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oneoftheprettynerds · 5 months ago

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Happy Little Family

📖"A Clever, Tricky Little Kitty Cat: Just like her Mommy"

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 4407

Tags: dark!Bucky, mafia/mob au, dubcon/noncon, a/b/o, threats and coercion, rape, forced pregnancy, forced domestic "bliss", yandere, kid fic

Summary: You thought you'd left behind the man who turned out to be more dangerous than you'd ever imagined. But one day he walks back into your life and reminds you that, come hell or high water, you're all going to be one happy. little. family.

This chapter: Bucky shows up unannounced at your cottage, shattering the peaceful life you thought you'd reclaimed for yourself and your daughter. He's reclaiming what's his, and he isn't planning on accepting a "no."

Nickname Dictionary: vorishka = "little thief" mamochka = "mommy/little mother" kotenok= "kitty/kitten" omegya = (made up) Russian spelling of omega omegechka = (made up) "little omega" shlyukha = "slut" krasotka = "Pretty(n.)/pretty one"

1. A Clever, Tricky Little Kitty Cat, Just like her Mommy

"And then the knight took the princess away to his castle, and they lived happily ever after."

You're just outside the nursery when you hear his voice, and ice cold fear instantly floods your chest. You drop the laundry basket and run into the room, and there he is: seated in the chair you nurse from, reading one of the antique fairytale books that your mom gave at the shower, holding your baby.

"James," you breathe, horrified. He's been smiling down at June, but now his face smooths out as he looks up at you. He isn't frowning or glaring, but you know him, and there's a storm behind those eyes that makes dread curl heavy in your stomach. "Hi Doll," he says quietly. "It's good to see you again."

Your heart pounds in your chest. You feel sick. One wrong move and who knows what he'll do. You take a cautious step forward, eyes searching James' body and anywhere nearby for a gun. You don't see one. You take another step. "James," you warn,

June makes a happy gurgle at seeing you, and James coos down at her, "Aw, yeah Sweetie. I'm happy to see Mommy too."

Mommy. Hearing that word come out of his mouth, in a setting like this, is a nightmare you've woken from more than once. You lick your lips and hold out your arms, pleading, "Please give her to me."

He acts like he hasn't even heard you, smiling and tapping June's body with one finger. "We were just reading a story. Little lady is gonna be a big reader one day, I bet. Gonna grow up to be real smart." His gaze slides back to you, with what you interpret as a world-of-hurt-coming-your-way look glimmering in his eyes. "A clever, tricky little kitty cat. Just like her Mommy."

A whimper escapes you, unbidden.

June starts squirming in his lap, eager to get to you. When he doesn’t hand her over, she starts to fuss. He coos at her and bounces her in his arms to calm her, kisses the top of her head while keeping his somber, reproachful eyes on you. “You left your door unlocked,” he says. “She was alone.”

She’d been down for her nap when you went downstairs and popped across the street to visit with Hilde, your one friend in the world. It’s so common for mothers to do, in this tiny, Nordic village you’ve settled in. It’s the culture here. It’s supposed to be safe. You swallow thickly, eyes flitting around to try and think of what to do. You think of your gun, so far away. You’d talked yourself out of keeping it tucked behind your bed, so now the only weapon you own is down in the kitchen. But maybe … maybe if you can get him away from June …

“You should be more careful, Little thief. You never know who might break in and take everything you love.”

“The only thing we had to guard against here was you,” you hiss. “And I’m not fool enough to think a locked door would keep you out.”

“You’re damned right it wouldn’t.” He tosses the storybook aside like trash and stands up with June in his arms. “But you are a fool if you thought there was anywhere in the world you could go where I wouldn’t find you.”

You flinch forward compulsively, unable to think of your own safety over your baby’s. “Please, James,” you beg. “Please. Just give her to me.”

“Oh no, Dollface,” he purrs, voice deceptively soft. “We’ve got a lot of catching up to do, and you aren’t gonna want her in the room when it happens.” His hands tighten threateningly on June’s little body. “Whose baby is this?”

You blanch. “Don’t hurt her.”

“Aw. You don’t want me to hurt her?”

“No, please!” The sob that’s been working its way up in your throat finally breaks. It’s killing you not to rush forward and snatch her from his arms. “Please, I'll do anything.”

“Is that so?” He stares at you long and hard. The few seconds of silence are torturous as he holds your daughter away from you.

James is one of the deadliest people you’ve ever met, and he’s capable of horrendous violence, but he wouldn’t hurt a baby, that much you do know. What you have to worry about most right now isn’t him physically hurting her; it’s him wanting her, whisking her away right alongside you, when he inevitably takes you from this place. There’s nothing you can do to prevent your own fate, but if there’s anything you can do to keep him from getting his hands on June, you’ll do it. Your eyes flit around the nursery frantically, its pale, dream-like decorations taunting you as you try to think of what to do. It feels surreal to have a man like James standing in this room, feels wrong.

Your heart leaps when he suddenly moves, but he’s only turning to walk over to the crib, bending and placing June in it with a surprising amount of care. Something painful lances in your chest at seeing him handle her so gently, but when he turns back around to you, all of that gentleness is gone. “Come on,” he snaps. “To the other bedroom.”

You hesitate, not wanting to leave your daughter alone, but he stalks forward and grabs your upper arm, herding you out of the nursery and down the hallway. In your bedroom, he pushes you onto the bed. You land in a heap and scramble to prop back up on your hands, trying to swipe the hair out of your face.

“Whose baby is that?” he demands. “Tell me. I want to hear you say it.”

His Voice. God. After almost a year and a half it should be lessened. The pull you feel when you hear it has no right to tug at you the way it does. You’re not even mated, which makes it all the more insulting. It gets in through your ears and spreads throughout your body, like an invasive plant, growing and sinking its roots into you and tug, tug tugging on your will: Whose baby is that.

