wasn’t gentle for long and began to pound into you. You found yourself holding onto his bicep as claimed you fiercely. You lost track of time, track of your entire reality, as the pleasure clouded your mind.

You yelped with each thrust and Sebastian tucked his head into your neck as he grunted, “You’re. Mine. Y/N,” He moaned each word with each final thrust, before pulling out, and covering your thighs with his warm serum. He leaned against the table, breathing heavily as he placed his lips on yours once again. 

“Fuck,” He breathed, knowing he was going to enjoy you for a long while. Until your sentence was up and then he’d make sure you were his on the outside too.

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good things take time | sub!peter parker

[Warnings] sub! peter parker x dom! reader, older reader, smuuut, post-endgame peter, aged up peter, oral sex (female receieving), premature ejaculation, little editing

A/N: sorry for any typos! this an idea I got from an anon!

In which Peter returns after the blip to find that his girlfriend is both older and more experienced than he is. 

word count: 1.1k

“Peter, why are you on my balcony?”

“I have to talk to you,” He rushed out, stumbling inside the window to your apartment. You had just gotten out the shower, your hair still a bit damp, and your floral, silk rob wrapped around your newly lotioned body.

As Peter took in your appearance, he realized the difference between the two of you once again. He was disheveled, grieving from Tony’s death, and you had your life together as well as a great job. 

“Peter, we discussed this,” You sighed, crossing your arms, “Things are not the same as they used to be and I can’t get involved with a high school senior! I have a good job now and a reputation to uphold.”

Peter could tell by the spacious living room he was standing in. He still had no idea of the trials and tribulations it took for you to get there. 

Peter took a step forward, “It can’t just be over,” You thought his voice might break, “To me, we were in love just a few weeks ago. I was finally getting used to working with Mr. Stark and school was good too. Everything was good and then … I’m sorry, I just ….”

Looking at him reminded you of a simpler time. Things were hard back then but you were young and you had Peter looking out for you. You had learned to live without him but was it fair to make him do the same? 

“I’m sorry,” He apologized, cutting through the silence, “I shouldn’t have come-”

“I’m not like how I used to be,” You stepped closer to him, your hands playing with the strap of your robe, “Not as innocent as I once was. It’s been a long five years, Peter.”

Peter’s eyes seemed to widen, watching your fingers. His heart was already racing, the blood already rushing to his penis, “Oh,” Was all he could manage. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck, your body now pressed closer to his. Peter tried his best not to look down at the exposed sides of your breasts as he stared into your eyes, “I could teach you what I’ve learned if you want to know.” 

Peter nodded quickly, “Y-Yeah.” His eagerness made you smirk. 

As you leaned into his lips, Peter froze. It started with a peck like you’ve done before, but you began to move your lips against his. Peter had never kissed like this but he tried to mimic your actions. Your hands trailed down his shoulder and then to his waistband. 

You moved to reach into his waistband but he pulled away from you suddenly, “Sorry,” He immediately rushed out, his cheeks bright red, “I just … can … c-can you teach me how to please you first?”

You smiled at that, “Take off your clothes,” Peter stared back at you, his eyes wide, “Now.”

Peter was nervous but his movements were still eager as he slipped off his hoodie. He was muscular but his skin was smooth and young, unlike the older men that you had slept with. It reminded you of his innocence 

He slipped off his shoes and jeans and, as he stood up straight, he noticed that your robe had fallen down. Peter paused again, taking in your appearance. Even before the snap, he had never seen you naked and now he was practically a kid in a candy store. He wanted to touch every part of your body. 

As he took a step closer to you, you took one back. You fell onto the living room’s loveseat, slowly spreading your legs. Peter was practically drooling at this point, his brown eyes hungry with lust. 

You beckoned him closer before saying, “Get on your knees, baby.”

He did as you said, bending down between your legs. You leaned forward grabbing one of his hands and bringing it to your breast. Peter felt them in his hands, his thumb rolling around your nipples in a curious manner. You grabbed his other hand, doing the same, letting him feel your nipple growing harder. 

“To do it right,” You had to stop yourself from biting down on your lip, “You have to do a lot teasing. Kiss down my body till you get between legs.”

Peter did as you said and loved every moment of it. He leaned into you, kissing down your stomach, above your vagina, on your thighs, and then he left small kisses on your inner thigh, “I-Is that good?” 

“Perfect, baby.” He could tell you were wet, glistening in the dim light of the living room. 

