What story you would write for him - randomagnes0210.tumblr.com/701345413474729984/chris-you-inspired-me-and-i-didnt-know-i 👀
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I'm sorry, my brain kinda short circuited. I need time to get it back to function. Damn. Wow. Okay.
that's a soft!dark Steve Rogers
An enforcer/mercenary Steve (maybe for mafia Bucky? idk), who can make things really bloody and still keep his slate clean of any evidence. From organizing a disposable group to do the dirty work, to a stealthy kill done by himself if needed.
He has a sleek beast of a bike, as well a bullet-fast camaro. There's always a weapon on him, even when he looks like he's there to chill only.
You don't see a gun? No glint of a knife? There's a garrote in the wristwatch, or in the beads he wears on his wrist. Not to mention the things he can do with his hands alone.
It's those hands that got you staring when you approached him with your little nephew at your side. The boy, being all moto crazy, couldn't stop tugging at your hand when he saw the Camaro. So you did what any good aunt would - you took his small hand in yours and approached a stranger, asking sweetly if he won't mind your nephew taking a closer look at the car.
Steve's eyes when they settled on you were cold and sharp like a blade. Almost made you take a step back. Then he glanced at the kid, who was staring at his car with pure awe, and back at you, his gaze softening.
"Sure thing, cherry."
His voice had a rich, raspy timbre, reminding you of how your own voice gets after a few good orgasms (which you gave yourself with the use of your toys, since your latest dates lacked in that area).
Steve's eyes shifted to your chest when he said that, a smirk curling the left corner of his mouth upwards. Your top had printed cherries on it. You found it cute when you bought it. Now you felt embarrassed wearing something so sweet it was almost childish.
You dropped your gaze, muttering a thank you.
You let out a breath of relief when Steve's eyes finally turned away from you. He bent over the hood again and your own gaze slid from his tight ass (you scolded yourself inwardly for even daring to look that way!) over the wide plain of his back to his hands.
Those damn hands that would be your undoing, you thought as you stared at them. Nimble and skilled fingers tinkering with something, a vine of dark ink starting atop his palm and curling upwards over the corded muscles of his forearms, to disappear in an array of color beneath the rolled up sleeves of his shirt.
You saw splashes of tattoos on his chest and reaching up to his neck. Your mind wandered through images of exploring hos the pattern looks over his back, his it moves over his ribs when he breathes.
If there are tattoos leading down his abdomen...
You were so lost in it, you didn't hear what Steve was saying, until you felt your nephew tug on your hand.
"Can we? Can we, please?!" The kid looked up at you with hopeful eyes.
"Um." You swallowed, uncertain of what exactly was asked of you. Feeling all the more embarrassed for it.
"Of course you can, buddy." Steve decided, not waiting for your brain to catch up with his proposition to take you both for a short ride in his car.
His smile was bright and charming, yet held a hint of predatory satisfaction. A cocky confidence you usually hated in men.
Steve's eyes held a mirthful glint as he caught your gaze, but also something dark that quickened your pulse.
"I'm sure your aunt craves a good ride, too."
You had to clench your thighs at the surge of heat that filled your belly and spread down, pooling in a small wet spot on your panties.
You should've said no. Your body may heat up for this tattooed, hot as sin stranger, but your instinct all but yelled at you to run away. There was something dangerous about him, in more than just sexy way.
But it's something you would find out much later.
Too late to run away from his possession, or to stop wanting him so badly.
If you only knew how lethal he was, you wouldn't say yes to getting a lift to your place after you dropped off your nephew at his parents.
You wouldn't follow Steve's raspy command and let him fuck you in the narrow space of his camaro - bruises from the steering wheel faint compared to the marks Steve's hands left on your thighs and around your neck.
If you suspected the dark web awaiting you, maybe you wouldn't like how he called you sweet cherry.
Maybe you wouldn't cream on his cock as he fucked you right outside of your apartment, in a dark corridor where any of your neighbors could walk, with his hand pressed over your mouth to muffle your screaming orgasm and hips snapping hard into you.
