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Reputation pt1

Marvel | Winterstarker

Peter doesn't mean to count cards, he really doesn't. He's just a natural at it. The problem is that he can't seem to stop himself and Bucky isn't going to let a little card cheat steal his boss's money.

Rating: Explicit

Warnings under the cut

Warnings: noncon, public sex, crying, rough sex, face slapping, degrading language

Peter was sweating. This was his fourth win in a row. He knew he needed to lose a few rounds, but the rush was too good. Counting cards is so easy he does it without even meaning to. No one seemed to have noticed. People have come and gone from the table without complaining and the dealer hasn't said a word. Maybe it's his baby face saving his ass but either way he has to make this his last win. Just one more. Lucky number five and then he'll lose a few. Just one more.

As soon as he showed his hand and smiled in victory, he was grabbed from behind and slammed down against the table. His face burned where it was dragged against the felt.

"You're ballsy, kid. I'll give you that," the man purred in his ear. He sounded amused more than angry, but Peter's heart was racing. He pushed too far. He had known better.

"I just got lucky us all," he groaned.

The man chuckled. "Lucky? No, sweetheart. I'm about to get lucky." Peter a click and then he was staring at the edge of a sharp blade.

"Bucky, don't hurt him. He's just a kid," the dealer said.

Bucky laughed. "Nobody's gonna get hurt. Right kid?"

Peter shook his head. "No, sir," he stuttered.

"You're gonna be a real good boy for me and I'll even let you walk out of here with your winnings."

"Really?"

"Oh yeah. See the boss leaves it up to my discretion what happens to card cheats. Most of 'em are fat old business men. Not every day I get to handle a cute little thing like you," he purred. Peter could feel his warm breath against his neck. His face was just there in the corner of his eye, looming and smirking.

"What?" He couldn't mean what it sounded like.

Bucky chuckled. "What's your name, doll face?"

"Peter Parker," he said, voice breaking.

"You're gonna pay your dues the old fashioned way, Peter Parker." The knife disappeared from his view but a strong hand kept his head down against the table. He gasped as he felt his pants tear down the back. Then the cold metal was against his skin and his underwear followed his pants. Cold air touched his bare ass.

"Please," Peter whimpered.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. I have a reputation for being a generous lover." He laughed. "Or maybe they're just talking about my dick."

"Oh fuck," Peter groaned, horrified. Was this guy serious? Was he really gonna fuck him? "Please, sir. I didn't mean anything by it, you can keep the money. I'll just go, okay?"

"Too late for that, darlin. I'm not letting a pretty thing like you go without punishment."

Peter shuddered as two slick finger slid up the crack of his ass. His face heated as he realized a crowd had gathered. He could hear them talking all around him. No one seemed to know if they should be appalled or excited. Those two fingers pushed in and Peter gasped. He pressed up on his toes, trying to get away, but Bucky just held him tighter. He tried to push him away, but he was bent at such a hard angle, that he couldn't get a grip on him.

"Now now, be a good boy and I'll treat you real good." Those fingers pushed in and curled up. Peter gasped, legs shaking, as Bucky rubbed his prostate.

"Course, I shouldn't treat you so well when this is meant to be a punishment should I? You haven't earned that have you? Tell you what? If you beg me real pretty, I'll get you off too. Or I'll just fuck you until you cry. Up to you, sweetheart."

"Please, let me go," Peter whispered, voice broken with fear.

The fingers slipped out of his ass only for Bucky to press the head of his cock against his hole. Peter sobbed, tears stinging his eyes.

"Fuck," Bucky moaned. "You're a pretty fucking crier. Good thing the security cameras are high fucking quality. I'd hate for the boss to miss this. He loves when pretty boys cry."

"Please," he begged again. Bucky didn't care. He pushed the head of his cock inside and Peter sobbed. It was too big around, stretching him too wide. He fucked him with just the tip while he sniffled, then he pushed the rest in all at once, moaning happily while Peter sobbed, crying openly now. He wasn't kidding about his size. He felt like he was pushing all the way up into his guts. Every time he pushed all the way in it hurt. His legs shook, only the table held him up.

Bucky grabbed both of his arms and pulled them behind his back. He held his wrists together in one hand, using his grip as leverage as he fucked him.

"Fuck, that's a tight hole." Bucky slapped his ass, only encouraging him to cry more. "Somebody get a picture for, Mr. Stark. He'll be mad he missed seeing this up close."

Peter squeezed his eyes shut while the dealer came around with his phone and snapped some pictures. "Open your eyes, sweetheart. Look pretty for the boss." Bucky slapped his face and Peter's eyes snapped open in shock.