You fight the awful urge to tell him, as you rapidly, fearfully weigh your options. It’s hard to think when you’re so frightened, so taken aback. Most people might think it wise to admit the truth, but you know this man, this alpha, and you know he’ll never let her go if he knows that she’s his. Anything, you think. You have to do anything you can to keep her from that life, that world.

Heart in your throat, you insist, “Noone.”

“Noone?” His visage darkens. “Artificial insemination, then? I know they’re progressive and all up here, but don’t take me for a fool, mamochka.”

“It was just some guy! Just a one night stand, I swear!”

He surges in, gets one knee up on the bed and pushes you onto your back when you try to get up, leaning over you and holding you down by your shoulders. “So you did let another man fuck you,” he growls.

You jut your chin out and hiss, “Yes.” (Lying Rule #1: deliver your bullshit with confidence).

“Who? Was he alpha?”

“Why do you care? It was one night in Oslo.” (Rule #2: add in one or two unimportant details.)

“What’s. his. name?”

A bitter sound escapes you (Rule #3: attach honest emotion to it, if you can). “I don’t know his name. I never did. I was just racking up a roster, just wanted to get laid after getting away from you.”

He bares his teeth at you in a snarl, furious, and shoves you harder against the mattress. You cry out and try to hit him, but he catches your wrists and holds them down to the bed easily, shoving you again, one of his powerful thighs pressed up between yours. “You’re mine,” he growls, getting in your face, lying on top of you. “Noone else’s. Not ever.”

You whimper and nod, shaken and keenly aware of his body on top of yours, his strength. James is a massive hulk of an alpha, capable of overpowering you in any situation, and even through your frantic thoughts, you know you’ll never be able to get away from him in close contact like this. He’s so angry, his scent gone thick and choking. You’re too panicked to plan out what it is you’re going to say next, you just wind up instinctively trying to placate him, blurting out, “What do you want?”

He leers down at you. “I want what’s mine. What’s always been mine.” On your wrists, his fingers tighten cruelly. “You’ve had your fun now, and gotten away with it for too damn long. You’re coming home with me, Little thief.”

You gasp as the pressure on your wrists increases painfully, mind flying to that cold, Siberian fortress and the life that awaits you there. You might be able to get away from him before then, but you might not, and you can’t risk June being trapped there as well. “Okay, okay! I’ll go with you, I will. Wherever you want. Just … Please let me give her to the neighbor. Please.”

He smiles nastily down at you. “Oh, you don’t want her to come along? Another man’s pup?”

Tears press at the backs of your eyes at the thought of leaving your daughter behind, but you shake your head. “Please. Just take her over to the woman across the street. She’ll look after her. Please James, she's my daughter. I won’t fight you if you leave her there. She’s nothing to you. Just let her stay where it’s safe.”

Something in his expression shifts, but you don’t have time to figure out what the emotion might be, before he shutters again. He leans down and purrs, “Oh, I don’t know, vorishka [little thief]. You stole some very valuable things from me. And since I don’t see any fucking Picassos hanging in this hovel you call a house, I assume they’re in the wind.”

It wasn’t as though you’d simply been able to run away. Escaping had required finances, techniques, firms of dangerous men hired to plant false leads, erase tracks, ferret you away into oblivion, and then move halfway across the globe and buy yourself a new identity. The bribes alone had eaten up most of the money. You shudder in his grip, knowing that the paintings wouldn’t save you, even if you did have them. “They’re gone.”

“I know they’re gone, Little thief.” He shoves his thigh down against you. “So how are you gonna make it up to me?”

You whimper. “I can’t,” you plead. “James. I don’t have anything.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that. I can think of a few ways you can start repaying your debt.” He runs one hand down your side, groping your waist as he breathes softly against your ear: “For instance, do you have any idea what she’d be worth on the black market?”

It takes you a split second to figure out what he means, and your heart seizes in terror as soon as you do. You know James is involved in every type of shady, illegal dealing there is in the world, but you’d never even considered the idea of human trafficking. Now that he’s said it, you panic that you’ve made a huge mistake by lying that the baby isn’t his. “James,” you whisper, horrified. “Alpha, please.”

“Oh, it’s Alpha, now, is it?” He chuckles meanly, the sound making your stomach churn. You’re about to say something else, beg in some other, pitiful way, tell him he’s June’s father, but instead you cry out as his hand fists in your hair and yanks your head to the side. His breath hits hot against your skin and he drags his nose up the side of your neck, scenting you. “Mmm,” he hums darkly, pleased. “You spread your legs for another man, but you didn’t let anyone in here.”

You squeak when his teeth scrape over your still-unmarked glands. “No!” you gasp, just as much an answer as it is a plea for nim not to bite you. “I didn’t, I didn’—”

“Shut up,” he snaps, closing his teeth down on the spot. You whine as he pulls your hair and slowly increases the pressure of his bite, threatening to break the skin. Horrified, you feel your body responding with arousal, heat blooming deep in your core. You squeeze your eyes shut, and sure enough few seconds later James is inhaling deeply and chuckling. “Oh, kotenok [kitten]. Still the same as ever, huh?” He shifts, hand slipping down between your legs and cupping you from over the fabric of your dress. “Ripe for your Alpha’s touch, even after all this time. How sweet.” Humiliated rage bubbles up inside of you and you glare up at him. He’s looking down fondly at you, eyes heated and lip drawn into his mouth. He lets it slide back out between his teeth and murmurs, “It’s okay, you know. It’s everything to me, omegechka [little omega], the way you respond. It’s only natural.” You growl angrily, but he just hums and tugs your hair again, other hand molding to your mound and rubbing. “Shh sh sh,” he hushes, when you cry out louder. “Don’t want to scare the whelp, do you?”

You freeze, listening to try and hear June. She’s whining from over in her room, not understanding why she’s been left alone when she can hear her mommy’s voice just down the hall. “Please,” you whisper, locking eyes with James again. “Please. Let me go to her.”

He grinds the heel of his hand against you. “I told you, Dollface. You don’t want her here for this.”

