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FUCK ALL THOSE WHO MAJORITY VOTED TO OVERTURN ROE V WADE

FUCK ALL THOSE WHO SO QUICKLY AND EASILY AGREED WITH TAKING AWAY SOMEONE'S RIGHT OVER THEIR OWN FUCKING BODY

FUCK THOSE WHO BELIEVED THAT THE "LIFE" OF A FEATUS IS WORTH MORE THAN THOSE WHO WILL BE FORCED TO CARRY THEM

FUCK THOSE WHO'VE NOW PUT A SENTENCE ON THOSE WHO WISH TO TERMINATE

FUCK THOSE WHO CHOSE PRO LIFE OVER PRO CHOICE

FUCK THOSE FOR SETTING US BACK

FUCK THOSE WHO HAVE JUST HELPED SEND THE SUICIDE RATE SPIKING

FUCK THOSE WHO'VE NOW PUT SO MANY PEOPLE, LIVIG BREATHING PEOPLE, IN HARMS WAY

WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT TO TAKE AWAY THE RIGHT OF OTHERS, A RIGHT OVER THEIR OWN BODY, OVER THEIR OWN SAFETY, OVER THEIR OWN HEALTH, OVER THEIR OWN LIFE

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VALRAVNSDOTTIR

Chapter 3

Synopsis;

The young of the forgotten God of illusion, Valravn, craves the Midgardian Ivar the Boneless. Valravn, beings the doting father, allows his daughter to chase after he she desires most and she plans to take what she wishes to have by any means nessicary.

( gif credits; @underragingwaves​ )

Warnings: Lil steamy. Mentions of blood. Mentions of nudity. I believe that’s it. 

Words: 1,496

Pairings: Ivar the Boneless x Reader

(Goddess!reader) (Female!reader) (Valravnsdottir!reader) (Dark!reader)

(A/N: Future chapters will get darker as they come and will contain topics that many may not wish to read about. Please bare this in mind when starting this series.)

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“Who are you?”

His voice was even more beautiful in his presence. It had always sent shivers down your spine when you were stuck in another realm beside your father but in person, every nerve in your system lit up with electricity.

You withdrew your hand back from his face and tenderly placed both palms against his chest, the flesh under your touch raised the tiny hairs on your arms and at the back of your neck.

Trapping your bottom lip between your teeth, you smiled slightly at the feeling of him beneath you before your face fell into an upset scowl, brows furrowing.

“You know who I am,” you mumbled quietly, almost disappointedly.

His face expressed his confusion, and it broke your heart a little further. He shook his head and the blade that he grasped underneath his pillow became slack and remained in its place as he lifted himself up on to his elbows. “Tell me who you are.”

“I am Y/N Valravnsdottir, Goddess of misfortune, daughter of Valravn, the God of illusion.” You sit upon his lap with your chest puffed out and head risen proudly as you speak of both your own and father’s titles.

His brows furrow at your declaration. “I have never heard of such a God, nor Goddess.”

Your face hardens slightly and Ivar hisses as your nails dig ever so slightly into the flesh of his chest. “That is because Odin is an old fool who washed away our existence into a realm unknown beside Helheim; near to none utter our names any longer.”

Inhaling deeply, you calm yourself and allow a sweet smile to spread across your face. “But that’ll change now though, won’t it skatten min?” (My treasure.)

Ivar pulled a face akin to a snarl. “How do I know that you’re not some deluded Christian who speaks ill of the Allfather, who’s determination taught them our language?”

You chuckle darkly. “Du våger å anklage meg om en slik forferdelig ting? Min kjærlighet, hvordan kunne du ikke stole på meg?” Your nails continue to dig deeper into his flesh, blood slowly being drawn from his skin. (You dare accuse me of such a slanderous thing? My love, how could you not trust me?)

“If my father were here, he’d peck the heart from your chest and eat it whole.” Your fingers relented, your nails slowly pulling from within his flesh, a mess of blood following and coating the nails on your hands, sharp as talons.

His eyes are wide as he lowers his gaze to look down to his chest, red slowly oozing from the crescent moon shapes, then trail back up to your eyes. The look in his eyes is so similar to fear but no, that’s not your Ivar. Your Ivar the Boneless fears nought.

He follows you with his eyes as you lean forward, laying your tongue flat against the bleeding marks on his chest, swiping your tongue slowly, sensually, along his flesh, cleaning up the small wounds with kitten licks, red painting your tongue.