You wouldn't whisper a weak Yes, Steve when he told you where to meet him, scribbling down the address on a piece of paper and slipping it under the waistband of your ruined panties.
But you said yes to all of those things. You allowed Steve to do those dirty things to you. And you wanted more. Even if your instinct still alarmed of danger.
Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon and other elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: You prize order and practicality but your past, and newest client, throw your life into chaos. (older [~50s] reader)
Character: Tony Stark
Notes: Can you believe, girls? My first Tony series.
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Silver doors part and tall heels click on polished floors. You sweep through the lobby, greeting Halton with a nod of your head as you pass the round desk. He stands as he utters your name, a brittle hollowness in his voice. That tremor of fear whenever he’s made a mistake and believes it to be the end of his professional career.
First Tony only series! Wooh!!! Its so good i already hate him! And also wtf her sister?!! Just wtf!! I hate her too!! God this series is gonna be so good. I just wanna hug reader so bad. No one deserves her emotions or her vulnerability, especially not her sister.
Lyrics: Nothing fucks with my baby/Nothing can get a look in on my baby (NFWMB -Hozier)
Character: August Walker (maybe he’s mean but over protective)
Take Care of You
Warnings: needles, self-doubt, illness, and some possible unmentioned triggers.
Character: August Walker
Summary: You try to feel better with the help of your new boyfriend.
I hope I didn't go too far out to the left with his.
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“Make sure you finish your tea, honey,” his deep voice rumbles through you, the heat between your palms seeping through the prevalent chill. “It’ll make you feel better.”
You groan and sink back into the pillows, cradling the porcelain as the steam wafts up your nose. You rest it daintily above your chest. “I don’t feel like I’ll ever be better, Auggy,” you moan, “every day, I just feel worse and worse.”
He gives a tight-lipped smile, bittersweet even. He brings his fingers up to tickle the hair above his lip. Your ears pulse and your bones ache. You’ve never felt this sort of fatigue. You’re exhausted yet all you do is sleep.
“You will, I know you will,” he sits on the edge of the bed, “but we gotta listen to the professionals, right? Dr. Kemp knows what he’s talking about, okay?”
“I’m so lucky,” you cough and your head lolls as you wet your dry tongue, “so lucky to have you here…” you lift your head and raise the mug shakily. You blow across the tea before sipping it. It’s stringent but soothing.
“Of course,” he takes the script from the night table. You remember Dr. Kemp, handsome with a swoop in his hair. “I’m lucky to be here for you, you know that.”
“N-nooo,” you shake your head weakly, “no, I… I hate to think you’re missing work for me.”
“Doctor’s orders, can’t leave you alone.”
You take another drink and stare into the orange depth. He rubs your leg and slowly retracts his hand to touch the bottom of your mug, “here, we should put this down. Just until you have your medicine.”
“Oh,” you let him take the cup but can’t hide your anxiety, “do I have to? Can’t I just have some more tylenol?”
“It’s not helping, kitten. You have to do this.”
You cringe and give a quick peak to the wrapped syringe. Oh, you hate needles. You pout and stifle a sob.
“It’s just a small prick,” he assures you as he grabs the vial.
“No, it’s not that,” you recline again, deflated, “I’m so tired of this. Of being sick. I just feel so helpless.” Your head drifts to the side, “I feel like a burden. Auggy, it’s barely three months and you’re already taking care of my like some… some old lady.”
“Shhh,” he hushes you softly, “it’s okay. You’re going to get better. You have to,” he peels away the wrapper from the syringe, “because I’m gonna take you on the best date of your life. Just like I promised.”
“Heh,” you force out a weak laugh, “you better…”
You watch him draw from the vial with the long tip of the needle. He pulls it out and you meet his gaze. You give a nervous grimace.
“What is your perfect date?” He asks, “tell me everything you ever dreamt of.”
He rests his hand on your arm and rubs it. You know he’s distracting you. You need that. You take the bait.
“Hmm, well, flowers. I love flowers. Sunflowers are nice but I guess roses are more romantic…” you look up as you think. He caresses your forearm. He’s so nice, so supportive, and it feels so unreal. You feel like you barely know him but he always knows exactly what you need.