"Good boy. Now give him a smile," he said, laughing. "That wasn't a suggestion, baby. You better fucking smile."

Peter whimpered, but he pulled his lips up into a painful smile. The dealer smirked and snapped some more pictures.

"Do you wanna cum, pretty baby? I'll help you if you beg me."

"Fuck you," Peter growled.

"Fuck me, huh?" He grabbed Peter by the hair. "You're too cute. You know that?" His hand groped Peter's ass. "I'm gonna cum all over this hole. Save the cream pieing for the boss. He's gonna want to see you."

"You said you'd let me go," Peter sniffed.

Bucky chuckled. "I said I'd let you keep your money. When you leave ain't up to me. You're in Tony Stark's house now."

Bucky groaned. He ground his hips against Peter's ass, moaning while he whimpered in pain. Then he pulled out and came in a sticky mess all over his ass.

"Ain't that the prettiest damn thing," Bucky mused. "Help me get him out of these clothes. He looks a mess. Peter Parker has a meeting with the boss."

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Not sure if you're accepting prompts since you're busy with King On A Leash. But if you ever find the time, may I please request spiderstrange with Stephen mind breaking Peter?

I'm sorry this took me so long, I've been super busy with work.

Warnings below the cut

Warnings: noncon, kidnapping, vomit, painful sex, mind break, drugged s*x

Peter's face was soaked with drool. It had fully soaked into the ball gag before running down his chin. There was a puddle of it on the floor. The bondage bench kept him held with his chin parallel to the floor and he couldn't turn it all which left him either squeezing his eyes shut or forced to watch the video that played in front of his face. The headphones didn't let him hear anything else, but at least he didn't have to see it. Of course, closing his eyes made everything feel so much more intensely and some times he had to open them just to remember how to breathe.

The machine behind him kept a dildo pumping in and out of his ass. Its hollow tip meant that the thing sometimes spewed out what felt like warm cum, but it kept him from ever going dry. He could feel it running down his thighs and pooling under his knees. He couldn't move his arms or legs at all. Every part of him was strapped down tightly. At least nothing was going numb after what seemed like hours if not longer.

It was truly unfair how painfully, miserably hard he was, but between the cock ring and the thin rope that Stephen had twisted around his cock and balls pulling them back and away from his body, there was no way for him to cum. He went through a cycle of moaning desperately, whimpering pathetically, and sobbing in pain. All the while through the headphones he heard himself whimpering and moaning in endless pleasure. It still made him nauseous, but it wasn't so noticeable after so long of this torture.

"That's a good boy," Stephen purred in his ears. He watched the screen as the Stephen of the past held him gently pinned against the wall.

"You're so handsome," a heavily drugged Peter cooed. "I want you to fuck me, fuck my boy cunt," he giggled, out of his mind. Peter had never really thought about Stephen sexually before that moment. He'd always assumed he was straight. 

"Oh, I'm going to, sweetheart. Look at me."

Peter couldn't see from the camera angle, but he still had the blurry memory of Stephen's hand holding his chin, his other hand stuffing two fingers into his mouth. He heard it when he gagged and when Stephen only pushed in deeper until he retched. Nothing had come up as far he remembered, but that sadistic little chuckle made him shiver every time.

"Fortunately for me I don't give a damn if you puke on my dick. You'll learn soon enough that it doesn't stop me. And you'll learn to control yourself won't you?"

Stupid, drugged, Peter licked Stephen's fingers like they were candy.

"You want my cock already?"

He nodded. Stephen smirked. He pulled the boy into the middle of the room where he knew the camera was waiting. The angle changed and Peter could see himself on his knees. His eyes were glassy, his cheeks pink, his mouth hung open like a panting dog. Stephen slapped his cheek with his cock smearing precum on his skin.

"Go on. Let's see what you can do."

Peter couldn't watch, but he heard. He heard himself licking and moaning, sucking and slurping. Then he heard the way he whined with Stephen grabbed him by his hair, the way he choked when his cock was shoved down his throat. He didn't fuck his face, no he jerked the poor boy back and forth by his hair and he didn't have the stength in him to pull away.

He looked again and saw himself limp as a rag doll. Stephen yanked him back and forth, sighing happily as Peter made the most wretched gagging sounds. Blurry memories reminded of the burn when bile finally came up and no, Stephen didn't stop, but it didn't happen again either. The worst part was Stephen didn't even cum. He just kept going until Peter was fully limp. Exaughsted from the lack of proper air and from the pain of having his throat forced open.

Stephen cleaned up the mess. Then he picked him up and tossed the tired boy into the bed. The camera changed again, angled at the bed.

