#dark jake lockley x reader

[mykinkyyandere]

Limo

AO3

Pairings: Yandere/Dark! Jake Lockley X f!Reader

Summary: Your father has an accident and you visit him every day. But one day a stranger tells you to come with him.

Warnings: Yandere, dark, obsessive, possessive, stalking, kidnapping, selling, forced touches/kiss, violence, blood, mentions of killing, death, dying

You always visited your poor father in the hospital. He wasn't a good father and he didn't treat you well. You didn't know what his job was, but you could tell from the various weapons and strange items in the house that it was illegal. Dangerous men came to your house now and then. Everyday you hoped it would all end. And one day you learned that your father was too damaged to do his job anymore. They left a note in Spanish on him. "Today is your turn to lose." You were afraid that one day they would come after you, too.

But as time passed, you felt safe. Although you didn't love him, you visited him as much as possible. That day was one of them. After signing, you walked towards your father's usual room. Each time you tried to find out what he was doing, what was his job? But he didn't speak. Who did this to you? Why?

You were about to knock on his door, knowing you wouldn't get an answer, but someone grabbed your shoulders and dragged you in another direction. "This way." You moved your shoulders to pull his hands off you, but he held you tight and whispered in your ear. "Don't you wanna know what happened to your father?"

His English was accented, it reminded you of someone. More precisely, something. That note. Tears filled your eyes as you struggled in panic. "No, please..."

He tucked you into a storage closet and pressed you against the wall. Covering your mouth, he leaned over to you and whispered. "Calm down. Why do I want to hurt a beautiful lady like you?" He laughed a little and caressed your hair. Then he tilted his head and pointed his finger at you. "Now you'll be a good baby and come with me. You'll regret it if you make it difficult." He smiled and nodded his head to confirm that you understood.

You had no choice. You let him took you and lead you towards the exit. What kind of business was your father involved in? You didn't know what this man's intentions were. You looked around desperately, maybe someone would notice you. But there was hardly anyone around. The receptionist was absent. When you turned left, you looked in that direction and groaned in fear when you saw the man covered in blood lying on the ground. He grabbed your head and made you look ahead. "Don't be too loud, pretty lady. People will think I kidnapped you or something."

You blinked to erase the image from your mind, but no matter how hard you tried, it didn't go away. So he could just walk into a hospital and kill people?

He was so rough, he almost dragged you to outside. You looked at him in amazement as you made your way towards the big white limo, which you didn't understand why it was there. Was this man very rich or was it stolen?  He opened the door and pushed you inside. You looked at the red seats as you waited for the limo to move. You were alone but you felt like you weren't. The dense air suffocated you.

A few seconds later he started the limo and he was quiet the whole way as he took you to a place you didn't know where. You called out to him, asked questions, but he didn't answer. He said something in Spanish and closed the cover in between, leaving you alone with the red seats.

You had to protect yourself, so instead of freezing with fear, you tried to think. What could you do? That's right, your bag! You picked it up and, trying not to make a sound, searched for something you could use. A box cutter and a deodorant. These could work. You hid the knife in your sleeve and kept deodorant in your other hand. You took a shaky breath and thought about your steps. Spray and stab. You even slowly practiced it. And after that, you could have sworn you heard a deep laugh. It came right in front of you. You screamed and looked at the empty seats. What was this? It was a game he had set up to scare the people he had kidnapped, wasn't it?

While you were trying to figure out, the limo slowed and your attention was diverted outside. You looked out the window in horror as he pulled over. You were afraid that he would kill you. You were afraid of dying. You didn't want to die.

"I don't wanna die." You whispered.

You went to the farthest corner of the seat and tried to stay away from him as he opened the door. You thought he was going to get you out, but he went in and sat in the opposite seat. He put his leather-gloved hands under his chin and smiled. "Nobody wants to die. Look at me, I didn't want to die so I'm here with..." He laughed and looked next to him for a short moment. You looked at him confused. There was nothing there.

He leaned forward and offered his hand. "So, give them to me, my lady." He was smiling, but his patience seemed to run out at any moment.

"What?" Your voice trembled. He must have been talking about something else.

"Your knife and the other one. Unless you don't want me to smell like you." He wiggled his fingers.

"I don't understand." You refused. There was probably a camera inside. You didn't want to give him your only source of reassurance no matter what. When he straightened up and came over you, you panicked and tried to stab him, but he stopped you way too easily and took your weapons from you. When he sat his seat back, he looked at you. "You missed the steps." He imitated your practice, even did your lip syncs. 'Spray and stab.'

You were so afraid. You had no idea what this man wanted to do with you and how did he know everything, but you wanted to run away with all your being. You tried to open the door quickly, you knew it wasn't locked. But something was preventing it from opening.

"Let's talk about your father."

He grabbed your arm and pulled you next to him. He wasn't laughing anymore and his tone was stern. You looked at him with your red eyes and whimpered. "What do you want from me?"

He put his fingers on your lips and shushed you. He pulled to himself and caressed your hair. "I want you to know the truth."

"Why?" You put your hands on his chest and pushed him but he didn't move. He tightened his grip even more and pulled you onto his lap. You freezed when you felt him pressing you against himself. He burried his head in your neck and took a deep breath.

"Your father was a coward criminal. He begged me not to kill him. So I asked him what he could offer me. I didn't expect him to change my mind."

You didn't know what all this had to do with you. This guy was just having fun with you. He could kill you after he did anything he wanted to you and you couldn't stop him. When you lost your hope, what he said shocked you.

"Your father is honorless enough to offer his own daughter as penance." When you tried to free yourself in disbelief, he patted your head. "I know, how could he, right? Well, he did it because his life was everything to him. Not you."

"What do you want from me?" You yelled and sobbed. You knew your father didn't love you. He was a bad person and didn't treat anyone well. Most of the time you were afraid that he would beat you, but he didn't touch you. You couldn't believe you were so worthless to him. You couldn't believe he just sacrificed you.

Breathing was difficult because of you sobbings. To calm you down, he pulled you away and held your face. "Hey, hey... don't cry. Your father didn't deserve you anyway. I'll take good care of you." He smiled but then titled his head and put a sorry face on his face.  "And... I'll kill your father if you try to escape."

So he would have killed your father. Oh, even if he didn't, you wanted to kill him with your own hands. But your damn conscience wouldn't allow it. You didn't want to be a murderer and let your father die. This scary man seemed to know that too.

"Please..." you pleaded but he pressed his lip to yours. Then he pulled back and caressed your cheek.

"Don't cry. You're mine now."

He put you on his seat and got out of the car. Before closing the door, he put his hand on his head and turned back as if he had forgotten something. "Oh and by the way, my name is Jake. Jake Lockley. And soon you'll meet my closest friend." He looked next to you and smiled. After he closed the door, you looked there but saw nothing. Was he sick? Like, psychological?

When the limo moved, you cried all the way and grieved for your father's betrayal. What kind of father could sell his daughter?

As time passed, you felt the air around you changed. It was more intense, more weird. More so than when you first got in the limo. You could feel something very close to you. It was a crazy feeling, it was so scary. Frightened, you slid into the opposite seat and sat with your legs pulled to you. You heard that deep voice chuckle slightly, but you buried your head in your knees and closed your eyes. No, it wasn't real.

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[uselesssomebody]

𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲'𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 (18+)

the do's (rules & information):

readers must be over 18 reading these drabbles

all works will be under or roughly a thousand words

thirty-one days of smut drabbles

ten days are open to requests for the kinks

ten days will include dark content (will be properly tagged)

five will include a dominant reader

the don'ts (what i am not interested in writing):

i only write fem!readers, with all involved characters being over 18

the kinks i'd appreciate you don't request are anything to do with anal penetration, bodily fluids (besides blood and cum), and certain dom/sub dynamics like age play or ddlg

otherwise, ask away, and i'll see if i'm comfortable writing your request!

the kinks and the characters

october 1: shower sex w/ frankie morales

october 2: ball worship (dom!reader) w/ eddie munson

october 3: sex pollen (dark) w/ din djarin

october 4: consensual non-consent (dark) w/ miguel o'hara

october 5: threesome (ffm) w/ marc spector & layla el-faouly

october 6: requested kink & character

october 7: breeding kink (dark) w/ duke leto

october 8: somnophilia (dark) w/ eddie munson

october 9: mutual masturbation (dom!reader) w/ steven grant

october 10: threesome (mmf) + double penetration (in one hole) w/ frankie morales and santiago garcia

october 11: titfucking w/ javier peña

october 12: requested kink & character

october 13: exhibitionism w/ poe dameron

october 14: dacryphilia (dark) w/ joel miller

october 15: temperature play (dom!reader) w/ din djarin

october 16: phone sex w/ jack daniels

october 17: corruption kink (dark) w/ dio morrissey

october 18: requested kink & character

october 19: edging (dark!dom!reader) w/ basil stitt

october 20: recording/blackmail (dark) w/ jonathan levy

october 21: mask + glove kink w/ jake lockley

october 22: hate + mirror sex w/ javier peña

october 23: cockwarming (dom!reader) w/ steven grant

october 24: requested kink & character

october 25: overstimulation w/ jake lockley

october 26: size difference w/ miguel o'hara

october 27: knife kink (dark) w/ bucky barnes

october 28: free use (dark) w/ joel miller

october 29: sex toys w/ natasha romanoff

october 30: requested kink & character

october 31: period sex/blood kink w/ santiago garcia

the characters (you guys can request)

from stranger things, i write for eddie munson, robin buckley, billy hargrove or steve harrington

from marvel, i write for bucky barnes, steve rogers, natasha romanoff, jake lockley, marc spector, steven grant, layla el-faouly and miguel o'hara

from star wars, i write for poe dameron, or din djarin (the mandalorian)

from triple frontier, i write for frankie morales and santiago garcia

miscellaneous oscar isaac characters i write for include basil stitt, jonathan levy, duke leto, kane and orestes (agora)

miscellaneous pedro pascal characters i write for include joel miller, javier peña, jack daniels (agent whiskey), dio morrissey

if you want to request another character, don't hesitate! i will see what i can do.

notes

guys i know i haven't written in like 1200 months but i wanna get back into the mood with the short smutty stuff

besides, i've never done kinktober and every other one i've seen bangs so hard i simply couldn't resist

side note - dark fics will be only available on my adjacent dark blog: @darkuselesssomebody, but will be linked on this masterlist. if you wanna read the dark drabbles and future dark work, give it a follow!

i am also willing to take non-kinky & halloween themed requests, so if you have any, let me know!

𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲!

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[lunalockley]

Night Desires

Dark!Steven Grant x Fem!Reader

Warnings: I mean, dark sort of creepy Steven Grant wishing to do things he shouldn't. Nonconsensual desires? Maybe.

Words: 900+

Notes: This is very short and not as dark as it could, I'm just testing the waters! Let me know what you thinkkk and thanks for always reblogging and commenting nice things <3 love you all

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It began before I could even see your face, it began before I even knew your name. It began with your voice.

You didn't realize such thin walls this building has, did you? Of course, you didn’t darling. Is that why you started to rub your pretty little clit in the middle of the night on your first day in? You thought your good new neighbor couldn’t hear you? God, Love, the sounds you made. I could hear everything. I swear I’ve never been so hard in my life before, never so fast. I tried not to react to it, at first. I really tried. I’m a good guy after all. I’m a gentleman. But who could have resisted you?