He hums as he listens; the ferris wheel piques his attention as he tilts his head. As you weigh the option of a boat ride out load, you feel a prick and give a yipe. He quickly presses his thumb to your arm and removes the needle tip. You look down and whimper.
“All done, wasn’t that bad, was it?”
“No,” you answer as you wiggle your fingers.
“See, I told you. You got this,” he looks you in the face as he sets the needle aside. He leans forward and kisses your forehead. “Finish your tea.”
He stands up and gathers up the mess, capping the needle with the plastic sheath before crunching up the wrappers. You look away. You’re so pathetic. He has to do everything. You just can’t get used to that. You weren’t like this before. You never got sick. Ever.
There's another side that you don't know, you don't know
I can't wait to get you all alone, all alone
Once I'm in there ain't no letting go, letting go
Watch me turn your mind into my home
Ooo, Ooo, Ooo
(Mind mind games until you lose control)
Ooo, Ooo, Ooo
Now that I'm in there's no letting go
And your emptiness begins
+ Peter Parker
Waiting On You
Warnings: virginity, gaslighting, and some possible unmentioned triggers.
Character: Peter Parker
Summary: You and Peter have your first fight.
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“Hm,” Peter lets out the nearly inaudible sigh as he takes his coat from the rack.
“What wrong?” You wonder as you step into your shoes.
“Nothing,” he mutters and slips his arms up his sleeves, rolling his shoulders as the leather settles across his shoulders.
“Oh,” you pull on your own coat and scoop up your purse. The buzz of the party continues behind you, the last of the stragglers. “Okay.”
He says nothing else and you follow him into the brisk evening. He stalks down the steps, his footfalls heavy enough to signal his chagrin. The cause you can’t guess at. The night was fun! All you friends got to meet him and he was charming as ever. So you just can’t think of why his mood’s shifted so suddenly.
“Wait up,” you scurry up behind him and try to grab his hand. He marches onward, fishing out his keys and hitting the button so his car chirps and the locks clack loudly, “Peter, I don’t… did I do something?”
“No,” he opens the car door, “just get in. I’m tired.”
You clamp your lips shut and skirt around the front of the car. The engine rolls over and frightens you before you can get to the passenger side. You let yourself in and lower yourself softly into the seat. Before you can buckle your belt however, the car is moving.
“I’m pretty tired too–”
“You really don’t know?” He hisses.
You wince. He is mad. You’ve never heard him like this.
“No, I… did I miss something?”
“Ha,” he scoffs dryly, “don’t play stupid.”
“I…”
“Your pal, Mason, he’s not a big fan of mine.”
“Oh? I didn’t notice–”
“I mean, I can guess why.”
“What? Peter, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t pout at me like,” he snarls as his grips tightens on the steering wheel, the leather squeaking, “like you weren't flirting all night. Shameless.”
“What? I wasn’t flirting. He’s my friend, I was being nice–”
“Oh, is that how you behave around your friends? You wear short skirts and wiggle your ass around like a slut?”
“Peter!” You exclaim, “I– don’t say that.”
“What am I supposed to think? I thought… I thought you were a nice girl. I really did. And I really like you.”
“I like you too, Peter, but… Mason is only my friend. Promise. B-but you can’t call me that.”
“I’m just telling you how I feel. You humiliate me. Flaunting all that I’ve waited for around some other guy.’t just brush over my feelings.” He shakes his head and hits the brakes a bit too late, screeching to a stop at the light. He pushes back his wavy brown locks and lets out an exaggerated breath, “You’ve been playing with me. You tell me to wait and I wait. Three months. Three months I wait and then you F”
“No,” you babble, “Peter–”
“I– don’t you see how you're messing with me? You’re fucking with my head,” he throws his hands against the wheel, “you tell me to wait, that you’re not ready, to take it slow. But you're touching him, you’re dancing up on him…”
“We were having fun–”
“Are you really a virgin or is that just an excuse?”
“Excuse? For what?”