He kisses you on the mouth, chaste and lingering; so gentle that for a split second it makes you ache for what you once had with him. James always was very good at making love to you, at lavishing you with a softness and a tenderness even in the darkest of times. But now you can only shiver underneath his weight, because you know that’s not what’s about to happen.

“Seventeen months, moya omegya,” he rumbles quietly, lips brushing yours with the words. “My bed suddenly cold, not knowing if you were alive or dead. Do you have any idea what that did to me?”

His tone of voice is so intimately familiar that it makes your heart clench, bringing back memories of a life you’ve fought so hard to put behind you. “Please,” you whisper. “Don’t do this.”

He tuts and shakes his head softly, as if he’s actually remorseful. “How this goes depends entirely on you. I want you to know that.” He hasn’t stopped working his hand against you, rubbing his palm against your clit and smiling at how you shudder beneath him and your body betrays you. You watch his nostrils flare as he smells the reaction he’s pulling from you against your will. “Sweet girl,” he coos. “You just can’t help it, can you?” You toss your head and screw your eyes shut, but he’s having none of it. He yanks your hair and hisses at you to open your eyes. “No,” he warns, once he’s got your attention. He moves back, getting up onto his knees and shrugging off his jacket. “You’re going to watch. The whole time.” His hands land on his belt, the buckle clinking as he opens it and undoes his pants. “I want to look right in your eyes while I take back what’s mine.” He shoves his pants down along with his underwear. His cock springs free, already hard and wet at the tip. A part of him that’s been inside you hundreds of times, probably. Something you’ve craved and debased yourself for.

Seeing it reignites your shame, but it’s the way you feel your cunt pulse and release a fresh wave of slick, that really makes you start resisting again. “Nnh!”

“Ah ah ah, Dollface. That’s not gonna work.”

“Nugh! Lemmo go!”

You fight, of course you do, but it’s almost worse that way, as it only points out how comically mismatched you are to him. He laughs at you and holds down your thrashing body, barely even grunting from the effort of subduing you. “Shh sh sh,” he hushes, chuckling breathily as he forces you down with one hand and strokes himself with the other. “I have to tell you, kotenok. I’ve been looking forward to this.”

“I hate you!” You manage to get a hand free and you flail, hitting and clawing at him. He inhales sharply as your nails scratch his face. He knocks your hand away with a surprised hiss and, wide eyed, touches the spot where a tiny line of red is welling up on his cheek. The next thing you know, he’s backhanding you, sending spots into your vision and knocking you out of your senses for a few seconds. Your ears ring and you blink, stunned.

His hand appears at your throat, squeezing, pressing up against the arteries. You briefly grapple with him, grabbing his forearm and fighting, but then his thumb notches into place and digs into your glands. Your cries taper off and you go limp with a pathetic, mewling whimper. “Nnnh …”

He leers down at you, adjusting his grip, still jerking his cock as he subdues you with the Hold. “Weak,” he says. “But that’s just how I like you.”

His thumb rubs in circles, sending a rush of liquid gold through your veins. It worsens the situation between your legs, and you can’t hide that any more than you can hide the humiliated tears that prick to your eyes as he shoves your dress up and rips your underwear straight off of you. He coos when he looks down and sees how wet you are. “Oh, omegechka.” He knees your legs further apart and drags his cockhead through your folds. “And this is you hating me?”

You shake with a silent sob, despising him with your whole being, hating yourself for reacting this way. Before James, you’d never met a man who coveted your omega nature so much, hadn’t known what it was to need an alpha that way, to have your body need him. And to think: you used to like it.

He lines himself up and sinks inside of you in one, unyielding push, forcing you to open to him, carving out his space inside of you. You cry out at the force of it, body clamping down hard and the delicate skin at your entrance stinging from the stretch, but he doesn’t stop until he’s fully seated. “Fuck,” he groans, grinding in deep, his pubic bone pressing against your clit, laughing darkly when it makes you squeal. “Oh, you sensitive?” He does it again, and again, doesn’t stop until he gets a high pitched, warbling moan from you. “Theere she is.” He digs his thumb in harder against your glands and stares right in your eyes as he watches the effect it has on you, soaking up the flush in your face and the furious tears welling at the corners of your eyes. “I know, Sweetheart, I know,” he murmurs. “You really can’t help it, can you?” You whimper and he nods along in mock sympathy. “Poor little thing. I can’t imagine what it must be like, to need it that bad.”

“James,”

He pulls out halfway and shoves back in, hard, rumbling in pleasure when it elicits another yelp from you. His other hand grabs at your waist, fingers digging into the soft give of your body. He hums dirtily. “I have to say, I’m pleasantly surprised. You look good for having just pushed out that pup. You look healthy.” You whine in protest and he fucks in hard again, baring his teeth in a mean smile. “Yeah, momma, you heard me.” He pulls out, thrusts back in.

“Ss-stop.”

He laughs. “Don’t be like that, krasotka [Pretty(n.)]. I like it. You always were too skinny for my taste.” He runs his hand from your waist up to the top of your dress, yanking it down along with the cup of your bra, and groaning when your swollen breast spills out. You squeal in rage as he curses quietly, eyes going molten and unfocused. “Fuck, Honey, look at you.”

You start thrashing again hard, trying to hit him, but you only get a glancing blow to the side of his head before he refixes his hand on your throat and clamps down in another Hold. He gives you a firm shake. “Settle down. I told you: I like it..”

“Nnn, fuck you!” You spit on him, but he only laughs and wipes it away, leering down at you and continuing gleefully,

“Shouldn’t be skinny like some damn underwear model. Mm mn, naw. Now you’re nice and soft, just like you should be. Somethin’ for Alpha to grab onto. Bitty waist and a fat ass.” He grabs your waist again and pulls you down into the next roll of his hips, changing the angle and hitting that spot inside of you that makes stars burst in your vision.

“Ah!”

“Mmhm. Right there baby? Yeah, thaat’s the spot. I remember.” He’s panting open-mouthed, breathless as he taunts you, “I remember everything. What you like. How you feel. The sounds you make. Fuck.” He shoves into you hard and holds there, his licked-red lips curling up wickedly. “Your cunt’s fluttering around me, Sweetheart. Clamping down so fucking hard.”