"Do you want me, Peter?" he asked, but his tone was mocking and cruel. The drugged boy didn't seem to notice. 

"Yes, please," he rasped and then coughed. Then he was crying out as two lube slick fingers were shoved inside him.

"Feels good doesn't it, fucking whore. You needed to be filled didn't you?"

"Yes, sir," he panted.

"That's right. That's a good boy." He didn't take long before he replaced his fingers with his cock. Peter screamed, his head tossed on the pillow.

"Such a tight hole, fuck," Stephen groaned. "I'm going to use this hole all the time."

Peter whimpered, crying. His hands clung weakly to Stephen's arms. "This is what you're made for. You're only worth something when you're full of cock. Isn't that right?" He slapped him when he didn't answer right away.

Peter sobbed before croaking out a "yes".

Stephen held him by the waist and pounded into his ass. He fucked him like he hated him, wanted to break him, wanted it to hurt. And it did. Despite having been drugged out his mind, he remembered how badly it hurt.

"That's my toy. Cry for me, Peter. Fuck you're pretty when you cry." He wrapped a hand around his cock, slowly his pace enough to angle his thrusts to having him crying out in pleasure.

"That's right, feels good doesn't it? You're gonna cum for me. Let it out. Come on, slut, give it out."

Peter cried out as he came in mess across his stomach. Then he was screaming as Stephen went back to mercilessly using his ass.

"Did you think it was over becausr you came? It's only over when I'm done using you. You're my little rape toy. I fucking love it when you cry."

Peter tried pushing him away, but he was just so tired that it was no use. He gave up and lay limp, crying and sniffling. "It hurts," he whimpered.

Stephen laughed. "Good."

He fucked him for so long Peter started to get hard again. Stephen laughed at him. "What a horny cock hole you are. Too bad I don't care. If you cum without my permission I will fucking castrate you."

Peter closed his eyes, but he couldn't block out the sound, the wet pounding, moaning, whining, fucking, sounds.

"Good boy. Good little slave slut. You're going to be the best brain dead fuck toy when I'm done with you."

He didn't watch and he tried not to remember when Stephen pulled out of his ass and fed him his cock. He filled his mouth with his cum, laughing when Peter choked on it. He smeared what he coughed up all over his face.

"Hope you like the taste. That's your dinner from now on. It'll keep you pretty and weak won't it?"

The camera zoomed on on Peter's face. He was half conscious, sobbing weakly, and filthy with spit and cum. Then the video started over again. And with each play through it grew less terrible, less nauseating, and his cock began to throb in time with Stephen's wicked thrusts.

It went on and on, endless fucking, endless aching, the video burning into his mind. And then finally Stephen was there, the real Stephen. He took off the headphones and paused the video on Peter's fucked out face. He pet his sweaty head.

"How are you holding up, huh? Good sex toy enjoying being used? I bet you'd like it more if you could cum, huh?"

"Please," Peter begged.

Stephen bent and handled his balls. They were sore and painful and he whimpered as they were squeezed. "What a pretty purple you're turning."

Stephen turned off the machine. Peter sighed as the toy was pulled out, but he felt admittedly empty. "Look at this cock hole. It's not right for you to be empty is it? It's so uncomfortable. Good thing I'm here to help."

Peter moaned as Stephen stuffed three fingers inside him. He spread them out, stretching him open. Then he fucked them in and out. Peter moaned, his head foggy with pleasure. Then Stephen's finger found his prostate and he forgot how to breathe. The rope around his balls released, then the cock ring slipped off. All too quickly he was cumming... and then he wasn't. Just a soon as his balls drew up, Stephen stopped the pressure on his prostate. Peter sobbed. He could feel the cum draining from his swollen balls, the pressure fading, but the need did not leave him.

"Poor thing, did you think I was going to make you feel good? Do you think you deserve that? A toy like you? No. Maybe someday when you learn to please me before being so damn selfish."

Stephen walked around him. He took the ball gag from his mouth and replaced it with hard metal that kept his mouth forced open. His cock slid over his tongue and down the back of his throat. Stephen held himself there, sighing happily while he choked, throat cunvulsing around him. Then he started to fuck his face as if Peter weren't even there, as if he were just a hole to put his dick in.

He couldn't move, couldn't pull away in the slightest. He choked and coughed, but it didn't do him any good. Stephen cleared loved it by the cruel smile on his face. He made sure to cum just at the back of his throat, leaving him choking on it, gasping for air as he pulled out.

Then Stephen walked around him, slapping his ass as he passed. He put the toy back in, buried as deep as it would go and turned the machine back on. Peter screamed as the machine forced the toy way too deep. His abdomen ached at the intrusion. Yet his body still craved orgasm and under the pain was more building pressure. He sobbed when Stephen tied up his cock again.