You spread your legs more for him, “Go for it, baby. Lick all the way up and down then … just listen to your instincts.”

Peter buried himself between your legs, taking in your scent and the taste of you. He licked up and down your slit, teasing you even more. Peter hadn’t felt this right in a long while, “Just like that,” You encouraged him as he started to pay extra special attention to your sensitive bulb. 

You couldn’t be still anymore after that, your hips ground into him so much that Peter had to grip your thighs to keep himself study, “Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop,” You commanded, moaning at the sensation. 

Peter was rock hard but he had yet to touch his own cock. He was too focused on you but that didn’t stop the pleasure he was filling himself. It was overwhelming his every sense. 

“You don’t stop when a girl cums, you stop when-” You moaned loudly, “You stop when she pulls you away from her because she can’t take it anymore.”

Peter understood and as you reached your shuddering climax, he kept lapping at you, still hungry as before. You smiled a wicked smile but you suddenly noticed him groaning, a shudder rippling through him just like it did for you. You scooted away from his grasp, watching as the boy grunted heavily, gasping for air. 

Your smile grew even wider, “Did you just cum?”

He looked up at you, his face completely bright, “I-I’m sorry and I think I got it on your carpet … just give me a moment-”

He came without even touching his cock. He came just was from eating out. You had been with a lot of guys over the last few years but you had never seen anything like that. 

You leaned forward and smashed your lips on his. Peter kissed back, this time with a little more knowledge of what you did. He gaped at you as you pulled away, “We’re going to have fun together, Peter.”

Peter was overjoyed.

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CAMP KISSLESS | peter parker

[WARNINGS] dark peter parker x reader (Y/N), virgin reader, noncon sex, outdoor/car sex (public?), peter isn’t very friendly neighborhood spidery in this

A/N: I’ve wanted to do a camp au for a little while so that’s why I chose this setting! This ended up being way longer than I thought it would be. Read at your own risk.

In which your the new camp counselor and you’re excited to start your job but Peter has other plans for your summer.

word count: 2.7k

It was gonna be a great summer. 

It wasn’t your first summer at Camp. No, your parents drove you to upstate New York every summer since you were eight and you stayed at Camp Moonfall for three weeks out of the summer. You always made the best memories there but, now that you were older, you were saving up for college next semester. Now that you were eighteen, you felt responsible enough to get a job and of course, Peter put in a good word for you. 

You remembered the summer before, all the counselors had let you join them around the fire since you were older. That’s when the game of never have I ever happened and that’s when you changed the way you looked at Peter. You always thought he was cute but with him smiling around all his friends, the firelight illuminating his skin, you developed a small crush. He was a year older than you and you remembered saying how you were going to miss him during your Senior Year. 

He smiled at you, of course, and your heart fluttered. 

It was in that game that everyone learned your secret about how you hadn’t even had your first kiss yet. They looked at you, shocked, and you would’ve preferred if they had just teased you rather than pitied you. You didn’t care that you hadn’t had your first kiss because you were waiting for magic. You wanted to settle for nothing less. 

“So who’s first on your list?” Peter had asked you and you raised an eyebrow. He turned his marshmallow over the fire, letting it brown, “Your kiss list? Who’s your dream first kiss?”

“Thor, I think,” You joke to Peter and he only rolled his eyes. 

“Haha, Y/N,” He spoke sarcastically, “But I’m serious, who’s number one?” For a moment, looking in his eyes, you could’ve sworn he wanted you to say him. 

“I don’t have one,” You slouched back in your chair, “Whoever it is, I want them to be the one I marry.”

All of their eyes turned to you, even Peter as if you had said something offensive, “What?” you asked. 

“You should save it for as long as you can, Y/N?” MJ said across from you, easing the tension, “High school boys are Satan's spawn. And I hear college boys aren’t far off.”

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For the first day of camp, your outfit consisted of a tie-dyed t-shirt and a pair of running shorts. You had dreamed of carrying the clipboard you now possessed. Along with the wooden whistle around your neck, you felt complete.

MJ pointed at a gray minivan parked in a long line of cars where parents were unpacking their kids, “Y/N, can you check them in?” You immediately nodded 

She remembered her training, all eight hours of it, and took a deep breath as she approached the family. The Dad was lugging things out of the trunk and the mom was rustling around with her triplets. 