I used to wonder how would you react if I told you. When you are all sweet and nice to me in the corridor, what would you do if I say how hard you made me come with your moans and that gasping breathing of yours? Would you blush if I say how I was stroking my cock with one hand and covering my mouth with the other so you couldn’t hear how you wrecked you had me? Would your heart pick up in your chest if I say how badly I want it to be my hands the ones that had you whining so pretty? Would that make you wet? I bet it would. You’re not a good girl, not all the time at least. I know that much.

But you can’t blame me, can you? After that first night, I decided I would never think about it again. I was ashamed. I was even planning on moving my bed from the wall to the farthest possible place in the flat. Can you imagine? I was planning on keeping myself away from you. What an idiot. I didn’t last much though. We bumped into each other in the elevator a few days later and I was a goner.

You had to be so bloody gorgeous, didn’t you? You were all smiles and blushed cheeks. Calling my name in that way you did. Steven, you said. How your lips wrapped the sound, how it ended somewhere low in your throat it drove me insane right there. Steven, it never sounded so glorious before. I wonder how it might sound all breathy and delirious in the darkness of your room, I wonder what it would do to me then. I need to find out.

It used to be okay Love, this little secret between the night, the walls, and I. My favorite time of the day. Delighted in you, holding my breath, measuring my movements to don’t lose any detail I could catch but then—then that disgusting vibrating sound ruining everything. Overcoming your sighs, your pretty little whines. Everything.

How dare you do that to me.

Using some lifeless cold machine when I’m right here alive and warm and eager to do anything you could ask me to. It’s cruel. Making me jealous of some stupid battery thing when I could give you everything. Anything you needed for as long as you wanted it. Letting you catch your breath just to start it all over again.

I hate it. Night after night I hate it more and more. That detestable repetitive sound. It makes me mad. I want to take it off your hands, rip it apart and show you—

Once I read that no man with power should be trusted because he will always use it for his own benefit. I used to think that wasn’t true. I had faith in people, I had faith in me. But now I know—If I just had a tiny little amount of power over you. If I had you all helpless at my mercy, nowhere else to go. God, the things I would do.

Nothing to hurt you, of course. I could never hurt you. Not if you don’t want me to, but I bet you would.

I would just take you the way I’ve wanted all these months. Pump my cock in and out of that wet pussy just like you do with that toy. But, Love, I would be so, so much better. I would know how you need it just by looking at you. Giving it to you faster, slower, harder. And you just would need the lay back and take it for me.

At first, I would have you on your knees. I want to hold you against a wall and fuck your pretty face until your throat is burning, until you’re choking on me and tears run down your cheeks. But I want it slow and tender too. I want you to take just as much as you want to, your hand stroking the rest. I want you to lick me, to savor me. I want to feel your lips and your tongue. And I want to kiss you afterward.

And I want to taste you. I want to drag my tongue just like I’ve been dreaming for so long and I want to feel you tremble and to hear you beg and I want you to get mad and push me against you, I want to lose my breath and have you in my mouth and my lungs and my hands.

And I want to know how those pretty little sounds feel right in my ear. The warmth of your ragged breathing into my neck. Your soft hands holding into me. Your wet cunt clenching hard around me, and my name on your lips over and over again. 

I need everything and more.

I fantasize about it. All the damn bloody time. About just breaking in and giving you what so desperately need. 

Anything you need.

I used to want but I’m getting tired of it. Enough is enough, Love. I’ll start doing now.

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[romana-after-dark]

Finish the Job

Yandere!Jake Lockley x GN!reader

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Summary: After months living in a room with only Jake, Steven and Marc as company, you can't say you aren't content most of the time. Sometimes, however you make a little trouble and Jake reminds you that he is the only one who can keep you safe.

CONTENT WARNINGS: Yandere!Jake. Reader is kidnapped. Implied/referenced rape (reader 'never said no' according to jake, but rather just gave in after an unclosed amount of time bc they were lonely/manipulated. The circumstances of this are v vague but remember, if you feel like you have to, its not consent.) Jake Lockley typical violence. Referenced past abuse.

A/N: I began writing this fem reader, as most of my fics are since I am fem, but I realized there was no reason this couldn't be gender neutral. So, that's what it is. If I missed changing anything that makes it seem like reader is fem presenting, lmk and I'll edit it but I looked through this several times.

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You couldn’t say the bed was uncomfortable. You couldn’t say the room was bland or boring. You couldn’t say you had nothing to do. It was a great room, actually. If you were being honest, you loved it here…

The problem was you couldn’t leave. When the man had taken you, it took a while to figure out what was going on with him; it was Steven that explained it, the DID. Honestly, maybe the mental disorder should have scared you more, but you were well versed in different disorders so it wasn’t something that phased you, rather than just made it a challenge to navigate your situation. You were given book after book after book to read, to entertain you when outside of Marc Steven and Jake’s company; it didn't matter how many you went through, you just had them. If you were feeling brave, you made requests but honestly after the boredom of the first month while you were still fighting it, you took what you could get. You were even given a laptop, although it couldn’t possibly connect to the internet, but you were writing. They didn’t even make you show them what you wrote, but Steven would often sit on the bed while you read to him your poems or short stories. You were saving your novel for when it’s finished.

Some days were better than others. 

Some days you and Steven talked for hours.

Some days you and Marc marathonned Star Wars.

Some days Jake held you so warm and so tightly you forgot they kidnapped you.

Today was not one of those days.

You were angry, you were upset, you missed your friends and you missed the outside, you wanted fresh air and you didn’t want to spread your legs for a man that took you away from everything you knew and wanted. 

“Why are you giving me so much fucking attitude today?!” Jake shouts at you, pacing the floor of your room so aggressively he had your throw rug all twisted up.

You were sat up on your bed, shouting back. “You KIDNAPPED ME, you HURT ME you RAPE ME-”

“CALLATE!” He screamed, storming towards you so fast you flinch and scramble back to the wall. “You know I don’t like when you call it that!”

A sardonic laugh. “What? Rape?”

“I never forced you! I never held you down! I never got you too drunk or high to resist-”

“YOU TOOK ME AWAY FROM EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE, WHAT OTHER OPTION DID I HAVE!”

His face is suddenly right up to yours, so close your nose brushed his briefly as he speaks in a dark, quiet voice. “I never heard you say no, mi vida”

He was right. You hadn’t. But they had worn you down, twisted your mind so much that eventually you just began… giving in.

He continued talking, his voice rumbling with the low octive “I only hurt you in the beginning, carino. Just until you began to listen. You needed it, didn’t you? Someone to take you away from everything, take care of you, feed you. Baby, we adore you, and it hurts us when you fight like this.”

Your eyes wheeled up with tears at his words. It’s true, you had become so dependent on them… you weren’t sure you could even shower alone anymore. You’d be lucky if you remembered how to toast bread. Sickeningly, a part of you liked it. You liked he cared for, pampered, adored, and fuck, worshiped. You had time to write, time to listen to music and podcasts. If you need to look up something for a book or research something from a podcast that interested you, you just asked, and the boys would monitor you. You didn’t really need anything except some goddamn freedom. What was that they said in The Handmaid’s Tale? There’s freedom too, and freedom from… They offered you freedom from, and made that clear.

“The world is dangerous, precioso. You know that as well as I do… perhaps better.” With a cocked eyebrow, Jake referenced your past trauma’s, forcing the tears to spill over. “You are too precious, too perfect to be put at risk again. Your family didn’t protect you, but I will.”

Still, you are ever-defiant, shaking your head. “N-no… you aren’t protecting me. You’re hurting me…” but even then, you couldn’t manage much conviction. You hadn’t so much as burned your tongue since Steven, Marc, and Jake took you, and he was right… the rest was just discipline. 

Jake frowned, but simple stood up. He went over to your desk, taking out a Glee notepad he’d found on ebay for you and a pen, tossing them in your direction.

“Write them down, all the names.”

You look at him confused. “W-what names?”

He stalked forward, once again close to you.

“Give me the full name of anyone who has ever hurt you or touched you without your consent.” His gaze was focused, intense. You knew he was on a mission when he looked at you like that.

“I don’t… I don’t know all their full names…”

“If you have workplace addresses, any identifying information that’s helpful. I promise you, I’ll take whatever you give me and I will find them. Every single person who has ever caused you pain.”

“What are you going to do?” You didn’t really need to ask, but you did anyway.

“You and I both know. Now write.”

The list was long, longer than any one person’s list should be. A few, you only remembered their first name so you wrote down what you knew… Jake had his ways. Still, you had some cheek in you, and when Jake looked at the paper, he frowned.

“What the fuck is this.” He smacked the paper with his hand. After the list of people who had violated or harmed you before you came here, were three names Jake recognized right away.

Jake Lockley

Steven Grant

Marc Spector

“You told me to write the names of anyone who hurt me or touched me without-” SMACK! Your head flung to the side from the backhand, and when your turned back to face him, his hand gripped your throat.

“You think this is funny, carino?” His face pressed against yours. “How do you think Marc would feel if he saw his name on that list?”

Your lip quivered at that… you didn’t want Marc to see. Marc was special to you, and Jake knew it; he often exploited your relationship with his alter for his own benefit.

“I’m sorry” You cried, apologetic.

His grip on you loosened, and he looked back at you with sympathetic eyes. Letting go, he tore the bottom three names off the paper and tucked the offenders into his pocket. “I know you are, amor. Now, you sit here pretty, and don’t worry about a damn thing for the rest of your life, si?”

It took about a month. He never left you for more than one day at a time, but he always made sure you had food and were provided for, even giving you access to the bathroom. You didn’t dare even look for an exit; they wouldn’t have left anything vulnerable, and you were on camera, you knew. It would just cause trouble.

It was after one of those such nights where you were alone that he came back to you, still somehow looking put together after being out all night. You knew he hadn’t slept. You awake to his footsteps, heavy boots on your polished hard wood floor. As you stir, a piece of paper is placed on your pillow.

Sitting up you rub your eyes. “Jake, what’s- ” But you are stopped in the middle of your sentence. Every single name is crossed out on the list you had given him. “Does… does what mean they are dead?”

He steps forward, slipping to stand between your knees and bedding over, placing his hands on your thighs. His face was intensely close to yours, dark eyes piercing yours. You lean forward, accepting him in, existing in his precise. Jake did this for you. You were safe here, none of these people could hurt you… but because they had, whether months ago or decades, it didn’t matter. They were dead because they had crossed you, because they had dared to touch what Jake Lockley laid claim to. Jake, Marc and Steven… they were where you belonged.

 “Jake Lockley finishes the job.”

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[romanarose]

2000 followers!!!!

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Wow, I'm in tears y'all I can't believe I'm at 2k!!!!!

I'll be straight up, the 1k celebration was a lot ;-;

And with school, I can't commit to a whole lot especially writing things for people who don't interact with my shit at all. So, I decided to do something specific

My talent lies in series more than one shots. It's where I shine. So I think the celebration will be centered more around my different universes! Acceptable universes will be listened an linked at the bottom.

Here's how to participate!

Fuck Marry Kiss

Pic 3 canon characters or OC's from any universes. If you say "Marc Spector" Specify if its from Seattle or Sunshine. Make sure I know which series bc there slightly different characterizations sometimes. Same with reader. MOST of my readers have a nickname like Little One or Madonna. Example: FMK: IYWBW Santi, Lorenzo, and Puppy Girl reader

2. Bonus chapter or thoughts (or thots)

Ever wanted to know how Zach and Lorenzo fell in love? Ever wondered what Jana and Will's friendship is like? Wanted to see what Guard Dog! Joel and Reader do for fun? Now is your chance! Please be clear if you're looking for thoughts or an organized chapter. Example: Can I please request a scene with how Santi calms down Laci when she has PTSD now that's she's a few years into healing? Example 2: Was wondering if you had some random thoughts of what shows Jake and Sam have watched together over the years?