The headphones went back on and video restarted. Then Stephen left Peter alone to his torture.

He came back every so often. He paused the video, told him he was a good cock hole, fed him his cum and drained his aching balls without allowing him relief. It wasn't long before Peter was crying, begging Stephen to come back. At night Stephen bathed him and left him to sleep on the bathroom floor. When morning came, he hooked him back up to the bench with the toy abusing his hole and the video of him and Stephen playing.

After four days, Peter was thoroughly broken, near brain dead. All he cared about was having cock inside him and eating Stephen's cum. Stephen said that was good, that he would keep using him and giving him his cum as long as Peter could be an obedient sex doll. Peter wanted nothing else.

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Hospitality

Marvel | Valkyrie/Jane Foster

Detective Jane Foster has been on Valkyrie's trail for years. Finally, she has a chance to get the evidence she needs to bring her in, but what the detective doesn't know is that she's expected.

Rating: Explicit

Warnings under the cut

Warnings: noncon/romnoncon, mafia au, bondage, death threats, choking, kidnapping

She should have known it was a trap. Her enthusiasm had gotten the best of her. There she was, thinking that all of the pieces had simply lined up. What a rookie mistake. The pieces never line up. If they did, the world wouldn't need detectives.

Jane sat, tied down tight to a metal chair. The hinge squeaked when she moved. Maybe she could break it if she tried but she was being watched. A woman covered in tattoos leaned against the wall, staring her down with cold eyes.

"Any chance a lady could use the restroom?" Jane tried.

The woman huffed and rolled her eyes. She said nothing, just kept staring.

Jane shifted in her seat, the ropes around her arms dug unto her skin. "I appreciate the hospitality."

A few minutes passed before the door opened. Jane felt her heart skip a beat. It was the boss herself, Brunnhilde. More commonly known as Valkyrie. She was well dressed in a dark navy suit cut with a deep V. It showed enough skin that Jane wasn't sure she had anything underneath. Long braids rested level with her chest. She gestured with her head for the other woman to leave.

"Get yourself a coffee," she said. The woman nodded and left the room. The door closed heavily behind her.

Valkyrie stood, hands tucked into her pockets. "Well, sweetheart, you're in quite the predicament," she looked Jane over. "Tell me what a pretty thing like you is doing chasing criminals. No, let me guess. Your daddy was a cop and you wanna follow in his footsteps."

"It's like you know me."

Valkyrie grinned. "Oh sweetheart, I do. See I've been watching you for as long as you've been watching me. Only thing is that I'm better at it." She shot her a wink.

Jane sat back in her seat, pulling up every but of confidence she had. "What makes you think I don't know you as well as you know me?"

"What makes you think I didn't have one of my people hack your laptop? Everything you see, I see. You must be awful pent up, sweetheart, I mean no boyfriend, no porn, just work work work."

Jane clenched her jaw, but it didn't stop her cheeks from turning pink. A calloused hand brushed her cheek. "You're gonna work yourself to death, dear. Do you know how I know?"

"Because you're stalking me?"

She smirked. "Yes, but no. I know it because if you don't take a fucking step back," her hand slipped from her cheek to her throat, squeezing until Jane choked. "I'm gonna fucking kill you."

Valkyrie sat in her lap, she hand around her throat. She grinned down at her, cocky and domineering. She knew she had all the leverage. Jane glared and tried to pull away, but it was no use.

"That would be a real shame." She stroked her cheek with her free hand. Her thumb wiped away a tear from Jane's eye. "You're not just brilliant, you're gorgeous." She let go of her throat and Jane sucked in a breath, coughing when it burned in her lungs.

"So just kill me then," she rasped.

"Oh, I don't want to kill you, dear. That's last resort, shit. I'd rather you give me a reason not to."

"Like what?"

"For starters, you're gonna drop my case. Leave me and my people the fuck alone."

"Not a chance," Jane growled.

Valkyrie smirked. "You not scared enough yet? I guess I'll have to turned up the heat."

She grabbed Jane by the hair, pulling her head back. Her other hand wandered down, fingers trailed down her neck to her collarbone. She popped the top button on her shirt, holding her eye as she slowly worked her way down. Her knuckles teased her stomach and Jane's breath hitched. Valkyrie's lips twitched. She brought her hand up to cup her breast through her bra.

"How's that feel, sweetheart? Need a little more incentive to be a good girl?"

Jane held her chin high and refused to look away. "I am not afraid of you."