“Good morning, campers! I’m Y/N” You greeted them with a wide smile, hands tight around your clipboard. The kids didn’t seem to care much about you but you could get used to that, not every child was gonna fall in love with you, “Hope you all are excited for the best three weeks of your year. Can I get the last name?”

“We’re the Nelson’s,” The woman muttered, clearly not excited to hear your chipper voice this early in the morning. She pointed to each child and named them off. 

You looked down the long list of names and easily found the three Nelson’s. You took a look at each boy, knowing you’d have to remember all of them, “There, found ya! Are these all of their things?”

The father nodded, three suitcases and several pool noodles on the ground, “You got a bellhop, Betty?” He spoke, clearly not bothered to know your name. 

You looked down, still trying to smile wide as you crossed off the names, “Uhm, if you carry your things over there, someone will be there to carry their things to their cabin. Someone will also be there to take the boys down by the lake and they can join in the welcome festivities. You guys can say goodbye there and that’s when your vacation begins, Mom and Dad.”

You expected a smile or a nod of approval but you got cold stares, “We want to make sure they get settled in and see where they will be living. You can’t expect us to say goodbye now.”

Your smile fell a little bit but you kept your composure, “Well, here at Camp Moonfall, we want to keep the goodbyes short. When you took the tour, you were able to see the campsite. It’s very safe. We just find it’s easier for kids to adjust without the big, emotional goodbyes. It helps the homesickness when you start the fun right away,” You thought your smile would somehow lift their spirits but it only crushed yours. 

“Could you stop smiling like an idiot? You’re an adult, aren’t you? They must be hiring the mentally incompetent here, Diane,” The father said to the mother. 

Your heart sank and your lips parted to say something but the words didn’t leave, “I’m going to that cabin, sweetheart. Do you know what it’s like to give birth to triplets? I spent nine months with these kids and you aren’t gonna rip them away from me. I was in labor for twenty hours!”

“I-I didn’t mean to upset you. I’m just telling you the camp policy. We just find that it works best-”

The dad interrupted, mimicking your voice, “We just find that it works best. God, Diane, I told you this was a bad idea.”

“My mother said this would be a good experience for them!” The Mom yelled back at the husband, she held her boys closer to her, “The boys are not staying here. It seems like there’s something in the water here anyways …” The woman scowled at you. 

“I-I can g-get my supervisor-”

“And now she’s stuttering,” The father rolled his eyes, starting to grab their things and put them back in trouble, “Get in the car boys.”

How could your first time at this have gone so wrong? You clutched the clipboard to your chest, tears stinging your eyes. 

A second later you felt a hand on your shoulder, “What’s going on, Y/N?” He looked at the family then back at you. 

You just shook your head. He could tell you were about to start bawling, “Hey, hey, it’s okay. Go back to your Cabin and collect yourself,” You nodded and instantly walked away. 

You heard Peter talking to the family, hoping to solve the issue so that the boys didn’t miss out on camp because of their crazy parents.

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“I did it. I saved the triplets,” Peter entered the girl counselor’s cabin, a soft grin on his face. He saw where you were laying on your twin bed and sat down on the edge, “I might regret it later because the funny looking one with the mo-hawk looks like a biter.” 

You didn’t laugh, just pressed your face further into the pillow. Peter’s hand rested on the small of your back. You felt him start to rub circles there and that level intimacy enticed you as much as it scared you.

“I suck,” You spoke but it came out muffled. 

“You don’t suck,” Peter insisted, “They sucked, hard,” That made you laugh. You turned your body to look at him and his hand moved to your waist, “You’re gonna have a good rest of the day. You’re gonna go swimming, eat hotdogs, and play way too many rounds of hide and seek. It’s gonna be awesome and you’re gonna have to perk up if you want to steal my title as everyone’s favorite counselor.”

You snorted, “Really? I recall Ned being everyone’s favorite last year.”

Peter faked a frown, “The man can make a mean s’ more.” 

Absentmindedly, your hand touched his and you moved it away quickly. Too quickly, “You’re right,” you coughed awkwardly, “Today will be good.”

Something clicked, you could see it in his eyes that something had shifted. 

“Do you want to come on a drive with me tonight, after everyone’s in bed. I have a view I want to show you.”

“Isn’t that not allowed?”

“I’m head counselor, Y/N. Plus, I’m Spiderman. Who’s gonna fire me?” 

You rolled your eyes, “Fine, but we’re back before midnight.”