“Nnh!”

He laughs, but his smile slackens as his own pleasure continues to build. He angles back and looks down your body, stares at where his cock is disappearing inside of you with lewd, wet sounds. “Shit, momma. And this pussy snapped back real good, didn’t it?”

You cry out angrily, but it’s what he wants: to see you aroused and humiliated and furious at him. He sets a punishing pace, his hips slamming against you hard on the end of each, brutal thrust; his open belt and the zip of his fly digging into your ass every time he grinds inside. “You haven't been fucking anybody,” he says smugly. “How long’s it really been, mamochka? Hm? How long since another man was in this cunt?”

You moan miserably, his cock driving hard against your walls, too rough but not painful enough to keep it from feeling good. James is big, has an alpha’s cock, and it’s never been a physical possibility for him to be inside of you and not rub against every spot that makes your body light up in pleasure. You shake your head and try to close your eyes, but he pushes his hand up harder underneath your jaw, shaking you. “Uh uh. Look at me.”

You can’t fight off the command of his Voice, not when he’s already dominating you so completely. Your eyes open against your will, full of tears, and he rumbles in satisfaction.

“Better.”

Every whimper and mewl you make drives him on, stoking the angry satisfaction that’s burning in his eyes—eyes that you can’t look away from as you cry out again and again, little “Ah, ah, ah's” that interrupt the cadence of your skin slapping together, all of his eager growls and satisfied grunts.

“That’s it, shlyukha,” he pants, hips snapping in hard, again and again. “You—ugh—you let Alpha know how good that feels. Don’t hold it back from me.” His breathing is getting heavier the closer he gets, his composure and even his anger losing some of their hold as he fucks you harder, sinks down on you farther, covers you with his body fully as he ruts into you in pursuit of his climax. “Shit,” he hisses not far from your ear, face stuffed in your neck.

You keen high in your throat at his proximity to your bonding glands—a plaintive sound that directly contradicts the panicked ‘no!’ that flashes in your brain. His hand leaves the front of your neck and scoops around behind instead, gripping you at the nape in a Scruff that feels just as toe-curlingly right as the Hold had.

For a very split second, his breath hitches and his growling trips into a needy whimper. “O-oh …” And that’s when you feel it: his knot starting to catch on the end of each thrust.

“Ah!” You cry out sharply and grab onto him, helpless to keep your body from seeking out more, from clinging to him and clamping down hard as his knot grows and triggers you into orgasm. “Hhgnn …”

He goes feral when he feels your body locking down on him, growling and shoving in and grinding to ensure that he catches inside and ties you together. His hand abandons your neck entirely as he gives in to the instinct to rut, both arms wrapping around your waist, scooping under your back and holding you still for him to fuck furiously against. The tug of his knot inside your cunt makes you sob and come harder, losing sense of yourself as the pleasure cuts through you like a knife.

“Fuck, fuck, ohhfuck …” The sound of his deep voice, so lost in the desperation and helplessness of his own pleasure, makes your belly flare hot with new arousal even as you’re coming down the other side of it. You gasp and pant, and eventually whimper as the bliss dissipates and you become more aware of him on top of you, grunting and groaning and fucking into your tie as he rides out the long, debilitating climax of an alpha.

You keep your eyes closed and cry, hating that it still feels good as he fucks into you, grinds down on your clit and gives your another orgasm, and another. You wait for him to finish as your brain fills with the high that comes after, that unavoidable pink cloud that you know is going to seal your fate and make you helpless to him for the next thirty minutes, at least. You squeeze your eyes shut and turn your head in the direction of the pillows.

As the high starts to take you, you think about how, if you’d just kept your gun holstered behind by the headboard like you’d planned, you could be blowing his brains out right about now.

A.N.: Soooo ... This is the rape-iest thing I've ever ever written. I hope y'all are okay. Just wanted to drop a note to let you know that this fic WILL lighten up and not be quite so, well, rapey, in the future. Thanks for reading! 💖Sarah

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SPIDER-BOY

Pairing - Peter Parker x Reader

Summary - Thinking he has no chance with y/n as himself, Peter begins approaching them as Spider-Man.

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Two months.

That was how long it had been since Peter first indulged in his ridiculous idea of talking to you under the guise of Spider-Man. Of course he hadn’t meant for it to last this long, promising himself that it was just to help him build his confidence–maybe even learn a bit about what kind of things you liked–so that he could actually ask you out as himself. Unfortunately, though, things hadn’t gone quite as he had planned.

Spider-Man offered him a type of courage that he just wasn’t able to muster as Peter Parker. Under the cover of his mask he was able to come across as easy-going and flirtatious, never failing to leave your cheeks a deep crimson from the playful banter. Yet, when he did manage to speak to you as plain ole’ Peter, all of that was suddenly lost on him, leaving him a complete and total bumbling mess. As far as he was concerned, Peter Parker had no chance to be what any girl wanted, especially you. But Spider-Man was a different story.

And so he continued to exploit Spider-Man, using the masked hero as a means to continue getting closer to you, pretending to be oblivious to the fact that he wouldn’t be able to hide behind his secret identity forever. To be fair, he would rationalize to himself, Spider-Man had taken a lot from him, it was only fair that he got something in return.

Plus, the interactions had been mostly innocent. Or at least that’s what he kept telling himself, opting to ignore the many times that coy attitudes began to border on actual sexual attraction. He tried not to think about those times (though there had been many nights where he purposely let those interactions slip into his mind, reliving them from the privacy of his bedroom), instead just promising himself that he wouldn’t let his romantic escapades as Spidey go too far.

“So,” your voice filled his ears, his heart skipping a few beats at the sound, “at what point should I start to wonder if you’re stalking me?”

Peter chuckled at the question, his fingers gripping the railing of the balcony to your apartment, effortlessly hanging from it. “Do you feel like I’m stalking you?”