3. Crossovers!

Want two characters from different universes to meet? Have a cross story ship? Think two readers or OC's would be besties? Think a pair of characters would be fun in a different AU? Come on over!

Example (From Fen): Leather and Lace Santi and Laci meet The Wrong Way Joel and Little one

Example 2 (Also from Fen): What if Sam met Becca.

Example 3: I think Angela from Blessed be the Fruit would absolutely love Candy and they should date.

Acceptable universes to ask for fics or crossovers from:

If You Wanna Be Wild (Santiago Garcia x Latina!Reader/OC x Javier Pena) with @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction Sunshine Starlight Sweetheart Brightside (Steven Grant x OC x Marc Spector) Seattle (Marc Spector x Jewish!OC) Leather and Lace Universe (Santiago Garcia x OC, Frankie Morales x AfroLatina!OC, William Miller x Vietnamese!OC, Ben Miller x M!OC) Awakening (Reader x all 4, IronPope, FishBen) Darkness on the Edge of Town (Joel Miller x reader, no age gap) DBF!Joel Miller Holiday Fucks (Joel Miller x reader, large age gap) Pieces from my dark side blog @romana-after-dark are allowed too. I have 2k followers here but Ill want to open the worlds in here to the event.

The Wrong Way (Dark!Joel Miller x reader, Dark!Tommy Miller x reader DDDNE) Guard Dog (Dark!Joel Miller x Dark!reader) Blessed Be the Fruit (Dark!Joel Miller x darkish!reader) Puppy Girl (dark!Joel Miller x reader, pet play) Room's on Fire (Reader x Santiago, Francisco, Will, Ben, FishBen, FishPope)

If you have other ideas, just ask!!!

Spring Break is coming up so im excited to do some of these and my commissions!

I CANNOT thank my lovely followers enough for all this!!! I love writing so fucking much and many have reached out to me about fics being healing for them

so, thank you. I mean it. Man of these stories, like LaL universe or TWW have been healing for me, processing a lot of feelings through them and i pu tmy heart and soul into my stories, so it makes me so happy and proud yall want to read.

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[thedarkcoven]

You’re My New Addiction | JL x Reader

Jake Lockley x f!Reader.

Stalker!Jake Lockley. Dark!JakeLockley (obvi). Choking. Hair Pulling. Mentions of alcohol. Smut without Plot? Teasing. Biting/marking. P in v (no protection- wrap it before you tap it). Noncon/dubcon. Knife play. Bondage themes (ie: using duct tape to tie reader up, using fingers as a gag). Semi-public sex (Sex in his limo). Jake is a rough man (Marc like to get to the point). Some Dark!Steven x Reader. Some Dark!Marc x Reader. Noneducated depiction of DID (MCU writing- also not a Spanish speaker so sorry if its incorrect)

No edit/nothin but word vomit. Sorry for any mistakes lol

- Dark themes. This writing isn't for everyone just an fyi so if you're not into that sorta stuff then don't read- i want everyone that visits my blog to feel comfy with what they like. Sorry if its not the best. Was kinda rushed and this is my very first Moon knight writing <3

  Word Count: 1,487

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@melodygatesauthor​

If anyone wishes to be added/removed please let me know

The sound of the bassy club music was deafening, making your body vibrate with each beat as you and some of your female friends danced together, drunk and giggling from downing a shit ton of your favorite drinks. You told your friends you were going to call for a cab as you gave them goodbye hugs. You knew you were at your stopping point and there was a man making you feel uncomfortable.  

You let out a shaky breath as you pulled your jacket close to yourself, looking around nervously as you began to walk quickly, going into a nearby alleyway that you usually took for a shortcut to your apartment. The sound of footsteps echoing behind you made you shiver as you reached into your pocket to grab your keys to use as a weapon. Before you could wrap your hands around them a leather-gloved hand clamped over your mouth. Your eyes widened as the smell of cigars and cologne filled your nostrils. A dark chuckle vibrated against you as someone held a knife against your throat.  

"Now now, sweetheart. No fighting me, alright? And I won't hurt you. I promise." He smirked as he began forcing you back to where you came from toward a white limo.  

The interior was cherry red leather. The seats squeaked slightly under your weight as the man quickly placed you into a seat. He grabbed the duct tape that was in the seat beside you and taped your wrists together. Your breath hitched in your throat at the sight of the man in front of you. His eyes were dark as chocolates, his skin sun-kissed, his lips in a tight line of concentration before using the same knife from earlier to cut the tape.  

Your eyes widened as the man's eyes met yours with a smirk on his face. He tutted his tongue when you quickly averted your gaze away from him but he wasn't stupid. He gripped your jaw firmly, forcing you to stare at him, his smirk widening into a grin as he stares you up and down as if to size you up; his tongue swiping across his bottom lips to wet them.  

"Oh, we're going to have so much fun, Cariño" The man spoke, sending shivers up your spine and a pool of arousal straight to your core.  

You jumped slightly as he slammed the door shut before climbing into the driver seat, opening the window panel that separated the front from the back, and glanced back at you before driving. You could hear him rambling on to himself as he kept glancing at the mirror.  

Something inside of you was telling you to try and escape. Call for help from the window. But something inside of you was telling you no. But why? What if the man decided to end you after he was finished getting what he wanted. You were most likely going to be used as a toy and thrown into a ditch somewhere.  

Amid your thoughts, you were unaware of the man stopping in a dark wooded area that was a few miles away from the town. He opened your door and fixed his leather gloves causing them to squeak slightly with his movements as he grinned down at you. You swallowed the lump in your throat and quickly began scooting away from him to scream for help. Would anyone even hear you? Before you could get a sound out the man climbed on top of you, placing his hand around your throat as he held you close. His mouth centimeters from your ear as he pressed himself into your ass making sure you could feel his erection that was struggling against the fabric of his black slacks. He let out a deep groan as you squirmed against him, causing you to rut against his cock that so desperately needed to be buried deep inside the warmth of your soaked channel. You let out a loud whine as he pushed you onto your back, a sadistic smirk on his face as he pulled his knife from his pocket.

Your eyes widened as he brought the face up to your face, dragging the sharp tip down your sensitive skin down to your chest and dragging it slowly along your clavicle leaving a trail of red welts in its wake before pushing under your left strap of your dress and pulling it toward the side making the strap fall loose in two pieces exposing your black lace bra. A low guttural growl vibrated his chest as he took in the sight of you after doing the same to your second strap and tossing your dress off to the side.  

The man gripped your hips and began grinding his hips into yours, pressing his lips to yours before he tensed, throwing his head back and his eyes rolling back. He looked down at you, his demeanor changing as his brown eyes scanned your body.  

“Holy hell, love. Arent you just a fantastic sight? So-Sorry about all these. Just couldn’t help ourselves now could we. M’name is Steven with a V. Thank the gods Jake finally got you where we wanted you.”  

“The hell?”  

“Sorry yeah um, the body is shared by three different people. Marc is the host, Jake and and I are an alter, and who ever fronts is who you get a joy of bein’ with, love. Hope this doesn’t affect your thoughts on us. I-I mean of course they won't. We’ve been watchin’ you for quite some time. Bit excitin’ innit? We just had to get you. You’re our new addiction after all.” He gripped your thighs as his eyes rolled back again.  

When he came to his appearance seemed to change again. He seemed more dark and mysterious, his thick brows furrowing together as he clenched his jaw as if he was pissed off. And boy was he. He snarled as he flipped you onto your stomach, ripping your lace underwear off as if they were nothing, pulling your ass back against the erection that was begging for attention roughly as he shoved two thick fingers into your mouth.  

“You know the thing about Steven and Jake... they like to take their sweet ass time and draw things out. Work you up where as I...” he quickly undone his belt and pants with one hand, pulling his aching cock free before pushing the thick leaking head against your tight entrance. Slamming his hips into yours not letting you adjust as he slammed his hips into yours over and over at a punishing pace. The sound of wet noises and your muffled sobs rang through the car, fogging up the dark glass. “I like- to – get – to - the – fucking - point.”  

Marc groaned loudly as he used his hand that still had two fingers in your mouth to pull you back until you were on your knees and your back pressed against his front. It was painful yet gave a deliciously new angle that he abused your cunt with. Your drool drenching his arm as he reached his free hand around to rub your clit as he pounded into you. While your brain melted, Jake fronted, Spanish profanities slipping from his lips as he continued what Marc was doing. He pulled his fingers from your mouth and moved his hand down to your throat, squeezing hard but not enough to block your breathing.  

All you could do was whimper and beg, nonsense falling from your tongue as they made a mess of you. Jake smirked at the cute noises you were making, their names leaving your beautiful swollen lips as tears streaked your face. His hips snapped harder up into you, the tip of his fat cock brushing against your special spot that made you lose control repeatedly until you were gushing, soaking his pants and the floor of the limo.  

“Holy fuck, Princesa. Your cunt just made such a big fucking mess on my cock. Such a good girl for us, aren't you? Letting us tear you open and being obedient for us. Gonna fill – fuck- gonna fill this tight little hole up until you can’t hold anymore. You’re our now, sweetheart.” Jake’s thrusts became sloppy as he rubbed your clit faster, making you clench tightly around the base of his throbbing length, the girth spreading you open a bit more as he began twitching inside of you.  

He pulled whimpers from you as you felt the warmth of his hot spend filling you to the brim while he rocked your hips into his softly until you were both cooled down from your highs. Jake smirked as he placed you onto your back and fixing his pants before giving you a quick kiss to your lips.  

“Now. It's time for us to go home. Got to get some rest so we can continue breaking in our new little toy. When I’m done with you. You’re not going to be able to walk for a few days.”

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[mandofury]

Yandere Jake Lockley x Reader

Jake waited patiently for you to return home after a night out with your friends. You promised him it was just going to be a fun night out but he followed you anyway.

You never knew he was there but he kept a close eye on you, especially the people around you. All he saw was red as a man came up to you and put his arm around your waist. You brushed the man off but it was already to late, your fate had been sealed.

He left and followed the man who dared put his hands on you. Jake didn't leave a trace of what he did to that man and no one will ever find out what he did. He disposed of the body and raced back home to wait for you. When you finally arrived back home Jake was seated on a chair with a lone light shining on him.

You knew right away something was off, you were on edge. Waiting for what was to come. Jake slowly rose from his seat and made his way towards you. You stood still waiting for him, you tried to speak to him but he hushed you before you could speak.

"Baby, you were naughty." He spoke lowly. Once he stood right in front of you, he put his gloved hand on your cheek and lightly stroked it.

"Jake.." You whispered in return but Jake hushed you once more.

"Shh... I know you didn't mean it but you have to be punished. To be reminded of who you belong to." He spoke dangerously.

You swallowed thickly and nodded your head, knowing all to well what that meant. You and Jake will spend hours in the bed being claimed and absolutely owned.

#moon knight #jake lockley #jake lockley x reader #yandere #dark

[noforkingclue]

Hello can you write 12 prompt with moon knight, more dark

Of course anon! Hope you like the fic :)

Title: No Escape

Warnings: dark fic, mentions of murder non censual kissing

Prompt list: list

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You scrambled back until your back hit the wall. You flinched as the cold of the stone seemed to seep through your thin shirt and you couldn’t help but shiver. You looked around, trying to find a way out, but you knew it was useless.

You were trapped.

Heavy, wet footsteps slowly approached you and you pulled your legs up to your chest. You hide your face against yours thighs and wished, hopelessly, that he would just go away. The footsteps stopped right in front of you and you heard someone sigh.