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For such a techy guy, Peter’s car was more run down than you expected, “What? She’s a passion project,” He said, touching the dash as if he believed the car was actually a person. 

Peter was right, you had a great day. The kids loved you and you even had one of Ned’s famous s' mores. You had a feeling the night might even get a little better. The way Peter was looking at you was how you’d always wanted to be looked at by someone. 

The car turned on onto a dirt road and it seemed you were on it for ten minutes before suddenly a valley opened up before you. Peter parked the car so the trunk was facing an amazing view. You got out of the rusty truck with your flashlight shining for extra light. You really didn’t need it because the moon was full and the stars were shining so bright.

They illuminated the valley and the beautiful mountain range in front of you, “Wow,” your mouth formed an ‘o’ shape and Peter looked at you as if you were the cutest thing in the world. 

“Just wait,” Peter opened up the back of the pick-up trunk and there laid a bunch of blankets and pillows. He kicked off his shoes, climbing in and setting the lantern down. He patted the spot beside him, “You can see the stars better if you lay down.”

You would’ve thought this idea was the most romantic thing in the world if you didn’t get so terrified at that moment. This was like … a date. At least, to her, these weren’t things normal friends did. Not when they held your waist and looked at you like that. 

You played with your fingernails, “Uhm..” Your voice trailed off. 

Peter had already laid down, expecting you to join him. He sat up on his elbows, “Y/N?”

You could do this. 

You climbed up into the truck, crawling beside him but leaving a few feet in between you. You let the small lantern keep you separated, “D-Did you only bring me here because of what happened earlier, Peter?”

You looked up at the stars and it was breathtaking.

“No,” Peter laughed nervously. “I just … It just made me realize something.”

“Realize what?”

You turned your head and realized he was already looking at you, “That I wanted to get to know you. You were still nice to those people even after they were so rude to you. It made me …” His voice trailed off and his eyes shut as if he didn’t want to admit what was next, “It made me want to protect you.”

Was this it? The magic you always wanted. 

“You don’t … y-you, don’t have to protect me, Peter.”

He laid his hand out and you surprise yourself when you pressed your hands to his, “But I want to,” He said. 

“I don’t know how to do things like this,” You admitted. 

“It’s okay, I can show you,” Peter said quickly, “Not that I’m super experienced either. But, as you can see, I’m pretty good at choosing romantic locations.”

You blushed and he interlaced your fingers. 

You laid there for a while, pointing out constellations and making jokes about the new ones you made up. 

“There, I found it!” Peter pointed up but there were so many stars that you couldn’t tell which one he was looking at. 

“What is it?”

“It’s you, can’t you see it?” You shook your head, leaning closer to him so you could try to see from his perspective. As you moved closer, Peter turned his head towards you, “Take my word for it, it’s as beautiful as you look right now.”

You looked at him too and you stared until Peter leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on your lips. Magic. This was magic. You weren’t sure how to move your lips but you just pressed yourself further into him. 

As you pulled away to catch your breath, you smiled, “Was that good?”

Peter nodded, “Yeah,” and he pressed his lips against yours again, his hand on your waist, “I’ve wanted to do that since last summer.”

You pulled away, “You’ve liked me for that long?” 

He tried to kiss you again, pulling your body into his, “Of course, you’re so beautiful … and innocent.” And naive, you thought. You didn’t want him to think of you as innocent. You didn’t want that to be the reason he liked you. 

You pressed a hand to his chest, trying to create distance, “Peter, maybe we should go back now. What if someone notices we’re gone?” He held you tighter and your heart raced, “Peter, I-I think we’re moving too fast.”

“This is what people who like each other do, Y/N?” He buried his head into your neck and began to kiss the skin there, “You don’t like me?” His breath on your neck sent shivers down your spine. 

“P-Please, please, Peter,” You begged, struggling against him. He soon was on top of you and, as you tried to escape his grasps, he pinned your arms above your head. You screamed for help and Peter only frowned. 

“No one’s gonna hear you,” He sounded annoyed. Who was this boy above you? Was he always a wolf in sheep’s skin? All these years? 

“Peter, you saved me today,” You tried to reason with him, “Don’t do this.”

He held your legs down as he ripped off your shorts with ease, “White panties? I should’ve known,” This was what he wanted. To steal your innocence and to hold that title forever. He spread your legs with his own. 

His eyes hovered above your own, his eyes staring right into, “What do you think people will believe? This story or that an innocent little girl like you wanted to lose her virginity with the boy she’s always had a crush on. Who do you think they’ll believe, you or me?”