“Hm,” you placed a finger against your chin, pretending to be deep in thought, evoking even more laughter from the boy. “Maybe a bit.”

“Oh yeah? What did I do to give that impression?”

“Well, to be fair, you’re currently dangling a couple hundred feet in the air off the side of my balcony.” You told him matter-of-factly, gesturing to where he was still hanging from the railing.

His brows furrowed beneath his mask, an expression that was barely noticeable due to the fabric covering his face. “And that makes me a stalker? I thought you’d find it romantic, a sort of Romeo-and-Juliet moment.”

“Romeo threw pebbles at her window, he didn’t scale an entire apartment building dressed in spandex.” You reminded him, “But, actually, it’s more so that I don’t remember ever giving you my address.”

Peter froze for a moment, having not thought about the fact that your previous run-ins with Spider-Man had always been in public spaces–catching you after work or just happening to bump into you on the street while patrolling–never at your home. He only knew where you lived because you had told him, but as Peter Parker, not Spider-Man, when the two of you were assigned to a project together last week. He mentally face-palmed at his own ignorance.

“Superheroes keep up with where all the pretty girls live. One of the lesser-known parts of the job.” He quipped, hoping that flattery would keep you from thinking too much into it. You only rolled your eyes at the comment, luckily not pressing any further.

“So what did I do to deserve a surprise Spidey visit this time?” You hummed, leaning back against the cold brick of your apartment building.

Peter hoisted himself over the edge of the balcony so that he was standing across from you, his arms finally beginning to ache from holding up his bodyweight for so long. “What, I’ve gotta have a reason to stop by and see my favorite civilian?”

“Civilian?” You snorted. “And here I was thinking you and I were friends.”

He dramatically placed his hands on either side of his face, feigning shock at your words, “Oh God no! You and me? Friends?” he let his hands fall to his waist, an exaggerated breath leaving his mouth, “No, not at all. I think that would be a conflict of interest.”

You cocked a brow at him, “How so?”

“I mean–I just think it would really interfere with our whole superhero slash damsel-in-distress routine, ya know?”

“Damsel-in-distress?” You gasped incredulously at the claim, though the corners of your mouth were still quirked up in a smile.

Peter nodded, “Uh, yeah. That’s literally our whole thing, isn’t it? You constantly running into trouble, me swinging in and saving your life.”

“You haven’t had to save my life once Spider-Boy.” Peter scoffed at the name, acting like he was insulted.

“Oh c’mon!” Peter dragged the word out, practically whining as he took a fraction of a step towards you, the movement enough to leave only a few inches between the both of you due to how small the balcony was. “You are literally always getting yourself into danger.”

“Okay,” You crossed your arms over your chest, craning your neck so that you could actually look up at him, the masked vigilante having several inches on you, “give me an example then.”

Peter rolled his eyes, a gesture only evident by the dramatic way his head moved along with them. He reached a gloved hand to your face, letting his fingertip gently brush against the semi-healed cut along your forehead. “You literally got this by tripping over your own shoes and banging your head against the counter at a coffee shop. Not to mention the fact that you spilled your entire coffee on yourself in the process.” He trailed away from the cut, moving to brush a stray hair behind your ear. He didn’t take his hand away, though, letting it rest against the side of your face. “You are always in danger because you are the danger.”

Your eyes widened for a moment, so quick that he didn’t even notice the reaction. He was right, you had done that, an unfortunate consequence of being the clumsiest person alive. But, still, his words left you confused; remaining silent for just a moment as you turned them over in your head. When you finally opened your mouth to speak you were cut off by the sound of distant sirens, a groan immediately coming from him, knowing that your interaction would now be cut short.

His thumb brushed against your cheek, acting as an unnecessary silent apology.

“Sounds like somebody needs Spider-Man.” You told him as he let his hand fall from your skin, forcing himself to the railing. If he didn’t go now, he wouldn’t leave at all. “You better hurry, it could be one of those pretty girls you keep tabs on.” You shot a teasing grin in his direction, referencing his earlier comment.

“Ugh, they just never give me a day off.” He joked, swinging his feet over the balcony railing before gripping onto it and allowing himself to once again hang from it. “Try not to trip into anything dangerous until I’m back.”

He turned his head and reached one hand out, likely to shoot a web at the building across from yours, but hesitated when he heard you speak again, a sudden panic filling his body at your words, “Be safe, Parker.”

The sirens continued blaring, growing closer with each second, but all he could hear was the sound of his own heart wildly thumping against his chest. “What?” He sounded completely dumbfounded, his head slowly turning back to look at you, only to find you standing with your own finger pointing to the cut he had traced on your forehead, a wide grin on your face.

“Spider-Man wasn’t there the day that I fell.” You shot a knowing glance in his direction, one that had his cheeks heating up. He had never been more thankful to be wearing a mask, aware that his face was likely beet red. “I asked Peter to meet me there so I could borrow his biology notes.”

Peter didn’t speak, too stunned by his own stupidity for slipping up and not thinking about how he was there that day as himself, not Spider-Man. This time you were the one to take a step forward and close the gap between you, having to lean down just a bit in order to be face-to-face as he dangled from the railing.

“You’re a lot more confident in the suit.” You mused, your hands finding the base of his mask, lightly tugging the material up to reveal his face. Even though it was dark out you could still see that he was blushing. “But I prefer you without it.”

His jaw fell slack, words getting caught in his throat as a million thoughts raced through his mind, though one thought in particular was a lot louder than the rest: I prefer you without it.

“You should definitely go.” The sirens were now close enough that you could actually see the faint red-and-blue lights a few streets over. He looked in the direction of them but still didn’t make a single move to leave. You seemed to recognize his hesitation, tugging the mask back down over his face. “If you ever remember how to talk then you can come back when you’re done. But ditch the mask.”

Peter nodded at your words, his eyes remaining glued to you as you straightened back up, turning your back to him to go back inside your apartment–leaving him to go off and be a hero. Once you were inside he couldn’t help but laugh, shaking his head as he forced himself to get into motion, swinging in the direction of the police lights.