“Look at me.”

It was a voice you had only heard a handful of times. He was usually kept away from you, used as threat to keep you in line but now he was out and free. From what you could see from tonight, he had no intention of giving up control.

Rough hands cupped your face and forced you to look up at him. He grinned at you and stroked his thumbs against your cheekbones. These were hands you had felt a hundred times before and yet they felt so different each time. Steven’s were soft and always slightly shook whenever he touched you, almost as though he was afraid. Marc’s were more certain but there an underlying caution before he became rougher.

Jake, well, Jake was a different kettle of fish. The handful of time you had the displeasure of meeting him he was always rougher. Dried blood was always under his finger nails and you shuddered to think about what he did to get that there. Often you’d see Steven the next morning scrubbing them cleaning and muttering under his breath. They always tried to shield you from him but that just made Jake crave you all the more.

Jake grinned at you and pressed his lips against your forehead. You tried to cringe away but he wrapped his arms tightly around you. He sat down and pulled you into his lap. Resting his chin on top of your head he ran his hands up and down your arms.

“I would burn all that is sacred and pure just to keep you safe,” he said softly, “understand?”

When you didn’t answer he said sharply,

“Understand.”

“Y… yes.” You said softly

“Good.”

He pressed a rough kiss against your lips. Your hands flew to his shoulders and tried to push him away but he was stronger. When he broke the kiss the two of you were gasping for air.

“We’re going to look after you,” Jake said against yours lips, “nothing will ever take you away from us ever again.”

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[get-your-fics]

Through the Looking Glass

Summary: “I knew who I was this morning, but I’ve changed a few times since then.” —Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland

Pairings: Steven Grant x fem!reader, Jake Lockley x fem!reader, Marc Spector x fem!reader

Word count: 9.2k

Warnings: Rough non-con, panty kink, violence, blood, gunplay, glove kink, asphyxiation, murder, creepy behavior, kidnapping, discussions of mental health

Note: the wait is over! writing this one hit a little too close to home lol. i want to thank my wonderful beta @nephilxterra for everything she did to workshop this. love you to pieces!

The first time you saw him was in the early morning.

Everyone was waiting for group to start when the big double doors marking the entrance to the psych unit swung open. Two paramedics wheeled a gurney right across the white line on the ground you weren’t allowed to cross with a man strapped to it. The unit you were in constantly saw people coming and going, so no one else paid him any mind. However, even at the risk of seeming rude, for some reason you didn’t understand, you couldn’t stop staring at him.

He looked tired, like he hadn’t slept in weeks. He had dark circles under his eyes, and the hollows of his cheeks were sunken in and sallow. The patients who were brought into the unit were normally calm (usually due to whatever anti-anxiety meds that had been given to them at the emergency room they were transported from), but there was something different about how resolute he appeared, like he was preparing himself for what was to come.

Suddenly, his gaze shifted, and his eyes locked with yours. Your breath hitched in your throat. You felt rooted to the ground by his eyes on you, as if he’d turned you to stone with the weight of his gaze alone. You couldn’t tear your eyes off of his. There was something impossibly dark about them, like they were two cold, empty voids you could fall into and get lost in forever. It made the hair on your arms stand on end.

You thought you saw his lips curve into a hint of a smirk before he was wheeled out of your sight.

You didn’t see him again until dinner time.

He was considerably more groggy, trudging into the rec room where the other patients waited while the nurses passed out trays of food. One of the nurses called out the name ‘Marc Spector,’ and he moved forward, clutching one of the unit’s standard issue blankets close around him.

By the time you got your tray, you spotted him sitting alone at one of the tables, picking at his mac and cheese absentmindedly with the tongs of his fork. Your heart wrenched in your chest with pity for him. You were lucky you’d been brought into the unit late in the night so you’d had time to process the situation while you slept. You could only imagine how overwhelming it was for him to be thrown into the middle of it all.

You mustered your courage before walking over to him. He raised his head when he saw you approach. “Do you mind if I sit with you?” you asked, plastering a smile on your face.

He looked up at you through droopy eyelids. “No, not at all.” His voice was weak, but you could just barely make out the lilt of a British accent.

“Thanks.” You slid into the chair across from him and introduced yourself. “You must be Marc.”

“Actually, my name is Steven,” he corrected you.

You blinked at him. You could’ve sworn the nurse said Marc, but you must’ve misheard. “Oh, my bad.” You shifted in your seat. “Is this your first time in a psych unit?”

He tilted his head, his face drawn up in a pensive expression. This close, his eyes weren’t hollow like they seemed before. Maybe it had been all in your head. “I’m not sure.”

You furrowed your brow. How could someone not remember being institutionalized before? Maybe whatever drugs were in his system were still wearing off. You didn’t recognize him though, which meant it was at least his first time in this particular unit. “That’s okay. I just wanted to let you know that you don’t have to be afraid. Everyone here is really nice.”

He perked up, some of the fog clearing from his gaze. “Really?”

“Oh, yeah. They’re all easy-going. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. Groups are optional, and most of the time they’re just fun stuff like games and arts and crafts. It’s not like you’ll be forced to spill your deepest darkest secrets or anything.” You playfully rolled your eyes. “Honestly, the most annoying part about being here is the nurses waking you up at six a.m. to check your blood pressure.”

That managed to earn a wheezy laugh from him, and you’d be lying if your stomach didn’t flutter a little at the sound. “That’s good to hear.”

Your face heated up under his gaze, and when you smiled at him this time, it was genuine. “Don’t worry. You’ll be in and out of here in no time.”

From then on, you and Steven were practically attached at the hip. He told you everything he knew about Egyptian mythology, reciting all sorts of stories about the gods Osiris and Anubis and Taweret that were better than any trashy romance novel you could find in the unit’s bookcase, and in turn you showed him the ins and outs of the unit. You took turns seeing who could solve a Rubik’s Cube the fastest (which Steven always did in an unprecedented short amount of time). You played long running games of Golf with the other patients, keeping score of who was in the lead until someone went home and then you’d start all over again.

You couldn’t remember smiling as much as you did since Steven had arrived there. You felt more yourself when you were around him, like you’d been sleepwalking through life and suddenly you were wide awake for the first time in months. Which made it even more heartbreaking when you discovered that he wasn’t real.

Steven Grant didn’t exist.

You were sitting in the rec room with the TV turned to a channel running a marathon of old B movies. The one that just so happened to be playing was Tomb Buster, a film whose main character was a British archaeologist who excavated Egyption tombs and just so happened to be named Dr. Steven Grant.

At first, you were worried that you’d imagined him, that you’d somehow seen this film before and it’d snuck into your subconscious, creating Steven as a way to cope with being stuck in the unit for so long. But it turned out to be very much the opposite: Steven was a coping mechanism for Marc Spector.

Steven fronted consistently since coming to the unit as far as you could tell. You figured he must be a protector, and the stress of the situation was too much for Marc to handle. You hadn’t actually met Marc, but Steven told you plenty about him, though it didn’t always paint him in the best light.

“He can be a real bugger,” he huffed. “Honestly, it’s better off if you don’t meet him. He’d probably just brood you to death.”

After a couple weeks, you’d finally worked up the nerve to ask him how he ended up in the unit, but he told you he didn’t quite remember. He said he figured Marc must’ve brought them in. All he could remember was waking up in his room before being called to dinner where he met you.

You didn’t care that Steven was an alter. You’d met plenty of people with DID before. After all, you were in a psych unit. You were just happy to have a friend. It almost made you selfish enough to wish that he wouldn’t leave.

You couldn’t sleep, not that that was new to you. You had long grown used to fitful, restless nights where you tossed and turned in bed, jolting awake from nightmares you couldn’t remember.

You were also used to feeling eyes on you at night. After all, the nurses completed their rounds every hour, peeking in on each patient through the little window in the door. But recently, something felt off. You could feel someone watching you, and no matter how tightly you clutched the thin hospital blanket to your form, you shivered at the chill that settled deep in your bones.

You burst awake for the umpteenth time that night, sitting up tangled in sheets soaked through with sweat. Your chest rose and fell in rapid succession as you sucked in big gulps of air, and your heart pounded against your ribcage. You reached for the cup of water at your bedside, hoping to get rid of the dry, sour feel in your mouth, only to find it empty.

You grabbed the cup and slipped out of bed, creeping out of your room. You padded down the hall in sock-covered feet, squinting against the fluorescent lights that were on all hours of the day. The faint noises of a commotion hit your ears, growing louder the closer you drew to the rec room.

When you got there, you saw Steven was awake too. His back was to you, and he was pressed up against the doors to the unit, slapping his palms against them. There were two nurses with him, trying to get him away from the doors and coax him back to bed.

“Please, please! You’ve gotta let me out of here!” he yelled. His voice was deeper, and lacking the usual intonation of his British accent. “I’m gonna hurt someone!”

You nearly crushed the plastic cup in your hand. That wasn’t Steven. That was Marc.

“Marc!” you rushed towards him. “Hey, Marc, it’s okay.” You told him your name. “I’m a friend of Steven’s.”

He went still, dropping his arms at his sides. He slowly turned around to face you. His dark hair was wild, and his eyes widened when he saw you. He pressed his back against the doors as much as he could. “Get her away from me!” He pointed at you, his finger shaking. “Stay away!”

Your heart sank to your stomach. You’d been looking forward to meeting Marc, only for him to be so scared of you that you couldn’t get a chance to talk to him.

You felt a hand on your arm and nearly jumped out of your skin. Your head snapped to see a nurse at your side. She must’ve snuck up on you. “Come with me, let’s get you back to bed.” She patted your arm. “You don’t need to be here for this.”

You let her guide you away, craning your neck to see Marc for as long as you could before he was out of your sight.

You didn’t see him for a couple days after that.

When he returned to the unit, you were ecstatic. As much as you wanted to hug him though, you resisted the urge and approached him cautiously with your tail tucked between your legs like he was a wild animal that might spook at any moment.

“Hi,” you said timidly, a small smile on your lips. “How are you feeling?”

His eyes were barely open again, the same way they’d been when you first met him. He was probably still recovering from whatever calming meds the nurses had given him. “I’ve been better, love,” he said, his voice thin.

Your heart thumped a little faster at the pet name, though you reminded yourself he used it often and now was especially not the time to get hung up on little things like that. “So I finally met Marc…”

His face fell. “You met him? When?”

“The night before they locked you away from everyone.” You chewed on your bottom lip. “He didn’t seem to like me very much…”

He furrowed his brow. “Are you sure?”

“Oh, trust me. He was very adamant about making it clear,” you said.

He scoffed. “How could he not like you? I find that hard to believe.” He crossed his arms over his chest, shaking his head. “I swear, and he thought he was the more sane of the two of us. Bloke must be out of his mind,” he muttered under his breath.

You bit back a smile. He focused his attention back on you. “What did he say to you?”

“He told me to stay away from him.” You frowned. “He seemed like he was scared of me, Steven.”

His hand shot out and grabbed yours, gripping on tight. “Well, don’t listen to him, alright?” He looked down at his hand and, realizing he was holding you too tight, let go. “I don’t want you to stay away. I’d dislike that very much.”

You couldn’t help but smirk. “You would, now would you?”

“Aw, bug off.” He knocked his shoulder into yours playfully. “I’m sure he was just freaked out to be fronting after weeks of being dormant. It probably had nothing to do with you. Besides, what reason would he have to be scared of you in the first place?”

You pursed your lips thoughtfully. “I don’t know, Steven. I don’t want to make Marc unhappy.”