As you moan at the taste of him, the coppery scent wafting up into your nose, he grows underneath the covers between your legs and a lusty haze falls over his eyes as he watches. Ivar still feels confused and conflicted, but he could never deny the beauty you held or the effect you had over him. Maybe you spoke the truth and were truly a Goddess.

You lean up to settle yourself on his lap once more, perching as you swipe a delicate finger across the blood still weeping from his chest. You lock eyes with the cripple king below you as you bring your finger to your lips, your tongue peeking out to taste the crimson coating before sucking your finger into your warm and wet mouth, moaning.

You’re not oblivious to the excitement he feels, the proof painfully evident between your legs and you smile deviously.

“La meg bevise for deg min kjærlighet og hengivenhet, King Ivar den benløse, slakter of Sachs.” You push back the curtain of feathers that makes up your cloak and allow it to fall off of your shoulders, exposing you completely. “Min hensynsløse konge.” (Let me prove to you my love and devotion, king Ivar the Boneless, slayer of Saxons.) (My ruthless king.)

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Ivar’s breath hitched as she bared herself to him. The cloak had fallen from her body with such grace, and he continued to look up at her in awe. Nothing ever has or ever will compare to all that is her. She could make every man bend at the knee and hand over his will, his power, all with a simple gaze.

She was the thing that weakened men and his mind, fuzzy and abuzz, lighting up with such unadulterated lust and passion, was pushing him to be but a simple fool for her too. Just like those men he imagined would worship the ground she walks on; he too would bend himself over to kiss at her feet.

Ivar had been right, the line of kohl did pass between her breasts, down the middle of her sternum to suddenly stop. Goosebumps aligned her skin; her nipples pebbled the second the cool air surrounding the two hit them.

His eyes travelled across the entire expanse of her body, and he finally gave in to that growing urge.

He slowly raised his hand, his movements so timid, and he gazed into her eyes, looking for any sign that he shouldn’t continue. But her eyes, those eyes he had awoken to, they stared into his own with heat, with adoration, with love and devotion. If his mind wasn’t so consumed at that moment, he surely would’ve asked why she looked at him in such a way, why she spoke of him like a lover would.

Ivar’s fingers finally made contact with her soft and supple skin, the lightest of touches as he danced his fingertips along her ribs, along the valley of her tits, around the full and heavy breasts. She had preened and mewled and arched into his touch, her eyes flutter close as she relished in his gently caress.

She slowly rocked her hips down against his covered cock and he sucked in a breath, his hands falling to her hips to grasp on tightly and still her for only a moment. Her eyes reopened to stare down at him, her hips still impatiently trying to move against him as she watches him with wide eyes, almost innocent like; almost.

Ivar lost sight of where he was, what was happening, only for her to remain, perched on his lap. The image of her leaning forward ever so slowly, bare chest touching hers with each inch she comes closer and closer, awoke him from yet another daze, the soft puffs of air that pass her lips and blow against his own enticing him further.

His eyes wander down to her lips, to her eyes and back again; a repeated motion that finally comes to a halt when a sweet kiss is pressed to his lips.

They’re soft and pillowy and eagerly pressed against his own and any and all inhibitions he may have had against this had all turned to ash.

It wasn’t long before he allowed her to push past with her tongue and swirl it against his own, something that Ivar was more than happy to reciprocate.

When she had pulled back, he chased after her intoxication touch like a hungry babe in search of a tit to drink from. He was almost disappointed until she began to kiss along his jaw, down along his neck and across the stretch of skin on his chest.

Her hot, open-mouthed kisses continued to trail downwards, her body moving along with her touch to ever so cautiously settle between his legs, the blanket now being pushed from off of his hips to down below where his shins rested.

Ivar couldn’t remove his eyes from the scene, watching with lust-filled, hooded eyes as she took a hold of his cock in her hand lightly began to kitten lick and kiss up his entire length.

She peered up at him and moaned as the first few drops of his precum hit her tongue and she felt him twitch in her hand.

With no push from Ivar, she took the tip in her mouth and began to suckle, swirling her tongue around the head as she slowly stroked at his shaft with a loose grip. His head fell back against the pillow below him, and he allowed his eyes to close as his bodies’ desires, needs, wants all overtook him.