Turns out Peter Parker did have a chance.

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Family affair

Note: Ari and Ransom are twins in this

Summary: Harlan's money ruled the world of your husband and in-laws. When Harlan cuts his family off the rift between siblings grows larger and you are somehow caught in the middle

Warning: 18+ Only, Dark themes, pregnant dubious consent, domestic violence, kissing

Dark Ari x Reader, eventual dark Ransom x Reader

Chapter 2

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Sleep escaped you. The bump in your stomach seemed to be more in the mood for soccer than rest.

You swore that this pregnancy would be the last. The whole experience was draining and without your husband lonesome.

He had missed every mile stone. From the moment you found out to the first sonogram.

The sound of your phone perked you up a bit, until Linda's name printed on the screen.

"Hey hon are you OK? You disappeared on me. I've been searching all over for you." Her fake pleasantry grated you. All this time you had thought she had come around to you, but after talking with Harlan you knew better.

Had she put the bug in Harlan's ear about the paternity? Was it due to Ari's constant traveling that the legitimacy got called into question. Did they see you as a cheater? Before Ari rushed off you two were still very much in the honeymoon phase, and indulged in every minute of it.

"I'm fine.. sorry. Ransom offered to take me home. Sorry I didn't even think to say goodbye."

"Oh…" She sounded surprised and in that moment you realized just how strange that sounded. Ransom never offered to do anything out of the kindness of his heart.

"Well… uh I just got off the phone with Ari." Her words caught you by surprise again.

"What? I..I called …"

"You know the cell service over there. I'm sure he tried to call you before he got on the plane."

"Plane?"

"Uuuh Yes he's on a plane. It must’ve slipped his mind. He sounded like he was in a rush. Don't worry I am sure he will call when he lands.” She hurried to excuse him.

Your husband was coming home and you were the last to know. This wasn't the first time he left you out of the loop, but after what happened the slight hurt more.

"It's a long flight so he should be here by tomorrow. I'll swing by and come get you."

"Thank you Linda. Talk to you tomorrow."

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A new day and still no response from Ari. He had to have seen your messages and calls by now.

The knock on the front door was unexpected. Had he gotten home early? But Ari never knocked. Maybe he lost his key?

There were two more knocks before you reached the door.

When you rose to look out the peephole no one was there. Something manila peeped through the slit of the door. Cautiously you opened the door and it fell to the ground.

You strained to bend and pick it up. The marked letters spelled out your name. It alarmed you, and against your better judgement you opened it.

All eight by tens photos in high resolution.

It felt like your eyes were deceiving you. In your mind you tried to understand why you were seeing Ari and not Ransom.

Maybe Ransom grew a beard? Ari was out saving the world.

Ransom partied on yachts with models, not Ari. Ransom wore designer suits, did drugs, not Ari.

Reality was slapping you in the face but you refused to believe it.

If you brought this to Linda would she defend her son? Did she already know? Did Harlan?

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The snow started to pour down slowly when Linda arrived. You decided to say nothing to her. You sat and waited to confront Ari with what you had received.

The scenery started whining down a familiar path. You had expected Linda to take you to the airport. Not back to Harlan's estate. When you questioned Linda informed you that Ari was already here.

It infuriated you that Ari did not call you when he landed. Why he chose to come here instead of coming home? It had been so long since he'd seen you in person.

This was the last place you wanted to be. You would’ve stayed in the car if it weren’t for the fact that your husband was inside that house.

Linda held the door as you waddled up the porch. You heard voices but nothing discernible.

"You would think a man that hasn't seen his pregnant wife in months would be rushing to greet her at the door." She shouted sarcastically into the hall as she helped you out of your jacket.

Chatter died down and time seemed too slow as Ari popped his head out into the hall. Everything faded away as he appeared. Your heart fluttered and breath hitched at the sight of him.

His skin was sun beat and his beard had gotten thicker than before. You remembered telling him over and over again to shave it, but of course he ignored you.

Ari smiled brightly after spotting you. He rushed to you, engulfing you in his arms. Everything melted away with that.

"Well look at you," Ari beamed as he pulled back and examined you.

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Ari lead you into one of the many upper bedrooms. The privacy much needed as the PDA was not well received by the rest of the family.

Your smile faded as you looked at the room. His bags were in the closet. Clothes unpacked and hanging. He was staying here.

"You came just for the money… didn't you?" You accused. Anger started to bubble up inside you and it was hard to control it. "Not me. Not the baby."

"I was going to come see you after I talked with Harlan."

It was a lie. If Linda didn't call you, you doubt you would've known he was even in town. Let alone this country. How many times had he done this?

"See….me?" You looked at him bewildered and furious. "….I’m not some friend you are visiting, I am your wife."

Your mind went back to the pictures. Everything he had ever told you about his travels you were now calling into question.

"Calm down. You know what I meant." He motioned with his hands for you to relax. It had the opposite effect.

"That man is done with all of you." You hissed as tears burned your eyes.

"Your being too emotional. Think of the baby." He stood with his hands on hips. That set you off.

"I didn't ask to be pregnant. This was another decision you made without me. When I called to talk to you about it you were never there. It's like I'm in this marriage alone and I am getting tired of it…. I think… I think I want a divorce."

Tears spilled down your cheek. You cupped your mouth as you couldn't believe you had come to this point.

Ari charged at you in that instant. The wall hit your back as his eyes grew wild and dark. You held your hands over your stomach as you trembled before him.

"I gave you love when no one else would. I gave you a family when you didn't have one. When we got married we said till death do us part."

You felt the threat in his words as he talked down at you. He was angry and it scared you. This wasn’t the first time. All of those instances came flooding back. The fighting, the choking the assaults. How had you forgotten until now.

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"I'm sorry… Ari…please," you pleaded. "I don't want a divorce I'm sorry. I just missed you. So much."

He searched your eyes and you prayed he believed you. When he got like this it was best to just appease him. His hand eased off your neck, but you still kept your back to the wall.