"You fucking should be." Her hand slipped under her bra. She squeezed and caressed her. Jane felt tingles under her skin. Then her thumb started to tease her nipple. It felt so good that her eyes closed and she forgot for a moment where she was.

"That's it. Good girl."

Valkyrie kept kneading her breast. Then her fingers lightly pinched and rolled the nipple. Jane gasped, mouth hanging open. She shivered when Valkyrie's tongue flicked over her open mouth. It slipped inside, touching her tongue and the soft palate of her mouth. Jane tried to pull away and when it didn't work, she snapped her teeth to bite narrowly missing the mark. The hand left her breast to instead slap her face. She gasped and tried again to pull away.

"Bad little detective."

"Let go of me."

Valkyrie scoffed. "Sweetheart, you're pupils are huge and your cheeks are red. So are your lips where you keep biting them. And I'm willing to bet if we checked your panties, they'd be soaked through."

"Fuck you. Get off of me!"

"You want to be a good girl for me. I can tell. You're fucking starved for it."

Jane glared. "You don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh really?" Valkyrie smirked. "Do you want to make a bet? How about this?"

She stood up and knelt in front of her. Her hands slid up her thighs. "If I look down here and your pussy is dry, I'll let you go. But if you're panties are wet like I know they are, then you're gonna be a good girl and eat me out."

"Like hell I am," Jane growled.

Valkyrie laughed. "That's cute, baby." She unbuttoned Jane's pants and slid them down over her knees. "That's what daddy likes to see," she purred.

Two fingers touched her through her panties making Jane gasp. "You're soaked, darlin. Just like I knew you were. Guess I know you better than you know yourself."

She stood up and grabbed the back of the chair. Jane gasped as she dragged her backward until the wall was behind her. "Now do a good job and I'll make sure you get to cum, too. I can tell you need it."

"Fuck you, I'm not gonna eat you out."

Valkyrie just laughed again. "Yeah, you really are. I'm not even gonna have to make you." She kicked off her shoes and dropped her pants. Her underwear joined the pile on the floor. She reached down between her legs, spreading herself open so Jane could see how wet she was.

"That's all for you, dear. That's how cute you are pretending you're not dying for it." She came back to the chair, bracing her foot up on the wall. She held Jane's hair. "Now be a good girl."

Jane loved the smell of her. She loved it even when Valkyrie's pussy was in her face. She clenched her teeth, holding strong. Then she felt her juices on her lips and her tongue flicked out to wipe it away. Once she had a taste, she wanted more. She stuck her tongue out, licking up through her folds.

"That's it, sweetheart. That's a good girl." She was rewarded by clever fingers teasing her nipples

She licked and sucked, slurping down pussy juice like she was starving. She found her clit with her tongue and traced circles around it, then flicked over it. She shivered when Valkyrie gasped and then moaned, tugging her hair harder.

"Very good girl, she purred." She held her tight, riding her face. Jane stuck her tongue out obediently, swallowed down the juices that ran over her tongue. She held her tight against her as she came, moaning and swearing and making a mess of her face. Jane licked her clean, sucking at her hole to get more.

"Damn, you're a good fucking girl, aren't you? Told you were working yourself too hard, didn't I?"

Valkyrie stepped back, leaning over her. "Are you ready for your reward?"

Jane nodded, head feeling hazy with lust. "Yes please."

Valkyrie rubbed her through her panties until she squirmed, then she pulled them aside and pushed two fingers in. Jane gasped and Valkyrie smothered the sound with her mouth, kissing her, fucking her with her tongue. Her fingers curled, making her scream when they found the right spot. Her thumb rubbed her clit. Jane spread her legs wide and pushed up against her hand.

"I'm gonna fucking keep you," Valkyrie purred. "You're a treat, darlin. You gonna cum for me, be my good girl?"

"Yes, please," Jane panted.

Valkyrie smirked. "You gonna drop my case? Start following me around because you wanna get fucked instead?"

Jane nodded. "Yes, please- oh my god," she groaned.

"That's a good girl. Scream for me again, precious, I like that."

Jane felt her legs shake and her pussy squeeze around her fingers. She hands wrapped tight around the ropes that held her. Her head felt back and she screamed as commanded, cumming hard and not stopping until Valkyrie had mercy and took her hand away.

She stated up at her, panting and covered in spit and pussy. Valkyrie pressed a little kiss to her forehead.

"That's my little detective. I see you poking around here again, I'm gonna assume you're after a round two. Understand?"

Jane nodded. She couldn't speak. She'd never felt so good before. Valkyrie gave her a sweet kiss and started fixing her clothes for her.

"That's a good girl. Now you get out of here and stay out of trouble. I wouldn't want to have to correct your behavior again."