From that moment onward, a long night of the Goddess worshipping the simple Midgardian king ensued. Ivar would be sure that it had all been that of a dream if not for the bare woman gazing at him so peacefully in the morning wrapped in his arms had not been there.

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VALRAVNSDOTTIR

Chapter 2

Synopsis;

The young of the forgotten God of illusion, Valravn, craves the Midgardian Ivar the Boneless. Valravn, beings the doting father, allows his daughter to chase after he she desires most and she plans to take what she wishes to have by any means nessicary.

Warnings: Mentions of death.

Words: 1,526

Pairings: Ivar the Boneless x Reader 

(Goddess!reader) (Female!reader) (Valravnsdottir!reader) (Dark!reader)

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The great Valravn could see the loneliness within his daughters’ eyes. She may have the blood of the God of illusion coursing through her, but she could not trick him into seeing something other than as things were.

She’s lived for centuries yet she barely looked to be older than a Midgardian who’s only just surpassed their 16th name day.

Being cast aside, banished by Odin and the other Aesir, he was left to live in his own realm near the gates of Helheim, forever to live in isolation, and his daughter having to suffer the consequences beside him.

He became forgotten as a God, his name never being uttered by a single Midgardian; they even knew of lesser-known Gods and even Hel, but never had his name pass the lips of a single Midgardian, subsequently allowing him to become weaker.

It angered him to such great lengths, but his only thoughts were his daughter and her happiness, or lack thereof.

His illusions could only keep her happy and entertained for so long. And so, he allowed her to join him in people watching the Midgardians.

And within this, she had first laid eyes on the now king of Kattegat.

Valravn watched his daughter as she watched the Midgardian. From the moment he came from his mother’s womb, she knew he had to be special.

For years, as he grew, she would only watch over him, firstly caring for him when he was a young boy, feeling saddened by his isolation from his brothers, the young children that ran around, and from every other Midgardian to walk the Earth.

She was thankful that his mother had held genuine love and affection for the cripple.

That care slowly transformed from platonic to romantic as he continued to grow, his features becoming more defined, his upper body muscles grew, and his strength increased. His eyes, the prettiest blue she had ever seen, they swallowed her whole like the waves on Midgard against the shores.

She doubted that Odin could have made the ocean as beautiful, alluring, and dangerous as the pools of his eyes.

Her heart clenched when she watched him have his way with that whore of a slave, Margrethe, wishing it had been her. The way the thrall, so easily shared by his three brothers, had looked at him with anything but disgust angered her.

She should consider herself blessed to be so close to man.

She willed it herself, writing it out as if fate, that the thrall would be killed. She knew of his elder brother’s pain, poor Ubbe having to suffer the loss of someone he so unconditionally loved, but it had to be done.

And then, her heart all but shattered when the next slave came along, by the name of Freydis. She whispered sickly-sweet honeyed words into his ear, all secretly poisonous lies. She dared bare a child and lie of its blood.

The daughter of Valravn had never known heartbreak such as this as she watched the man she loved dearly fall for another, freeing Freydis as a slave to marry her and wish she would bore his children, the children she should have conceived and carried.

Once again, she had seen to it that the person who had once laid with Ivar be killed, almost as if puppeteering the king to wrap his hands tightly around her neck until she laid cold and still.

It hurt her to see Ivar so broken, so angry, so alone.

And so, she came to him in his dreams in the form of a raven; large with rich, black feathers and watchful eyes.

For many nights, she remained in his dreams, always appearing and eventually, he always came to expect the presence of a raven, even if it hurt her to know that he wholehearted believed it was Odin, or at most, a sign from the Allfather.

Months and months, she came to his dreams, hoping beyond all hope that he would see, would know that it was her, not that old high and mighty bastard Odin, that it was someone who loved him more than anything in all the nine realms and not someone who view him as nothing but a pawn, a warrior to snatch up whenever he felt like to use against the inevitable that is Ragnarök.

But each night, he always believed it was him. Never her. Never the one person who would come face to face with Hel herself for him.

There was one night, one single night, where she had not visited the young king at night in the form of a raven. It was the night she spent pleading and crying and begging her father to go to Midgard and finally claim the man that owned her heart unknowingly.

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“But father please,” you sobbed. “I cannot stand to be without him no longer.”

Your father stared down at your crumpled form racking with sobs down by his feet, your eyes, completely overwhelmed with tears, staring up at him pleadingly.