He raked through his hair as he paced in front of you. When he stopped you prayed.

Ari looked over at you sullen.

"Are you OK? Is the baby OK?" He asked sincerely. You shook your head 'yes', sniffing. Tears were falling and you couldn't stop them.

You tensed when he crouched down, prying your hands away from your belly. You watched him carefully, still terrified. He rubbed your belly tenderly. Apologizing lowly to the little life inside before kissing your bump.

Tears trickled down your cheek and fell into his hair. How had you forgotten this? This wild anger. Why while he'd been gone could you only think about the good times, the sweetness. There were far more bad times than good, but by god when they were good it felt great.

"Tell me you forgive me.” He whispered to your belly, but it was directed to you. “I need to hear it.”

Ari laced your fingers with his as he rose to his feet.

You didn’t forgive him, but you knew better to tell him that.

“I forgive you, Ari.”

"Do you want to leave me?" He looked remorseful, truly. That tugged at you. In that moment you saw the Ari you fell in love with. The selfless, pure hearted sole that would give his last dime to help anyone.

He had been so happy to see you and you ruined it. He would've come home after talking it out with Harlan, right? The flight was so long he probably just wanted to rest a bit before coming home. Maybe your pregnancy was making you irrational again.

"…No," you answered honestly. The heat of his gaze made you feel bubbly. He smiled at you sweetly and your heart fluttered.

"Do you still love me?" He asked.

"..Yes."

The tension in your body released as he wrapped around you gingerly. He held you carefully almost as if you would break as he dipped his head lowly toward you.

The kiss was soft and was already making you breathless. You closed your eyes and melted into him as he deepened his kiss. His hands roamed your body as he walked you away from the wall.

Ari smelled so good you had forgotten how much you loved his scent.

"Fuck," He breathed out over your lips. His touch made you feel wanted, needed. You couldn't remember the last time you felt this way.

"Ari," you gasped out when his kisses trailed down your neck and collar bone.

Ari pulled away and immediately started taking off his clothes. "I want you on top."

You felt shy and unsure. The last time he saw you. All of you, you weren't half this size. There were stretch marks, cellulite and fat and rolls where they hadn't been before. You had never been in the best of shape but now with the pregnancy everything seemed amplified.

You didn't even want to think of the unflattering garments underneath your clothes. Maternity clothes were far from sexy and confidences boosting.

While he on the other hand had not changed. In fact he looked more tone and sculpted than before. He didn't notice your hesitation as he was too focused on undoing his pants.

When he looked up finally you opened your mouth to protested, but he swallowed it. Rushing toward you again, kissing you hard, hungry, like a wild animal. He kissed you with more passion and need all while pulling you out of your clothes.

You watched as Ari dropped low and roll down your maternity pants. Pushing them down with your panties before he kissed along your belly.

You covered yourself foolishly when he fell back on the bed. Ari watched you intently, his watchful eye making you feel shy. Your gaze fell to the throbbing member that now seemed to be bigger than the last time.

He was your husband yet you felt embarrassed, almost like you were naked in front of a stranger for the first time.

Annoyed he sighed before grabbing you by the wrist and urging you over to him.

"Look at me baby," he coed sweetly. Clumsily you climbed up and straddled him, a taxing endeavor that already had you panting. It was a hard command to do even when you weren't pregnant.

"That's my girl," he praised when your eyes finally lock with his, still unsure of yourself.

Your self-conscious ate away at you, when his eyes scanned over your body. He still wanted you. Even like this. It was just hard to wrap your head around.

When you began to sit upright Ari guided your hips into position. It already felt too big. Even with your slickness it felt as if it wouldn't fit. Ari urged you down and you whimpered as you tightened around him. You sucked in a breath as he filled you slowly.

"Fucking tight… gotta loosen you up so that baby slides out easy." Ari teased. He took his time with you and you wanted to live in it. All the problems fell away as you drowned in passion.

You couldn't stay quiet. The way Ari moved you made it impossible.

He smirked proudly as you chanted his name.

The sounds leaking from this room you were sure could be heard throughout the house. Ari didn't care and you were hard pressed to either.

"Fuck you're lucky you can't get pregnant twice," he grunted. You mewled as he slammed your ass down his shaft repeatedly. You ogled his tense muscles and hairy chest, drunk off the desire that he filled you with.

"Let me see you."

You leaned back allowing him a full view of your body. He raked over your figure.

"That's it baby. So beautiful. I love you baby." He panted as you squeezed his member. Your body was his and he knew it.

Ari moved his hands from your hips allowing you to drive. He pushed your back in and sat up to suck on your breast. His tongue flickered over your hard nipple as he sucked.

Your hand tangled in his hair as your ass bounced off his thigh repeatedly.

"Ari," you said hotly.

"Fuck I missed you." Ari replied before switching breast.

"Ari!" You exclaim when he hit that button deep in your core. Your body felt over heated and crazed.

Ari took control again. His fingers dug into your flesh as he fucked you.

You hissed loudly as his cum coated your walls while you chased an end.

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Chapter 3>>>

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this seems interesting 👀 ransom what will you do

Family Affair

Note: Ari and Ransom are twins in this

Summary: Harlan's money ruled the world of your husband and in-laws. When Harlan cuts his family off the rift between siblings grows larger and you are somehow caught in the middle.

Warning: none yet, 18+ only, will be dark

eventual dark Ari x Reader, eventual dark Ransom x Reader

Chapter 1

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You didn't understand why you were here. You weren't close to Harlan so you were very surprised he asked for your attendance to his birthday. It was late, you were tired and they hadn't even cut the cake yet.

Maybe because the birthday boy stayed held up in his office for more than half of the event.

You were stuck here as Linda was your only means of transport. You watched dully as she argued with Joni. Sympathy for the widower had long sense dried out and so did the pleasantries.

Marta tapped your shoulder unexpectedly, the gentle touch had you jumping out of your skin.

"Sorry," she apologized in a hushed tone. The young nurse, turned new Mrs. Thrombey, had been just as elusive as her husband. You had an inkling why, but you rather not think about it.

