#dark!avenger

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summary | Peter shows you what you are missing.

warnings | stalking, smut, penetration, unprotected penetration, degradation, humiliation, breeding kink kinda, nonconsensual intercourse + more. 18+, MINORS DNI! I am not responsible for the media you decide to consume. Please head to the warnings!

word count | 600

pairings | dark!Peter Parker x female!reader.

“Peter please” You cried as he had you bent over on your kitchen counter. You're not sure how he found out where you lived but he did and thats how you were here. Bent over your own kitchen counter while Peter held your arms behind your back. He had been asking you out almost the past month and you always rejected him. He was cute but his ex MJ had told about how clingy and possessive he could get. You didn’t want to deal with complicated relationships or even be in a relationship for a while. You were barely recovering from your past toxic relationship.

“Y/N you rejected me so many times without giving me a chance. You don’t even know how wonderful I can be. How good I can treat you. How amazing I can make you feel.” Peter said in your ear as he lifted your skirt up. Silent tears streamed down your cheeks. You felt disgusted. Especially at the fact that Peter's touch burned your skin. As his hand crept up your thigh you could feel yourself growing wet. “For someone who doesn’t want it you sure have a hell of a way of showing it.” Peter smirked as he easily inserted a finger into your soaked cunt. You whimpered softly.

“Peter please don’t do this, not like this…” You cried. “What am I supposed to do Y/N? You never gave me a chance.” Peter said as he slowly slid your panties off. “Peter please stop…” You sobbed. You felt a slap to your face. “Shut up slut.” Peter yelled. “You're gonna stop crying and spread your legs like the good little whore I know you are.” Peter said as he shoved your panties in your mouth to muffle your pathetic sobs.

He spread your legs with his knees and you clung onto the counter for balance. You heard him unbuckling his belt and you closed your eyes trying to pretend like this wasn’t happening. But you couldn’t pretend as you felt the tip of his cock entering you. You groaned softly as Peter slowly pushed into you. “You're so fucken tight.” Peter grunted as he continued to enter you all the way in. You whimpered softly as he stretched you.

Peter grabbed your hand and placed it on your stomach. “Look, you could feel it in your stomach.” Peter grinned as you put your head down in shame at how your cunt began to naturally enjoy the feeling of Peter inside you. “Let me show you how good I could make you feel.” Peter whispered as he started thrusting slowly. He moved your hair away from your neck, planted kisses and sucking on it surely leaving marks.

Peter's thrust became faster. He placed his hand on your breast as he played with your hardened nipples. You began to clench tighter around him which showed him that you were close. You begin to let out muffle moans. Peter wanted to hear your beautiful sounds so he took off your panties from your mouth. “Don’t fight it baby… let it all out.” Peter said. “Peter” You whined as you felt your orgasm coming. “Come on baby, show me how good I make you feel.” Peter whispered in your ear as you clenched tighter around him coming all over him. “Peter, please not inside.” You breathe. “I do whatever I want.” Peter said darkly as he came inside of you. Doing what you just asked him not to do. “Let's get you cleaned up. I'll take you to the store tomorrow and we will buy you some Plan B.” Peter began. You let Peter drag you to the bathroom. It's like he already knew the structure of your home. “On second thought, maybe you could have my baby. It's not such a bad idea.” Peter smiled.

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pairing: wanda/reader

word count: 1071

warnings: dark!wanda, slight MoM spoilers, manipulation, angst (kinda), toxic undertones if you squint

summary: wanda wants you back, and despite your earlier resistance, you soon realize that there's nothing stopping the witch from getting what she wants.

It seemed that the further you ran, the closer she got.

Your hands were on your knees as you tried to regain balance, your breaths coming out in short, rapid puffs. You should've known it would've been impossible to outrun one of the if not most powerful people that inhabited this universe. The only reason you had made it so far was because of Dr Strange, but now, stuck in the vast multiverse along with America Chavez without his sling ring, he was rendered useless. You could only hope that the young Latina would learn how to harness her powers and swoop in to save you from the monster that you used to call your lover.

You were well aware of the lengths that Wanda went to, just to find you. After being struck down by Thanos back in the war, you had been declared dead. Nobody cared enough to actually check if you were alive, with Wanda still grieving the loss of Vision. Vision. The name left a sour taste on your tongue. He was the man who had managed to steal Wanda's heart, the man who had whisked her away from your hands. She had left you in the most cruel way possible, and had left you to collect the remains of your heart that she had so carelessly shattered.