“So you can use me,” he wipes his eye and sniffs, shaking his head. “It worked. I’m a total cuck. For you, because I thought you liked me.” He inhales and lets it out with a shudder. He grips the wheel again and slowly leans on the gas, “I’ll take you home, I guess.”
You sit in silence. Stewing. Your mind replays every minute of the party. You hadn’t seen Mason in so long you couldn’t help but give him a hug. You chatted, laughed, maybe you had a little fun when the Spice Girls came on, but you didn’t think it was like that.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you. Really, Peter, I like you a lot. And I’m sorry it came off like that.”
“That’s not a real apology,” he snivels. “It’s not how it came off, it’s your behaviour.”
You stare at him. His face is hidden in shadow. You look at your lap and twiddle your fingers. Your stomach flips. You know what he meant when he said he’d take you home. You go home and it’s over. You’re not ready for that. He’s the first guy you really think you could… be with.
“I don’t want to go home, Peter,” you utter.
He hums dully.
“I don’t feel like making out,” he growls.
“I know,” you feel fluttery. You’re ready, aren’t you? It’s been three months. And you have to show him you’re serious. About him, only him.
“You know what?” He taps the brakes and his head tilts as he peeks in the mirror.
“I know… I want to do more than make out tonight, Peter,” you reach to touch his hand, “honest. Let me show you that you’re the only one I want. Please.”
He’s quiet. You hold your breath, waiting. It’s too late. You’ve blown it. He doesn’t want you.
“Alright,” he says at last and turns his hand over to squeeze yours.
He drives on, the air thick with anticipation, his grip firm with intention. You squirm as the fluttering grows more intense the further you get. You think of changing your mind but it’s too late now. Not if you want to keep him.
Warnings: non-consent sex and rape; fingering, oral, drugging.
This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. It features witch!Wanda Maximoff. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Synopsis: You visit a curious little shop but meet a person just a curious within.
Note: As a precursor, I did minimal research and know little about wicca or witchcraft as a whole, I looked up a few things but do not take this to be an accurate depiction of either of those, just a bit of fun!😈😈😈 furthermore, this is my first wlw fic so please be kind.
Thanks to everyone for reading and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)
I really hope you enjoy. 💋
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The small shop with its leaning aisles and cluttered shelves smells of frankincense and cinnamon as incense wisps in willowy curls. Foggy vials filled with powders and tinctures, the claws of creatures long dead, and tomes with ridged spines line the tight rows.
You trail Alize as there is room only for one at a time amid the crowded space, the hum of wooden pipes and dull tinkle of bells padding from a speaker hidden somewhere in the hodgepodge.
The sky above them is clear, and a soft breeze moved your hair over your forehead. Your fingers traced patterns in the sky, left and right, circles, swirling letters that scrawled across your eyes.
"Ack." Grogu makse a disgruntled noise. Djarin turns to see the loth-kitten jump away from him as Grogu's little hand reaches for the lizard in its mouth.
"Grogu-" Large eyes glance at him and the kitten takes the opportunity to swallow the lizard down.
The offended look on his sons face has him chuckling under his breath.
"Kayosa." Your eyes are closed, hands tapping along your sternum.
"What?"
"The kitten. We can call it Kayosa."
He looks back over at the kid and his pet. Grogu is waving a rock around its head, the kitten following it with sharp jabs.
"Kayosa?"
The rock floats mid air, three feet from the ground and the kitten hunches, its bottom shaking before it lunges and catches the rock out of the air.
When it lands next to Grogu his son squeals in delight and claps his hands together.
"We're naming it?"
"I'm fairly certain its sex is a boy," You reach out until you find his hand and bring it to rest on your head, "Although who am I to determine that. Kayosa could be whatever they desire."
You move his fingers back and forth until Djarin catches on and starts carding them through your hair, feeling you relax against his thigh. Your smile softens.
Grogu and — Kayosa — leaned down to peer into the stream.
He nods, "Alright we'll call it Kayosa." He pauses, "Who's going to watch it when we're gone?"
You pat his knee, "One thing at a time, Papa. One thing at a time."
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