“But have you stopped to consider what’d make me happy?” He raised his brows. “And since I actually know you, I figure that’s more important, yeah?”

He batted his lashes at you, his bottom lip jutting out in a pout. You heaved an exaggerated sigh. “Fine. But if Marc gets mad, that’s on you.”

His face broke out into a lopsided grin. “Puppy dog eyes work wonders, don’t they?”

You rolled your eyes. You couldn’t suppress it anymore and threw your arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace. “I missed you, Steven.”

He went still for a second before tentatively wrapping his arms around your middle. “I missed you, too.” He let out a breath, the tension leaving his body as his shoulders sagged. “Don’t worry, I’m here. I’m back now.”

You rested your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes, clinging to him like your life depended on it. You didn’t want to ever let him go again.

You rummaged through the little cabinet in the corner of your room that held what little belongings you were allowed in the unit, a towel wrapped around you. You frowned when you couldn’t find your favorite pair of underwear, though you didn’t think much of it. Things tended to get misplaced when the nurses did the laundry all the time.

You huffed and grabbed for a pair blindly. You knew it was stupid to be upset over something so miniscule, but when you were required to wear a hospital gown and pants the unit provided for you everyday, getting to pick what underwear you wore each day gave you a little bit of freedom back.

Once you were dressed, you walked out into the rec room. You felt ten times lighter when you saw Steven sitting on the sofa by the TV like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. You skipped over to him.

“‘Ello, governor,” you mimicked his accent as you plopped down on the cushion next to him. “What do you feel like doing today? Maybe some coloring, round up the others to play some Golf? Or do you just wanna zone out and watch TV all day?”

He didn’t respond, too busy trying to stare a hole into something over your shoulder. You cocked your head at him before glancing behind you to see a nurse rolling out one of the patients into the rec room.

“Oh, him? That’s just Arthur Harrow.” You folded your arms over the back of the sofa and shrugged. “You haven’t seen him before because he hardly ever leaves his room, and when he does, he’s usually out of it.”

When he didn’t respond, you looked back at him and froze. His eyes were rolled back into his head, and his body was trembling all over, like he was convulsing or having a seizure. You were about to call a nurse over when he stopped and blinked, his eyes returning to normal.

His gaze fixed on you, and you felt paralyzed. His brows were drawn together, and the features of his face were set into a stern expression. His lips were pressed together in a taut line. You knew in an instant that this wasn’t Steven you were looking at any longer.

“Marc?” you asked tentatively.

He said your name, his voice grim. “You have to listen to me very carefully. I need to get out of here.”

“Marc, I know this must be confusing for you,” you spoke in an even, calm tone, mirroring the way the nurses had talked to you many times before. “But you’re safe. You’re in a psych unit. You checked yourself in at the emergency room, don’t you remember?”

A crease formed between his brows as they knitted together. “That wasn’t me.” He shook his head.

It was your turn to look confused. If he couldn’t remember coming here, and Steven couldn’t either, then who did?

“You’re not listening to me.” He latched onto your wrist, his fingers digging into your skin. “Something very bad is going to happen if I stay here.”

Alarm bells rang in your head, and your muscles locked into place. “Marc, you’re hurting me,” you whispered, gritting your teeth.

“Do you hear me?” He shook your wrist, baring his teeth. An errant curl fell down his forehead. “I need to get out of here before something bad happens!”

You glanced over at where the nurses sat across the room. They were looking over at you, taking notice something was wrong, and started to stand. “Marc, you need to calm down or you’re going to get locked away again,” you hissed. You couldn’t handle even a few more days without seeing Steven again.

“You’re not safe.” His voice rose in panic. “He’s going to hurt you.”

Your lashes fluttered. “What?” He wasn’t scared of you, but for you? “Who’s going to hurt me? Is it Steven?”

Before he could answer, two of the nurses were on him. “Too much excitement for the day, huh, Marc?” one of them cooed in a sweet tone.

They each grabbed him by the armpits and hoisted him up, escorting him towards the hall. “Why don’t you take some time and rest in your room, all right?”

“Stay away!” Marc shouted after you as he dug his heels into the ground, his voice bouncing off of the walls. “Stay away!”

They dragged him out of sight. You stayed where you were, the sudden silence that had fallen over the room making the tension even more palpable.

He once again disappeared for a couple days, and when he returned, he was the same old Steven you knew well. You didn’t mention the encounter you had with Marc. You figured there was no point talking in circles with him. But you never could quite get Marc’s words out of your head.

You and Steven were the only ones still awake in the rec room. The TV had long been switched off, and the nurses were gone for the moment, most likely trading off shifts.

“What’s the first thing you’re going to do when you get out?” you asked him, curled up in the recliner and hugging your knees to your chest.

He pursed his lips in thought. “I’m going to look up at the sky,” he said, his voice almost reverent with awe. “That’s what I miss the most about being in here: being able to look up at the night sky and see all the stars forming constellations that were there long before us and will be there long after us, too. Reminds me that in the grand scheme of things, we’re quite insignificant.”

You snorted. “Yeah, that’s real uplifting.”

He rolled his eyes. “I mean that compared to the billions of years the earth has rotated around the sun, our lifespans are like a blip in comparison.” His face was tilted up like he could see the stars through the ceiling. “So we shouldn’t waste time worrying about the little things and make the most of it we can.”

You rested your head on the back of the chair and admired his profile. The longer you’d known Steven, the more you started to look past the under eye bags and appreciate just how disarmingly attractive he really was: the strong curve of his nose, the sharp line of his jaw, his long lashes brushing against his cheekbones, the crinkle by his eyes when he smiled. How thick and soft his dark curls looked, just tempting you to reach out and run a hand through them–

Your runaway train of thought was cut off when he turned to look at you. You sat up, hoping he hadn’t noticed you ogling him like a freak. “What about you?” he asked. “What’s the first thing you’ll do when you get out?”

You cast your gaze down to the floor. You were finally confronted with the sad truth, and you still couldn’t stare it in the face. “It’s not really a matter of ‘when,’ moreso an ‘if.’”

His brows drew together. “What do you mean?”

“There’s no point in me going out there when I’ll just end up right back here.” You blinked away the tears that welled in your eyes. “I don’t think I’m meant for the real world, Steven.”

He started to rise from his chair. “Hey, don’t say that.” He scooted closer to you. “Don’t talk about my best friend like that. You’re the most amazing girl I’ve ever met.”

You wheezed a laugh, a tear dripping down your cheek. You went still when he cupped your face in his hand, gently brushing away the tear with his thumb. You couldn’t help but lean into his warm palm like a cat nuzzling his skin.

He dipped his head to stare directly into your eyes. “You’re going to get out of here, okay? I promise you will. And when you do, you’ll have me by your side.” The corners of his lips tilted into a small, fond smile. “I’m not leaving here without you.”

Your heart leapt unevenly in your chest. You thought back to what he said earlier, about making the most of what little time you had on this speck of dust hurtling through the infinite abyss of the universe. If that was the case, there’d been something you’d wanted to do for a long time, and you didn’t think you could hold yourself back any longer.

All it took was for you to slightly lean forward to close the space between your lips. Your nose bumped against his, and your teeth clacked together, but you made the most of the clumsy, fumbling kiss that you could. He froze against you, and when he didn’t ease up, you pulled away.

“I’m sorry,” you murmured. You could already feel your skin heating up in embarrassment and started to shrink in on yourself. “I just thought–”

Before you could finish your sentence, his other hand came up to frame your face, and his lips crashed against yours. This time, the kiss was like something out of a novel or like what you’d seen in the movies, passionate, sparks going off and fireworks erupting. All the cliches and interchangeable love songs had been right.

You broke away at the same time, both out of breath. Your gaze flickered down to his lips to see they were swollen, a lovely shade of red.

“Don’t worry,” he whispered, his voice soft like he was afraid speaking any louder would disrupt the peace that enveloped you both like a warm blanket. “I wanted to do that for a long time, too.”

It was like he could read your mind. He caressed your cheek, and you melted into a malleable ball of putty in his hands. You sighed and closed your eyes, a dopey smile on your lips.

The bubble that had encapsulated you both popped when someone cleared their throat behind you. You pulled away from each other in an instant and turned your heads to see a nurse looming over you.

“Time for bed,” he grunted and didn’t say anything more.

You both crept down the hall like schoolkids who had managed to get away with something naughty, giggling to yourselves. You stopped in front of the door to your room, and he paused in front of his a couple doors down from you.

“Good night.” You bit back a smile. You wanted to kiss him again, but knew better than to risk it. The nurses would be on their rounds soon.

He leaned back against the door to his room. “Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.”

You raised a brow. “Did you just quote Shakespeare to me?” You shook your head. “Wow, you really are a nerd.”

You pushed through your door without saying anything else.

You slept peacefully that night for the first time in ages.

Finally, your unconscious state wasn’t plagued by nightmares, by shadow creatures chasing after you while your legs felt like lead. Instead, you dreamed about laying in a wide open field with Steven while staring up at the night sky. He would point out all the different constellations to you, rambling about each one at length, while you’d be preoccupied looking at him like he was the one who hung the stars in the sky. You’d much rather stare into his eyes than at the night for hours at a time any day.

When you woke, your eyes fluttered open, and you stretched your limbs with a groan. Remnants of your dream started to come back to you, and you grinned like an idiot, hiding your face in your pillow. It was still dark in your room, and you half-rose to glance over at the alarm clock on the bedside table to see it was still the middle of the night.

You huffed, though you supposed you should still be grateful. You couldn’t remember the last time you got that many hours of sleep in a row. Maybe kissing Steven wasn’t the cure-all to everything right away. Or maybe you’d have to go farther with him next time to get even more shut eye…

Before your thoughts could veer off into dangerous territory, the skin on the back of your neck rose to stand on end, and you shivered despite the covers on top of you. You looked over at the door, and sure enough, you could see a shadowed face peeking through the window into your room.

You were about to shrug and write it off as one of the nurses checking in on you when the face’s features struck you as odd. Your blood ran cold through your veins when you realized who you were looking at.

It was Marc. At least, you thought it was him. The lines of his face were too stern and the pitch of his eyes too dark to be indicative of Steven.

You managed to break from the paralyzed trance he caught you in and reached up for the light switch on the wall. You flipped it, flooding the room with light that had you wincing. You looked back at the door, but the little, square window was empty, showing nothing but the blank wall in the hallway.

He was gone.

The next day, you ran over to Steven’s room first thing after you dressed. His door was wide open, though when you scanned inside, he was nowhere to be found. You heard the telltale sound of running water from the adjoining bathroom and deduced that he was in the shower.

You took the open door as an invitation to come in and took a seat on his bed, deciding to wait for him. You tapped your foot against the floor as you smoothed your hands over the covers. His bed was perfectly made, and you couldn’t help but chuckle to yourself. You imagined him tucking in the sheets to your shared bed when he got up in the morning while you grumbled, pulling the comforter closer around you.

Your cheeks burned as you thought of how many times you’d imagined messing up his bed with him. Now that your feelings were out in the open, would that be a possibility? It’d be tricky with the nurses doing their rounds, though you supposed an hour was enough time to sneak in at least a little bit of fun.

You were drawn from your salacious thoughts when you looked down to see something wedged between the mattress and the bed frame. You furrowed your brow at the piece of fabric. Normally, you would’ve minded your business, but the pattern looked oddly familiar…

You yanked it out from where it was stuck and held it out in front of you. A pit formed in your stomach when your sneaking suspicion was confirmed: it was the pair of underwear you’d lost a couple weeks ago.