“We are to remain in this realm, my sweet raven.” His voice, so deep, dark, and scratchy, so baritone, sounded out to you. His own heart was breaking at the mere sight of his daughter in such pain over the Midgardian by the name of Ivar.

His voice was a sound all, but you would find so terrifying, as if death personified. Usually, you would find comfort in the sound of his voice, but the words spoken in such an untuned, tone-deaf melody further shattered your bleeding heart.

“He needs me,” you wailed out in anguish, so broken. “I need him.”

It was as if a darkness shrouded you as you curled up on yourself, a deep black covering your body and exuding further out from your form. He was certain if he didn’t do something, his only child, the only company, the only thing he cared for, would die of a broken heart right before his eyes.

Valravn grunted as if in pain and the feathers on his back ruffled as he began to walk towards the heavy gates that kept him within the realm he was doomed to never leave. You peered up at him in question, your sight blurry but clear enough to watch him with curious yet sad eyes.

He beckoned you over, a bony, frail, pale and withered finger with blackened tips called you to him.

Shakily, you stood and slowly made your way over towards your father and the gates, your bare feet softly padding against the dead grass below and your arms, although covered by the dark feathered cloak engulfing your body, hugged around your body tightly.

Standing before him, you peered up once again, only to close your eyes when his forehead reaches to gently connect to your own. The towering figure of your father being distorted due to him having to reach and crouch down so low to meet you.

“Nothing binds you to stay here with me, although it may tear me apart to be without you, my sweet raven,” he started, his heart swelling when he sees your eyes open, gazing up at him hopefully. He pulls back to stand his full height before he continued.

“Only you can open the gate, I would only suffer great pain if I even touch the passage to other realms.” Your body collided with his as your arms wrapped themselves tightly around his waist, face burying itself into the skin and bones feathers down by his stomach.

He chuckled deeply and place his hand atop your head, enjoying the last warmth you’ll bring to him for a long while.

“I do not know how the Midgardians will perceive you, and I cannot tell of your fate with the crippled boy, but know that when ready to return, I will be awaiting you, my child.”

As he willed it so, a feather of his braided itself into a lock of your hair, sitting against the right side of your head.

You pushed away from him, parting with the only thing you’ve truly known since birth many millennia ago.

With no more words, just longing glances, a deep breath gets sucked into your lungs and you push the gates opens, entering a world truly unknown to you.

The gates close behind you with a heavy groan and loud slam and Valravn can only hope, as he begins to watch over you, that you know well enough to guard your heart and keep of what you truly to far and few in-between.

And Valravn swears upon the nine realms that if any such harm comes your way, if the cripple break your heart more than he had unknowingly done so, he would deny him his access to Odin’s pathetic halls of Valhalla, take away the possibility that Freyja may collect him as his own, and deny even Hel the sickening pleasure of having him in her grasps, for he would devour his heart straight from the cavity in his chest as he dies in battle.

Picking at it as a raven would pick the flesh off of a carcass.

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Synopsis;

The young of the forgotten God of illusion, Valravn, craves the Midgardian Ivar the Boneless. Valravn, beings the doting father, allows his daughter to chase after he she desires most and she plans to take what she wishes to have by any means nessicary.

Ivar the Boneless x Reader

(Goddess!reader) (Female!reader) (Valravnsdottir!reader) (Dark!reader)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

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VALRAVNSDOTTIR

Chapter 1

Synopsis;

The young of the forgotten God of illusion, Valravn, craves the Midgardian Ivar the Boneless. Valravn, beings the doting father, allows his daughter to chase after he she desires most and she plans to take what she wishes to have by any means nessicary.

( gif credits; @underragingwaves​ )

Warnings: None in this chapter.

Words: 1,033

Pairings: Ivar the Boneless x Reader 

(Goddess!reader) (Female!reader) (Valravnsdottir!reader) (Dark!reader)

(A/N: Future chapters will get darker as they come and will contain topics that many may not wish to read about. Please bare this in mind when starting this series.)

Chapter 2 >      Series Masterlist

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Each night, a raven visits his dreams. Larger than most common ravens he’s seen throughout his life, a shade of black so dark he didn’t think possible. He believed it was a sign, from Odin, the Allfather himself, telling him that he is favoured by the Gods and that they watch over him, that Odin favours him above all.