You cried out but he shushed you by forcing his lips on you. You bit his lip and he pulled away, fuming and his grip on your wrist tightened, “We’re gonna have fun these three weeks,” He pulled off your panties next, stuffing them into your mouth to muffle your screams, “I’ll be gentle if you stop struggling, Y/N. I know it’s your first time.”

He positioned himself between your legs, pulling down his own shorts before feeling your sex with his fingers. He tested your reaction, watched you flinch as he stimulated that foreign part of your body, “I bet you haven’t even masturbated,” Peter growled, “Jesus.” He could probably finish just with the idea of you being so tight. 

He positioned himself at your entrance and you felt just how hard he was. You closed your eyes tight but they shot open as he slowly entered you. You struggled but that only made it worse. You were still, the pain ripping through your lower region. Tears were spilling out of your eyes. 

He didn’t need to hold you down anymore, his body was pressed against yours now and you felt too helpless to fight it anymore, “You’re gonna be mine, Y/N,” Peter whispered in your ear, tasting your tears with his tongue, “Only mine.”

As he rubbed your sensitive area and moved in and out, you hated that you were getting used to it. You hated that it was starting to feel pleasure. Peter noticed that you were getting wet and that only made him start to thrust his hips faster. 

Something began building in your core and you thought you might explode. Your body convulses and your breathing becomes even more rapid. You tightened around Peter’s member, milking his climax out of him as you did the same but against your will. Peter slammed his hand down beside your head, groaning loudly as he finished inside of you.

You were his for the rest of camp and you were not to tell anyone what happened. 

“This is gonna be such a good summer, Y/N.”

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Can we get a drabble on how the reader's cell gets shifted and she came to sleep in Steve's arms like a protected yet caged bird? It doesn't have to be that night, it could be any time she sleeps with Steve. Probably some smut if you don't mind 😁 I saw that you are willing to take requests for this and I couldn't hold back. Love your stories ❤️

“I know you’re tired.”

“I’m not,” You didn’t meet his eyes as you stared through the bars of the tiny window. You had to step onto the metal toilet in order to see through it but it had become one of your favorite past times. 

You looked back to see that Steve wasn’t even looking at you but sitting on the bottom bunk, flipping through a newspaper. He had said before that it helped him feel like time was passing. 

The world going on just depressed you even further. Instead, you watched the miles and miles of nothing that surrounded you. 

You were beginning to zone out, your eyelids growing heavy when arms suddenly wrapped around your waist, lifting you away from the movie, “It’s bedtime, little one.”

You frowned, disliking how he could so easily toss you around like a sack of potatoes. 

“I said I wasn’t tired,” You resisted but his grip only tightened as he set you down on the bed. The top bunk was basically an ornament to him because he didn’t allow you to use it. 

He grabbed your shoes, setting them to the side, as he settled in behind you. The small bed was barely big enough for him alone so you always ended up pressed right against him. 

Your bottom pressed against his crotch, his arms wrapped tightly around you, it was yet another reminder of who you belonged to, “Steve, please,” you whined.

He shushed you, “Just relax,” His warm breath on your ear sent a shiver down your spine. He nuzzled himself into you and you tried to force your body to relax, “You need your rest.”

You’d never admit it to him but, once you got over your initial anxiety, you’d been having the best sleep since you’d gotten here. In the cell by yourself you were always cold, crying, and you had nightmares on most nights. 

You drifted off easily, accepting his warmth and protection. 

Hours later, you were still wrapped in his warmth but a strange sensation started to bring you out of your sleep. You felt Steve’s face tucked into your neck, leaving small kisses, as his beard tickled your skin. 

Groggily, you began to move your body, but you felt a strong grip on your arm. Your eyes shot open when you realized he was pushing himself inside of you, holding your arm to keep you in place. 

“Steve,” Your voice came out weak and unsure. It had been so long ... and he felt so huge, “Please-”

He kept going, pumping in and out. You were so tired and he was so strong that you felt your body stop resisting as a warmth built in your core. You bit down on your bottom lip, trying to contain the moans from escaping your mouth. 

“You’re so tight, baby...” He grunted in your ear, “Say you’re mine ... say you’re mine.”

You couldn’t help the small yelps that left your mouth as he moved faster. 

“I’m yours,” You whispered, trying to satiate his hunger. 

“Yes, baby, you’re all mine.”

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