"It's alright. I'm sure Harlan would enjoy me giving birth and dropping dead on his birthday." You chuckled as you rubbed your belly.

"I can see it now the nurse did it." She joked while pantomiming. You both shared a laugh that earned sly stares from the other family members.

"Harlan asked if you could meet him in the study?"

Marta talked lowly again as if she were trying not to draw attention. The people around were immersed in their own conversations, but it was slightly obvious they were ease dropping.

"What does he want with me?"

With a heavy sigh you pushed up off the chair. The move that once was simple now had you breathing heavy.

You hoped he wasn't still upset about the wedding. It was all Ari's idea and you foolishly went along with it.

She smiled lightly as if to reassure you things were fine, but you were slightly worried.

"You'll just have to come with me and find out."

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Marta closed the door from the outside leaving you alone with the man. It had been a while since you'd seen the patriarch of the family. Your last encounter had not been a pleasant one.

"How are you sweetheart?" Harlan asked from behind his desk.

You felt the strain on your knees as you lowered yourself into the chair before him.

"I'm good… Just tired."

He smiled softly at you, while you tried not to fidget and get comfortable in the hard seat. The small chair reminded you how much bigger you had gotten.

"That's understandable. Remind me how far along you are?"

"Five months, and the due date can't come sooner." You joked lightly while you mindlessly rubbed your belly.

"Do you know the sex?"

"No. I'm waiting for Ari to come back so we can find out together." You confessed.

"That's very sweet. I'm sure he will be elated whatever the outcome." He smiled back at you, but it didn't seem to reach his eyes.

“I know with Ari constantly traveling it must be hard."

"It is, I miss him so much, but Linda's been a big help."

"Shame that boy should've been here the instant you told him." He said, disappointment written all over his face.

"You know Ari. His work isn’t done until he’s saved the entire world." You defended. Harlan's frown set in deeper making you feel even more uncomfortable.

"Unfortunately I haven't brought you here for pleasantries. As you know I fund a large portion of Ari's organization.... And recently after some investigation it has come to my attention that there are some financial discrepancies…."

Your confusion morphed into a frown. You had assumed that Harlan had a hand in it one way or another. How else could he fund irrigation systems, hospitals and school building? It was unimaginable that the mission, Ari's baby and true love, could be anything but virtuous. Someone must've taken advantage of him, with different countries and different rules he must've just trusted the wrong person.

"Ari wouldn't do-"

Harlan halted you with a jester of his hand.

"Ari’s mission isn’t the only cause for concern. Corruption seems to have splintered throughout my families various businesses for quite some time."

Sigh heavily .

“As of late I've been advised to sever all monetary ties, no matter how noble their causes might be. I love them all, but it is time that they all stand on their own feet.”

The news was surprising. Harlan was cutting off his family. Without his money Ari would need to find other mean to support his mission. Which means Ari would no doubt be coming home.

It confused you as to why he was airing out his family’s business to you. Other than your relation to Ari Harlan's money didn't touch any aspect of your life.

Aside from the marital contract no one would've known of your relationship with this family.

Your ring was non existent. Ari vehemently apposed to blood diamonds and gold excavation on the environment. Nuptials, a fifty dollar signing ceremony at the courthouse.

Wedding gifts were donated or declined at your husbands behest.

While your in-laws lived various extravagant lives you worked. The same job you had since meeting Ari.

It wasn't that you rejected luxury. Ari did.

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“That being said I don't feel it's fair to the little one growing inside of you. Each of my grand children had been given a trust. Your child will be no different."

"Oh gosh! Thank you!"

"There is one stipulation …."

Harlan paused again. He rubbed his arthritic hands together, seemingly searching for the right words to say.

"When the child is born I will need for there to be a paternity test."

You fumed at the request. Pregnancy made it hard to keep your emotions in check.

Harlan looked almost ashamed. Good. At no point had you ever asked him, or any of them for money.

By asking for a paternity test you knew exactly what he was trying to say. You were an interloper, a gold digger that trapped their golden boy with this baby.

You highly doubted Joni or Donna had been put through this.

You tried to curtail your anger as you rose to leave. Harlan shouted at you to stop, but you refused. Tears were starting to bubble over from the insult, and you refused to let yourself cry in front of him.

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Storming out of Harlan's office you almost knocked into Ransom. On the rare occasion you’d came around he had not been here. Just as elusive as your husband, despite their differences it would seem they were alike in that regard.

"Whoa watch it short round.” He teased after observing you.

You had gotten a lot bigger since the last time he had seen you.

Swiftly you dipped your head low hiding your swollen face from him. Ransom relished antagonizing people and no doubt if he saw your face it would only goad him.

"Please move Hugh." You pleaded weakly trying to push past, but he blocked you.

"Oh come on now your family. You know better than to call me that."

You opened your mouth to plead again, but Harlan's voice cut you off.

"Ransom leave her alone and come here now!" Harlan sounded thunderous. With the distraction you barreled past Ransom. You could feel him still staring, but you ignored it. The feeling not elevating until Harlan called his name again.

Ransom slammed the door to the study. The ruckus to you relief did not draw any attention from the guests still consumed with their own conversations.

Quickly you walked off and began calling and texting Ari.

You hadn't realized you were outside until the cold air nipped at your skin. Too focused on the bright screen, anticipating any response from Ari.

Of course you received no immediate reply.

You pinched your nose and tried to calm down. You had hoped your pregnancy would've changed his attentiveness, but you were wrong.

His non answer was not something uncommon. It sickened you how you waited for any nugget of attention that Ari would throw your way. Waiting up all night just for a reply or to see your message left on read. How pathetic.

"What are you doing out here?"

The sudden voice of Ransom startled you. You wiped your tears on your sleeve and sniffed, still trying to hide your face.

"It's too cold to be out here like this. Come on I'm taking you home." Ransom informed. He took hold of your arm and dragged you a long. You didn’t want to argue it was too late, too cold and you didn't want to be here anyway.

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