And now she was after you. You weren't sure what she was going to do to you if you fell into the witch's hands, but you were 97% sure that it involved your demise. 

Just as you were about to take off again, you felt a slither of magic crawl up your ankle. You swiveled your head around so fast that you were almost certain that you had cracked it.

And there she stood, in all her glory, slowly descending onto you. You shook your head, refusing to believe that this would be how it ended. 

"I told you not to run." 

Her voice sent shivers down your back. She had completely given up on trying to mask her thick Sokovian accent, and the anger lacing her words was unmistakable.

Regaining control of your breath, you held your stance. "What do you want from me?" you asked, your voice wavering in fear, your words coming out softer than you had intended.

"You."

You were taken aback from her words, trying to decipher whether or not this was a cryptic way of telling you that you were doomed, or that she was...

No, she couldn't be. She didn't love you. You were simply a footnote in her story, nothing else.

Red flashed in your mind, and you grimaced when you realized that the witch had read your mind.

"I'm not going to kill you," she said, her cerulean eyes fixed on yours. "I... I would never hurt you. Never."

You almost chuckled at her words, shaking your head. This was just plain hypocrisy. "You're a fucking liar," you spat harshly, even shocking yourself with the intensity of your words. "You - I - you can't - you -"

You were cut short by the look in her eyes. The red had returned, accompanied a mist of tears. You bit your tongue, fear returning to your body as she stalked towards you. 

You could practically feel her hot breath on your neck. The redhead halted just centimeters in front of you, before gently cupping your chin in her hands. When you tried to jerk your head away, you realized that you couldn't. Memories of your past relationship with Wanda flooded your mind, tears welling in your eyes as you reminisced the happier moments of your life, and you immediately melted into her touch.

A smirk tugged at the Sokovian's lips when she dove into your head once again, filling your head with more memories of your relationship. Her favorite part about this was that it was all real. Every memory, the emotions that came along with it, were all real. 

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I truly am. I never... I never meant to hurt you," she whispered. You looked into her eyes, a tear sliding down your cheek as you searched for any signs of insincerity. 

You took a shaky breath. "I don't want to believe you," you murmured, your pained expression hitting the witch right where it hurt. 

"Please," the witch whispered, her voice hoarse, as she fell to her knees, and this time, you knew that she was being genuine. You felt uneasy looking at her on the ground, practically begging you to take her back. Wanda was usually so dominant and assertive. You were so distracted by the gesture that you hadn't noticed the chaos magic that had infiltrated your mind, or the witch's subtle hand movements.

She loves you.

You felt as though you were going insane, shaking your head desperately as you tried to get the voice out of your head. 

She only wants the best for you. She never meant to hurt you.

The memories started flashing in your head again. You and Wanda, sitting on the sofa, watching movies, the two of you on picnic dates, all the times she had been there for you when nobody else was.

You breath hitched when you comprehended the fact that the witch had once again, permeated your mind.

"Get out of my head," you yelled, panic arising in your throat. The witch only stared, emotionless, tears still falling from her now red eyes. "Get out, please, get out of my -"

Then, suddenly, it all came back to you.

You were now sitting back at the compound, curled up in your bed with a box of tissues next to you. Wanda was next to you, gently coaxing you.

"It's okay, love," she whispered, delicately stroking your hair, handling you as if you were a porcelain doll that could easily break with the wrong choice of words or the slightest touch. "I'll always be here for you."

"I just - I - I'm so - I'm just so sick of myself. How do you even put up with me?" you asked, turning to face the redhead, who looked at you pitifully. 

"Why would you ever ask that?" she said. "You're gorgeous, dear. You always manage to make me laugh, even when I don't feel like it. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

You only sniffled in response.

"You know that I'll always love you, right, Y/N? You're home now."

Home.

That was the word that finally broke you. In a flash, you returned back to where you were before, Wanda watching you intently as you came back to reality.

"Home," you whispered, and Wanda smiled, knowing that she had won.

Slowly standing up, the witch grabbed your shoulders, looking directly into your eyes. 

"That's right. You're finally home."

With a flick of her hands, your surroundings changed, and you suddenly found yourself in a suburban house, sitting on a juice-stained couch, snuggling against Wanda, two boys on the either side of you, fast asleep. Snow White played on the television screen, her voice drowned out by the thoughts occupying your head.

Home.

You were finally home.