And he had no reason to believe otherwise.

Each battle Ivar the boneless found himself in, he had come out victorious and with barely a scratch. Whether he slain enemies whilst he rode in his chariot above all or slithered his way between and over corpses on the ground like the great serpent Jörmungandr who encircles the realm of Midgard.

He was high off of each victory and he continued to believe he was blessed by the Gods who lived amongst the other Aesir upon Asgard.

But when no raven came to him one night after so many battles against the Saxons, he feared he had lost their favour.

Ivar became heightened in his worry, almost coming to call his great army away from the fight against the Saxons that day. He was on edge; anyone would be when they feared the Gods were angry at them and would allow them to be struck down.

But it seemed his fear was all for nought. The battle had been won and once again, Ivan the boneless and his heathen army were undefeated.

He and his men celebrated like true Vikings with food, ale, and women. Loud and rowdy were the crowds in his makeshift hall, the spirits of each men high.

As he drank his bodyweight and more in ale, a thrall curled up by his feet readily waiting to please the king of Kattegat, Ivar still couldn’t force his mind away from the lack of ravens in his dreams, the raven that had been present continuously for plenty of moons.

Without much regard for his army and brothers, even so the thrall by his near useless feet, he stood with his crutch and slowly made his way from the celebrations towards where he had been resting since overtaking the large church, using the deceased bishops’ quarters as his own.

The thrall had moved to stand and follow but Ivar had simply waved her off, telling her with no words that she is to leave him be.

His eyes were distant, and his brow furrowed as he looked towards the ground beneath his crippled legs, opening the door to the bishops’ chambers and closing it the moment he stepped inside. Lifting his eyes from the ground he noticed something peculiar laying on his bed, his brows now furrowing in that of questioning and curiosity.

He slowly made his way over the bed now claimed as his own, picking up the large, obsidian black feather between his thumb and finger.

With his eyes solely concentrated on the feather slowly being twisted and turned between his fingers, he failed to notice the dark figure that hid in the corner of his room, hidden in the shadows, a powerful magic accompanied to conceal them from the sight of Ivar and his heathens.

His lips slowly raised into a smile, one of relief and realisation. The Gods had not abandoned him, they were merely more physical in their presence.

And so, Ivar fell into a slumber truly believing that he misunderstood and that the Gods, that Odin, they all still had their favour, not knowing the true meaning behind the raven’s presence.

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A ruffling of feathers, loud and so nearby; that is what woke Ivar in the dead of night.

There was no doubt in his mind that the entirety of his army alongside his brothers, slaves and thralls were all still deeply asleep, the noise couldn’t have been made by them.

Then his mind slightly panicked, his eyes still closed but he reached for the blade hidden under his pillow, afraid that somehow a man of the enemy had snuck in unnoticed and was preparing to attack.

But why would the enemy make a noise so akin to a bird?

Maybe it was the Gods, maybe he would finally catch a glimpse of the raven. Maybe it was Odins very own two spies, Huginn and Muninn. Or maybe it was Odin himself, disguised as the black onyx-coloured bird.

Whatever it may be, he would soon find out as Ivar slowly allowed his lids to open up.

What came into view was certainly a surprise, to which he was uncertain whether was welcomed or not.

Wide, rounded eyes lined with kohl looked down to him, the makeup wild and smudged around the eyes and down the cheeks. Full lips were parted slightly, allowing small puffs of air to pass between, a deep, dark line, most likely kohl too, ran from the top of her bottom lip, down her chin and past her collarbones to dip behind the large, feathered cape to more than likely travel between her breasts.

Her body was crouched over his, watching him with those same kohl-lined eyes, eyelashes occasionally brushing the apples of her cheeks as she blinks at him.

He couldn’t deny, she was certainly the most beautiful of creatures; if only his brothers had seen in that moment how she was above him, looking towards him as if he had created the sun, placed each star in the sky and crafted the moon with his own bare hands, they would surely agree that no mortal and maybe even no God they’ve been taught of could rival her beauty, not even Freyja.

Ivar held his breath as he watched with keen eyes how her hand peeked out from behind the large cape of raven feathers and timidly came towards his face, allowing her finger to touch with the lightest pressure the flesh between his brows, allowing the tip of her finger to brush over his features with such a delicate touch.

The king of Kattegat was in awe, as if in a trance. He wished the moment would never be spoiled, but he knew he must speak first, otherwise he might die waiting to hear her voice first.

