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.
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.
“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
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.”
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.
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.
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.
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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.
+
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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hope you enjoyed! like, reblog and let me know what you think!
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.”
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“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.”
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.”