You blinked as all the blood drained from your face. You pinched them on both sides between your thumb and your forefinger. You looked inside to see that they weren’t clean. In fact, there was a dried substance crusted over the crotch.

You flung your underwear across the room. At the same time, the door to the bathroom flung open, and your underwear smacked the bare chest of a fresh out of the shower Steven before falling to the floor.

You both stared at each other for a moment, neither one of you daring to speak. You were too consumed by your recent discovery to be fazed by the fact that he had nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.

He said your name, his hair straight and plastered to his face like a wet rat. “What are you doing in my room?”

You ignored him. “What’s that?” You pointed to the underwear on the floor.

He looked at you in bewilderment. “How the bloody hell am I supposed to know?”

“Well, I found them in your room tucked into the side of your bed.” You crossed your arms over your chest.

“I didn’t put them there, I swear.” He stumbled over his words as he spoke. “It must’ve been Marc.”

“Marc, huh?” You clenched your jaw. “I’m guessing it was also Marc who was peeping at me last night?”

His brows drew together, and his upper lip curled in confusion. “What?”

“I woke up last night and saw you staring at me through the window.” You’d thought maybe you were still dreaming when it happened, but now you knew it had very much been real. “Originally I thought it was Marc, but now I’m not so sure…”

“What are you implying?” he asked.

“I talked to Marc a couple weeks ago, before you were secluded again,” you said.

His mouth fell open. He looked hurt. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I didn’t think it was important at the time, but now that I know you might be creeping on me…”

“I am not creeping on you!” he interrupted.

“He told me I wasn’t safe and that ‘he’ was going to hurt me.” You stared him dead in the eye. “Who else could that be referring to, Steven?”

“Why are you taking his word over mine?” he fired back. “You don’t even know him!”

You stood up. “Why don’t I talk to Marc then and get this all sorted out?”

He looked disgusted. “That’s not how it works. You can’t just summon one of us like a dog waiting at your beck and call.”

“Well, that’s very convenient for you to blame everything on someone who can’t even defend himself,” you spat. “It must be nice to never have to take accountability for your actions.”

He stumbled back a step, like your words had slapped him in the face. You softened a little bit at his pained expression, but your blood was boiling hot in your veins with fear and anger and embarrassment, urging you to keep going.

“Is everything alright in here?”

You both looked over to see a nurse hovering in the doorway, her eyes flitting back and forth between the two of you.

You stepped away from Steven. “Everything’s fine. We’re finished here.” You looked back at him, sneering, “If you see Marc, tell him he got what he wanted.”

You stomped towards the hall. You paused in the doorway and glanced back at him over your shoulder. “Oh, and you can keep those by the way.” You gestured to the underwear still on the floor by his feet. “They’re ruined now.”

And then you left without turning back.

Today was the day Steven was finally going home.

You stood in the corner of the rec room, watching him. He sat at one of the tables near the double doors, his leg bouncing up and down impatiently. It was the first time you’d ever seen him out of a hospital gown, and you didn’t even get to tell him how adorable he looked in his jacket and flat cap. You wondered if those were the clothes he’d worn when he checked in all those many months ago.

You were surprised at how quickly he managed to recover. It only took him a couple days to be discharged after his fight with you. You wondered if you’d been what was holding him back all along, and now he was doing better without you.

Your whole body ached with guilt over what you’d said. You wished you could take it all back, to suck up all the venom you had spewed so easily. You wished you’d heard him out and hadn’t been blinded by rage. Maybe you’d reacted too quickly. Maybe it’d all been a misunderstanding.

But it was too late. He was leaving now.

You watched as a nurse came over to him and told him something that made him stand up. He started towards the double doors, and your heart pounded in your chest. Before you knew what you were doing, your feet carried you over to him.

“Steven!” you called out. “Wait!”

He stopped right as his hand rested on the double doors. He turned around, facing you with a blank, unreadable expression. You stood on the other side of the white line on the ground separating you, shifting your weight from foot to foot and toying with your fingers.

You hadn’t even thought of what to say before you went storming after him. All the things you’d wanted to say to him for weeks rested on the tip of your tongue, just waiting to spill out: I didn’t mean what I said. I miss you. Please don’t go. I love you.

But there was one thing above all the rest that you wanted to say to him more than anything.

“Steven, I’m…” Your voice sounded impossibly small. “I’m sorry.”

He stared at you, long and hard for a moment. You could feel your pulse throb in your wrists as you waited anxiously for his response.

“I have to go.” There was something off about his voice. It didn’t hit your ears right. “My ride’s here.”

Then, he turned and pushed through the double doors without looking back.

You stood there, watching the doors swing on their hinges while your heart cracked in two in your chest. You swallowed down everything else you desperately wanted to tell him, and all your unspoken words sank in your gut like a stone.

You went back to life before you met Steven.

After living in color for so long, it felt strange to see in black and white again. You withdrew into yourself, not going to groups, eating meals in your room, skipping out on games of Golf with the other patients. You were no longer content with the meager friends you’d make who’d leave in a couple of days. You wanted him.

You’d had hope that maybe there was a chance you’d leave and stay gone once, but now you were sure you were never getting out.

You were lying on your side, staring at the blank wall in your room. You were thinking about the time Steven tried to teach you French (which you had failed at miserably, but you really just wanted to hear him speak the language of love) when you noticed how eerily silent it was. In the middle of the day, there was always some noise in the unit, but now it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Footsteps cut through the quiet drawing closer to your room. You twisted around to watch as a figure passed by. You caught a glimpse of them through the window in the door, their face shadowed by the flat cap low on their head.

Your heart rate spiked. It couldn’t be…

You threw the covers off of you and jumped out of bed in a hurry. You peeked your head out of the room just in time to see him turn the corner. You slipped down the hall, following in his tracks. You wondered if you were seeing things, if you’d finally truly lost it. Only one way to find out…

You rounded the corner and noticed the door to Arthur’s room was open. You furrowed your brow as you crept forward. You peered into the room and saw the figure with his back to you, his broad shoulders straining against the fabric of his jacket as he hunched over.

“Steven?” you asked, hopeful. Had he come back for you like he promised?

The man stood up straight and whirled around to face you. Your face fell. The man you were looking at had Steven’s face, but his eyes were cold and dark without the usual twinkle in them. They made goosebumps rise on your arms.

You stumbled back a step. “You’re not Steven.” And judging by the harsh, grim lines of his features, he wasn’t Marc, either.

He swayed to the side and something behind him caught your eye. Arthur was sprawled out on his bed with his mouth open in a silent scream, his wide eyes boring into you. A red stain bloomed in the middle of his white hospital gown.

He was dead.

The man smiled. “Allí estás, querida.” He took a step towards you. “Esperaba que te presentaras.”

That’s when you noticed the gun he was gripping in his gloved hand.

You opened your mouth to scream, but he was on you in a second, clamping a gloved hand over your mouth. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you back flush against his solid chest. “Silencio,” he hissed in your ear.

You writhed against him, kicking your legs, but his hold on you remained strong. Your screams came out muffled against his hand. He dragged you down the halls like you weighed no more than a feather, even as you struggled. You tried to dig your heels into the ground, but that did little to deter him.

As he carried you, you noticed the carnage he’d left in his wake: patients and nurses alike, some you’d known for months, slumped over on the floor and painted scarlet. You were oddly enough thankful for his hand over your mouth as you gagged, your stomach contracting in on itself.

He pushed through a door and yanked you outside. You squinted against the harsh light assaulting your eyes to see you were behind the hospital. You sucked in a breath of fresh air through his hand covering your nose and mouth. You had no idea your first time outside in months would be like this.

He pulled you over to a white limousine that was parked behind the hospital. He wrenched open the door and threw you inside. You landed on the plush seats, and he slid in after you, closing the door behind him and shutting out the light behind the tinted windows.

You instinctively reached for the door handle, but before your fingers made contact, you heard the lock click into place. That didn’t stop you from tugging on it anyway. “Let me out!” you yelled, slapping your palms against the glass. “Help! Somebody, please!”

He sneered as he grabbed hold of the back of your hospital gown, ripping you away from the door. His other hand holding the gun came up and brought it down on you, smacking you clear across the face. Your head fell to the side, your cheek already blazing. The inside of your mouth was cut from where metal had struck against teeth, the copper taste of blood flooding your mouth.

You clutched the side of your face, your cheek throbbing under your palm. Your skin stung and was already starting to swell. You backed away from him and pressed yourself against the other side of the limo, as far away from him as you could get in the confined space.

“Are you going to kill me?” you asked, your voice barely louder than a whimper.

He chuckled, and the sound made a chill run down your spine. “Si quisiera matarte, ya estarías muerta.”

You wrinkled your brow. “I don’t understand what you’re saying.”

He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “How’s this, princesa? Better for you?” he asked in a thick hispanic accent.

You swallowed hard around the lump in your throat. “Who are you?”

“My name’s Jake Lockley.” He tilted his head, eyes trailing over you in a way that made your skin crawl. “I’ve been waiting to finally meet you for a long time, querida. It’s a shame you had to behave the way you did.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “You kidnapped me.”

“I could’ve done way worse. You saw what I did to your little amigos back there.” His lips split open into a grin. “You should be thanking me right now.”

You gritted your teeth, thinking about the corpses littering the hallways of the unit at this very moment. “Why did you kill them?”

“I didn’t want to,” he said, though he didn’t sound apologetic in the slightest, “but they were in the way of my target.”

You furrowed your brow. Target? The image of him hunched over Arthur’s dead body covered in blood flashed unbidden in your mind, and you had to keep from retching again. He’d been after Arthur the entire time.

“Why?” you asked. Was he some kind of hitman or something? “Why did you kill him?”

He leaned back in his seat, his lips tilted into a lopsided smirk. “That’s for reasons far beyond your understanding.”

“Then why didn’t you kill me?” you snapped. “Or is that also too far beyond my understanding?”

He wasn’t fazed by your temper. In fact, he seemed impressed by it. “You got quite the mouth on you, querida.” He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “That’s one of the things that drew me to you.”

There was an intensity in his eyes, an almost sort of fondness he held for you. Your eyes went wide. The underwear. Marc’s warnings. The face in the window. They’d been him this entire time.

Steven was right, and you had called him a liar to his face.

“I’ve been watching you for a long time,” Jake continued. “I was worried you’d become a distraction that’d I’d have to get rid of, but that was before you proved yourself useful to me.”

You curled your upper lip. “Useful?”

“You knew all the exits and entrances to the building, when the nurses would be on rounds and change shifts, all the blind spots on the security cameras.” He spread his arms wide. “I have to hand it to you. If it weren’t for you, I don’t think I’d have been able to pull it off.”

The world started to spin around you. You’d known everything there was about the unit and told it all to him so freely. He’d taken advantage of the knowledge you’d acclimated after being there for so long and your loneliness. You’d practically served Arthur to him on a silver platter.

“No…” you muttered under your breath. You shook your head, your breath accelerating to the point where you were nearly hyperventilating. “No…”

“Think of it this way: without you, a lot of more people would’ve potentially died.” He shrugged nonchalantly, like he was discussing the pros and cons of buying a new car. “Consider the fact that I’m sparing your life as my repayment for your help.”

You squared your jaw. “Thank you,” you spat.

He hummed, his eyes sliding over you. “I can think of some other ways you can show your appreciation.”

He reached forward and cupped your face in his gloved hand, stroking your skin with his fingers. Your muscles locked into place, your pulse thrumming at the pace of a hummingbird’s wings. You tried to shirk him off, but he tightened his grip until he was squishing your face, the leather of his gloves painfully digging into your skin.