“Who are you?”

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My first actual fic posted to this account

This fic, along with others will contain more darker/taboo/triggering topics

This one just happened to be a little tame lmao

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“But he killed people!!!”

“And he looked good while doing it. Your point???”

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Basement Husband Steve Rogers - Quick Drabble

Summary: You've been an analyst at SHIELD for years working alongside Captain America. Despite your attraction to him and your subtle advances, it's as if you're invisible to him. Tired of waiting for him to see that you're the one, you take matters into your own hands.

Relationship: Steve Rogers x Dark!Reader

A/N: Might be a series, might not. Written quickly so there are probably typos.

Warnings: MINORS DNI, 18+, Kidnapping and knockout gas

Steve's head pounds as he woke up groggily on the bed of the freezing windowless room. The bright white lights irritated his now sensitive eyes. He got up shakily and stumbled as he tried to stand on the cold linoleum floor, the effects of the powerful knockout gas still impacting him. Steve noticed something inflexible and metal around his neck. He tried to pull the collar from his neck with all his might but it refused to break.

You watched him from upstairs on the monitor as the cameras recorded his every move. You went to your closet and put on one of your cutest 1940s styled dresses and applied your red lipstick. Before you made your way down to the soundproof basement, you made sure to bring the wrist cuff that controled Steve's collar.

You pressed your hand on the pad that opened up the adamantium door that stood between Steve and freedom. The door whooshed open and he stopped prying at the collar to look at you.

"Who the hell are you?" Steve asked cautiously as he sized you up.

You gulped as you tried to compose yourself as the humiliation of him not even remembering your name rushed through you.

"My name? My name?" You seethed as you glared at him, "Y/N L/N and we've worked together at SHIELD for years, Steve!"

He looked back at you in confusion and approached you quickly, "Okay, Y/N, where the hell are we? What is this place?! Why are we here?"

Your expression softened and you batted your eyelashes at him, "Stevie, please calm down. You're home now with me where you belong."

He blinked at you bewildered, "What do you mean, home? With you?"

"It's pretty obvious, honey. You're here, at home, with me." You smiled back at him, taking in the slowly creeping panic in his face.

His breathing became heavy and he shook his head at you, "No, this is fucking insane." He hissed as he brushed by you to the open doorway.

Steve instantly fell to the ground just as his foot neared the threshold and screamed in agony. He tugged at the collar as he quickly scrambled away for doorway.

You bent down to check on him, but he whacked your hand away. Your eyes narrowed as you glared down at him.

"It's a vibranium shock collar, Steven. You try to leave this room and it'll shock you. You try to overpower me, it'll shock you and I really don't want to hurt you. But don't worry, it's just until you get used to being home."

Steve was pissed and looked at you hatefully as he stood up, "You can't keep me here! People will know I'm missing and they'll look for me!"

"No," You said matter-of-factly as you cocked your head to the side, "You're on vacation, Stevie, remember? And since I have access to our systems at work, I made sure to change it to extended leave. Now we have all the time in the world to help you adjust."

"Y/N, this is crazy!" He snarled as he tugged at the collar, "You're fucking insane!"

"Insane?" You hissed as you felt the blood rush to your face, "No, you know what's insane, Steven? Is that guys like you say you want a nice girl, someone who's old fashioned. But then you go around dating sluts like Sharon Carter and ignore the nice girls like me! You didn't even know my name as if I were invisible!"

He furrowed his brow and looked at you in disbelief. You scowled at him before turning back towards the door.

"You know what, sweetheart. I think it's time for your first punishment. Let's see how long you can stay here in the dark without food until you ask for me." You responded coldly, upset from his rejections.

"Y/N! Y/N!" You heard him yell as the door whooshed and closed behind you.

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Caress Your Soul - Peter Park \

Synopsis;

He had slowly lost his mind. The young Parker does something irrevocably insane in which you, and your unborn child, direly pay a hefty price for.

Based off of the song: Caress Your Soul by Sticky Fingers

Warnings: Dark!Fic. Dark!Peter. Aged up Peter. Murder. Obsessive. Accusations of cheating. Pregnancy. Honestly, idek. (If I’ve missed anything warning worthy, I apologise and please let me know.)

Words: 1,479

Pairings: (Dark!) Peter Parker x Reader (female)

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