“Steven,” you tried to say, but it came out garbled. “Steven, I know you’re in there. Don’t let him hurt me.”

“He already told you that’s not how this works, remember?” He leered at you. “But don’t worry. He’ll be watching everything I do to you.”

You were thankful he was holding your chin so tight, stifling the sob that threatened to come out of you.

He tilted your head this way and that like you were a pet he was appraising. “I meant it when I said you have quite the mouth.” His tone was menacing. “But I think I have a better use for it.”

He pinched your cheeks closer together, forcing your lips apart. “Open.” He pushed a gloved finger into your mouth.

A fire burned in your eyes as you prepared to bite down. He must’ve felt your jaw tense, because he started tutting. “I wouldn’t recommend that.”

You felt the metal silencer on the gun in his hand press against the side of your head, and your body went stiff. “I’d hate to blow your pretty brains out all over the inside of this limo.” He smirked. “It just got cleaned.”

He slipped another finger into your mouth, parting your lips even further. He thrust them in and out, feeling around the wet cavern of your mouth. His fingers were so thick, they filled the entirety of your mouth, pressing down on your tongue and pushing against the roof of your mouth.

You squeezed your eyes shut, hot tears rolling down your cheeks. You didn’t want to see his face, the same face you’d admired and adored for so long, twisted into something so cruel and ruthless and menacing.

“Open your eyes,” he hissed, pressing the gun harder against your head. “Look at me.”

Your eyes snapped open, staring up into his unforgiving ones. He pulled his fingers out of your mouth, the leather shiny and glistening. He shifted his grip on your chin, and your saliva felt cold and tacky against your skin.

“I wanted to see you like this from the first day I saw you.” His voice was low. “On your knees for me like the putita you are.”

His hand shifted on the gun, and then he was pushing it into your mouth. Your eyes nearly popped out of your skull, and you made a noise of defiance, pushing against his knees. He didn’t ease up, sliding it further into your mouth. You stilled when it hit your uvula, your throat constricting painfully around the metal.

The gun retreated, and you sagged in his grip a little bit, exasperated. But then he thrust it all the way back into your mouth, forcing you to gag again. “Come on, putita. Treat it like a cock,” he taunted you. “You know how to suck cock, don’t you?”

You looked at where his finger hovered over the trigger and knew what he would do if you didn’t comply. You hollowed your cheeks and bobbed your head in time with his thrusts despite the way you trembled in his grip. Your mouth squelched each time the gun sank to its limit.

“That’s it, cariño,” he purred. He let go of his grip on your chin to pet the top of your head condescendingly. “Isn’t it so much better when you’re a good girl for me?”

The gun was massive, thicker than his fingers and even longer due to the silencer almost doubling its length. And he insisted you took all of it, shoving it down your throat. Your jaw ached from how wide it was pried apart, and your dry lips cracked around where the gun slid into your mouth. Your tears mixed with where your drool collected on your chin, dripping onto your lap below.

He pulled the gun out with an impatient growl. You sputtered, coughing for air. Your lips were swollen and sore from all the abuse they’d already suffered.

“Turn around,” he demanded.

You froze, fear seeping deep into your marrow. You stared up at him with wide, unblinking eyes like a deer caught in headlights.

“Turn around,” he repeated, gritting his teeth. “Now.”

You still didn’t move. He got fed up and grabbed you by the hair. You cried out as he yanked on your scalp, forcing you to turn around. He pushed on your head, and you crumpled to your hands and knees in front of him.

Alarm bells went off in your head when you heard the jingle of his belt behind you. “I thought you were done with this.” He undid the buckle lightning fast, tugging it loose through the loops on his pants and whipping it off. “What happened to my good girl?”

“Please, don’t,” you croaked, your voice hoarse. “I’ll do anything, but not this.” Not like this.

“Don’t pretend you don’t want this, querida,” he sneered, pushing up your hospital gown. “You may not want me, but I know you’ve wanted this body for a long time. I saw the way you looked at Steven.”

You wailed as he pulled down your pants, your underwear going with it. He leaned down and pressed his nose against your folds, inhaling deeply. Your body tensed, your face flushing with embarrassment.

“I love your scent.” He sighed dreamily. “I used to jerk my cock late at night, smelling your panties, but the real thing is even better.”

He retracted from you, and you went lax under him until you felt him position himself at your entrance. “I can’t wait to get inside you any longer.”

Panic flared in you. “Wait–” you started to beg but were cut off as he pushed into you.

You wheezed, jolting forward as he thrusted into you to the hilt. You fell to your elbows, arching your spine as his grip on your hair kept your head up. Each time he thrust into you hard, it felt like a punch to the gut. His hold on your hair was so tight, you thought he would rip the strands straight from your scalp.

You tried to scramble away from him until you felt the gun pressed against the back of your head. “Don’t test my patience, putita,” he grunted.

You went still and squeezed your eyes shut, your chin wobbling as you held back sobs. Even without the gun, you knew you’d be helpless against him. He could overpower you easily. At least now you weren’t forced to look at his face anymore.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he groaned. Sure enough, there was a telltale squelch as he fucked into you, every ridge and vein of him sliding against your sensitive walls. “Is this all for me?”

You yelped as he sped up the pace, the clap of flesh against flesh filling the interior of the limo. He let go of his grip on your hair, and your head fell forward against the seat. He brought his hand down on your ass hard, eliciting a squeak from you. You were sure you’d have an imprint of his glove on your cheek for days afterward.

“Do you think Steven could fuck you this good, huh?” He leaned forward to growl in your ear, his hand slipping down to rub at your clit. “‘Cause I don’t think he’d last more than thirty seconds in this warm, tight pussy.”

You bucked against him involuntarily as he rubbed light, fast circles over your clit, the fingers of his gloved hand sticky with your spit brushing against the bundle of nerves just right. Your vision went white as pleasure spread across your whole body. You clawed at the leather of the seats, leaving scratch marks as you convulsed around him.

“Mmm, yeah, that’s it.” His voice was husky as he didn’t let up on your clit. “Come for me, putita.”

You mewled from the oversensitivity as you came down from your high. The guilt and shame set in, heavy like a stone in your gut, and you felt sick to your stomach getting off on this man forcing himself on you.

“Do you think Marc could make you come that hard?” He pressed the gun harder into your head until it dug into your scalp. “‘Cause I think he would finish before he could get to feel you squeeze his cock like that.”

He hammered into you at a frantic, rapid pace. He shoved your head into the cushions until you couldn’t suck in a full breath of air. You scrambled, trying to push yourself up with your hands pressed against the seat, but his hold on you didn’t budge an inch. Your screams came out muffled, and your lungs started to burn from lack of oxygen.

“Fuck, just like that.” His voice started to rise in pitch, and his thrusts lost rhythm. “You’re gonna make me come, putita. I’m gonna fill you up, have you dripping with me for days.”

You were too out of it to try to protest. Your head swam as you felt him thrust into you as deep as he could. He stilled as he came inside of you, flooding your insides with his hot seed.

He pulled out of you and flipped you over. You gasped for air, greedily sucking in sharp intakes of breath. The fuzzy, gray dots clouding your vision started to clear just as his lips crashed into yours, stealing what little breath you’d manage to inhale. He forced his tongue into your mouth and ran it along the cut on the inside of your cheek, making it sting all over again.

He pulled away from you and licked his lips, painting them red with your blood. You slumped back against the seat, overcome with exhaustion. He looked down at where his come mixed with your juices trickled out of your abused hole, pooling on the leather cushions beneath you.

“Khonshu is not gonna like that,” he muttered to himself. He took off his hat to rake a hand through his sweaty locks before putting it back on. “He’s not gonna like where I’m taking you either.”

He rose, ducking his head as he climbed into the front seat. You mustered enough strength to lift your head. “Where are you taking me?” you rasped.

You caught his dark gaze in the rearview mirror. He twisted around in his seat to look at you over his shoulder, raising the gun still clutched in his hand as a reminder of his power over you. (Not that he needed to. You were too weak to fight him now, anyway.)

“You’re coming with me.” His lips parted in a smirk. “Steven said he wouldn’t leave without you, and I intend to make good on that promise.”

Translations:

Querida - Darling

Cariño - Sweetheart

Princesa - Princess

Putita - Little bitch/slut

Silencio - Silence

Amigos - Friends

“Allí estás. Esperaba que te presentaras.” - “There you are. I was hoping you would show up.”

“Si quisiera matarte, ya estarías muerta.” - “If I wanted to kill you, you’d be dead already.”

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the one where he fucks you in the kitchen

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He hasn’t fronted much since Marc and Layla met you. He’s left it all to Marc. After all, he’s the one who saw you first. He’s the one married to Layla, and the efforts made to have you were executed by the both of them. They were a team, and he simply wasn’t a part of it.

He hasn’t let Steven front at all, as a matter of fact. The poor guy’s riddled with guilt and might just say something he shouldn’t. It’s too risky.

He was just a bystander, not that he really minded, but that didn’t mean he felt nothing. He saw you, lived with you, nearly as much as Marc did. He fell in love with you just as Marc did.

He bided his time; he waited for the right moment to have you for just a little while, if not only a few minutes. He just wants to feel you. To have you feel the love he holds for you.

Jake decides the perfect time to front was the middle of night. When the bed shifts slightly, the woman sliding off of it trying to be as quiet as possible, and the soft patter of bare feet across the wooden floors could be heard heading out of the bedroom and into the kitchen.

He follows after a few moments, careful not to wake Layla, and is greeted by the sight of your back turned to him when he enters the kitchen. A little light underneath a cabinet dimly lit up a portion of the space.

He clears his throat.

Startled, you jump and turn around. One hand is holding a glass of water and the other comes up to press against your chest. A sleepy smile graces your face when you realize who it is. “Marc, you scared me.”

His mouth twists a little with dissatisfaction, but he lets it drop quickly. He doesn’t imagine there’s any way you’ll be calling him Jake anytime soon.

You saw it anyway. “I’m sorry if I woke you up.”

“No,” this was the first time he’s spoken to you himself. If Marc knew what he was up to, he wasn’t letting himself be known just yet. “No, honey, you didn’t. I just,” he takes a breath, “couldn’t sleep.”

Your brows furrow, concern paints across your face.

His sweet girl, always the worrier. Jake hums, stepping towards you, “Stop that.”

“Stop what?”

He manages to corner you against the counter. One hand comes up to press between your brows to smooth away the tension. You giggle at the playful gesture before he says, “stop worrying,” with a hint of a smile. He brings his other hand up to cup over the small bump of your stomach. “How are you?”

You reach back to place your cup onto the counter then bring the same hand up to cup his face. You smile up at him and he knows then that seeing you from a mirror is nothing compared to this. “Stop that.”

It earns you a huffed laugh from him.

“We’re fine.” You nod your head towards the glass of water. “Just thirsty.”

Both his hands slide down to knead at your thighs and both your hands slide up to hold onto his shoulders. “Why couldn’t you sleep?”

Jake shrugs before easily lifting you by your thighs and setting you down onto the counter, a soft gasp leaving your lips in the process. He ghosts his lips over yours. “No reason. I just couldn’t.”

A little hmph comes from the back of your throat when he presses closer to you and the sudden feel of him, half-hard, is against you. “I dunno. I think I’m feeling the reason right now.”

With a teasing pinch to your thigh and click of his tongue, he mumbles, practically against your lips with how close he’s gotten, “stop being cheeky,” before he takes your bottom lip between his teeth and drags you into a kiss. One that’s long and messy and expands into multiple because of how neither of you seem to be able to pull away.

His hand comes to push the shirt you wore, Marc’s, up before pushing your panties to the side. You moan needingly into his lips when he slips his finger into you and presses up. He can feel how wet you are, still full with some of Marc’s cum from when he had taken you over the couch just before you’d gone to bed.

Thinking back to it makes his cock jump against you in its confines. You’d gotten so wet for Marc so easily. He’d gotten as far as rubbing your swollen clit through your panties before you were begging for his cock. Before you were insisting that you were and could take him just like that.

Jake had never wanted to take over so bad. To tell you how perfect you are when Marc eased his cock into your sopping hole and you’d taken him in like your body was made just for him. To be the one cupping the bump of your belly where his baby grew as he fucked into you in a way that brought pleasured tears to your eyes. To be the one you looked back at with the most love and adoration in your eyes.

He presses another finger into you, curling them both upwards to prod at your spongy g-spot. You whine, finally pulling your lips away to speak hushedly, “C’mon, Marc, you know I can take it.”

Jake groans and presses his forehead against yours as his eyes close.

You persist, the hands on his shoulders tightening their grip. “Please.”

It’s all he needs to open his eyes and see yours staring so desperately up at him before he’s pulling his fingers out of you to pull his pants down and letting his cock spring free. Greedily, you bring one hand down to guide him to your entrance, rubbing his tip over your already dripping cunt.

He coos to you as he pushes one thigh back gently to get you open to him. “Easy, mi amor. I’m not going anywhere.”

Even with that, you’re easing him into you and tugging at his shoulder impatiently, wordlessly telling him, “come on, move!”

You’re so distracted that you cease to notice the new term of endearment slipping from his lips.

He has to drown his moan against your lips once he’s fully seated inside you. What he watched didn’t even begin to compare to how you’re making him feel. Your arms wrap around his neck tightly, bringing him so close that he could feel your heart beating through your chest and into his, your legs clinging to his waist and trying to pull him further into you. Your pussy flutters around his cock and makes him twitch as he rests in there for a moment, letting your walls mold to his shape while he kisses you.

When he starts thrusting, he doesn’t bother pulling out much at all. His cock hits parts deep inside of you that have you clenching around him and gasping into his mouth. He does it enough that your slick starts dripping down the base of his cock and to his balls.

His hands support your back as he pulls you to the edge of the table, getting his tip to start poking at a different angle.

It must’ve been the one Marc had fucked into, the one that brought you to tears and that the man had abused until you were surely sore and swollen, because a broken noise escapes you the second he hits it.

A little panic ran through him.

“Shh,” he murmurs with his lips against your forehead, bringing a hand up smooth over the back of your head, “It’s okay, honey, I know.”

Jake wasn’t scared of many things, but there would be Hell to pay if Layla wakes up and finds him doing this to you instead of her husband.

You whine, looking up at him with teary eyes and pupils blown wide with pleasure, your legs locking even tighter around him. “O-Oh, my-”

“That’s it, huh?” He breathes a laugh, licking his lips as he watches your eyes roll back and letting his thrusts get a little harder. “That’s where you need it, princesa, I know.”

It only takes a couple more thrusts before you’re falling apart around him, melting into his arms as your pussy flutters and squeezes his cock, urging him to spill into you.

He follows you quickly, spurting cum deep into your womb.

He’d say he hopes it takes, but he’s lucky enough to already have you getting so pretty and round with his baby.

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Cutting Ties (DARK! Moon Knight x Reader) Part 3

A/N: I know, I'm back from the dead (shocker) I'm so sorry about the lengthy delay but here it is! This is Part 3 of a 3 Part fic. (Here is Part 2!) This is also a dark fic so please DNI Minors and others.

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DISCLAIMERS/WARNINGS: kidnapping, angst (like a ridiculous amount of it), light cursing, slight suggestive content, I've never been to London or England in general so I'm going based off of what I've seen, I am also not responsible for your content consumption please be advised that this is a dark story with triggering elements, viewer discretion advised. English is my first language I just suck at it. No beta, we die like men! I do not own the picture above but i DO own the header below, it's something that I made. I might make a few others idk. Enjoy!

Summary: You're a former Widow on the run, only in London for a year you meet Steven Grant, a goofy gift shoppist. But is there more that meets the eye?

Weeks passed. 

You had begun to notice a pattern, similar to the one they had before, one day it would be Marc who woke you up with turkey bacon and eggs and slept by you with your hands in his hair and then Steven would take his place the next day with oatmeal with fruit in it in the morning and smothering you at night. The only difference was that Jake had yet to show himself since the night he brought you here. 

A small part of you was grateful for that but the larger (angrier) part of you wanted to see him again, if only to scream at him. However, you had to play this right, you had been working on both Marc and Steven on going to the doctor. You were careful, you knew if they said the wrong thing they wouldn’t go, so you played the part of loyal and dutiful girlfriend each day with a smile on your face and a calm, nurturing voice. Even your words were carefully thought out and rehearsed in advance, every time you mentioned the doctor you didn’t use isolating words like “you” and “me” or “I” instead using words that resembled unity and empathy (something they both had lacked in their childhood) such as “we” and “us”. With every sugared word you swallowed bile and chewed every insult into the insides of your cheeks. The Red Room was a vile place and you resent it with all that you are, but as you find yourself in this situation you couldn’t help but be thankful for their lessons in mental and emotional manipulation. Without them you don’t know what you would’ve done. 

However, as you lay there with Steven’s arm around your abdomen and your gaze fixed on the calendar that hung on the wall in front of you, you hope you can hang on another forty-eight hours, the day of the appointment. You purposely made it for a day. It would be Steven in charge of the body. He was easier swayed and manipulated than Marc. He would let you go with him to the appointment, he needs you at the appointment. You’re his angel, his love, you would hold his hand as he tells the doctor how badly he sleeps and as the doctor writes the prescription you’ll excuse yourself. It can’t be before the doctor writes the prescription, Steven will get nervous and start looking for you sooner rather than later, as the doctor writes the prescription however the appointment will essentially be over but not quite. He will have to sit there and get the prescription and go to check out where they will have him make another appointment for a check in with the doctor before finally having time to look for you in the stalls. It gives you thirty minutes give or take to escape the building without being detected and stealing a car to get to the next town over where you’ll call your ID guy. If the ID guy proves to be a bust you know Yelena was always on the lookout for ex-black widows and she might help you like Natasha did the last time you needed to disappear. The plan was complicated, sure, it required perfect timing and a shit ton of hope and luck, but it was all you had. You were no stranger to seducing, manipulating, and betraying. They were second nature to you, like a coat you’ve left in your closet for so long but it still fits like you've never abandoned it at all. Still though, you’ve never betrayed someone you had loved before, and the guilt at the thought of Steven’s confused and distraught face like the one he had at the apartment was almost enough to kill you. Steven was relatively innocent in all of this, this wasn’t his plan it was Jake’s. It wasn’t his fault that they shared a body. Still, freedom comes at a price and Steven, Marc, and Jake would never allow such a luxury. 

You find yourself slipping sometimes, finding yourself thinking it wouldn’t be so bad. That this life is exactly what you wanted to begin with, having your cake and eating it too. But you reminded yourself that this life was given to you without choice. That these men might love you in their own way, but all they want in the end is to possess you, to keep you whether it would be willingly or not, with chains or with vows. 

It was later than usual, you knew you needed to sleep. You need all the energy you can get, after escaping in a few days you will probably miss the bed seeing as you don’t know where you’ll be but in either case you doubt you’ll be sleeping with a quilt or a fluffy pillow for a while. You try to sleep, counting sheep proved fruitless and the warmth of Steven’s chest on your back caused your body temp to rise to an uncomfortable degree. But you tried to remain still, you’ve been under worse torture than restlessness and uncomfortable heat, you should be fine. 

…

You were wrong. 

Gently you tried to scoot away from him, hoping to catch some sort of reprieve to no avail. Tried extending your limbs to the cooler parts of your shared blanket in order to cool at least some part of you down but that only helped little, only one foot managed to break free from the too warm confines and that helped significantly but sleeping like that felt too weird (too many horror movies with Jake). You let out a little frustrated huff, your attempts to cool off were met with failure. You were so caught up in trying to cool off you failed to notice the slight stir in the man beside you until you felt his breath next to your ear. 

“Trying to escape again mi carissima?” 

Suddenly, you no longer felt the need to cool off. Instead chills ran down your spine as the urge to hurl crawled its way to your throat. Your body went stiff as you felt him move from your side to leave the bed. You avoided looking at him, the all too familiar feeling of fear and rage made you hesitant to gaze in his direction. You contemplated reaching towards the nearest object and throwing it in his direction. But you looked at the calendar instead, freedom was two days away, you can’t ruin it now by revealing your true feelings. So with a deep, shaking breath in you sat and mustered up all the love and tenderness you could as you gazed at him. 

“I haven’t seen you in a while lover,” you said affectionately as you imagined all sorts of violent, Taylor Swift worthy, things you would rather say to him, “I was beginning to think you were avoiding me.” you see him looking at you with apprehension, and what you could almost mistake for guilt. 

“I was giving you space,” he said as he changed out of his sweaty night shirt for a fresh one, your eyes lingered where his sleep pants hung on his hips. Damn, you had forgotten that while the man in front of you was certifiable, he was also hot as fuck, and that if he turned around you knew your eyes would follow south. You couldn’t help it, with hips and an ass like that how could you not look at it and go a little feral. 

“Well,” you cleared your throat a little, forcing your eyes to remain firmly on his face despite the almost magnetic force trying to pull your gaze downwards, “that was probably a wise idea.” 

“I thought I had to do this,” he says, Jake was never one to halfheartedly apologize when he doesn’t believe he should “for us.” 

“Still,” you said, hugging your knees to your chest, “don’t you think you should’ve brought it up with me? To give me a choice?”

“I’m giving you one now,” he said, eyes turning to you for the first time in weeks, “I wasn’t acting right before. I was angry and scared, you were going to abandon us like we didn’t matter. You weren’t even going to tell me the truth, you were going to leave that very night. I became rash, and crazy, and…” his eyes cast down towards the bunched up shirt in his hand, “I hurt you.” He tossed the soiled shirt into the laundry basket before turning his gaze back to you, “So I’ve been staying away, remaining a fly on the wall as I watched you with Steven and Marc. Punishing myself by seeing you but never touching you.” 

“If I didn’t know any better,” you said with anger rumbling in your chest, “I would almost call the tone in your voice remorse.”

“I apologize for hurting you,” he states moving to the side of the bed where he laid moments before, before sitting the mattress sinking with him slightly. “I regret that deeply but I don’t apologize or regret bringing you here.” 

“Then what the fuck are you doing?”

“I am giving you a choice,” he said, eyes bearing into you, “now that you’ve lived here for a while, seen what our life can be like. Will you stay?”

What? 

Your eyes dart between his as your mind struggles to come up with any alternative motives he has behind this. He could be luring you into a false security, be sadistically playing with your feelings as a way to punish you further for trying to leave them behind. 

“What would you do if I went?” 

“I’d follow you,” he says with no hesitance, “I’d follow you anywhere mi carissima, from desert to tundra I’d follow you faithfully and without complaint.” his hands hesitantly grab yours, “I can handle myself, and so can Marc and surprisingly so can Steven. You don’t need to worry about us in a fight, but I will not force us to stay here. The choice is yours.” 

There was a lot to think about, there were many contradictory feelings swirling inside of you. A mix of shock, anger, and the tiniest glimmer of hope were the most prominent. You see his eyes and know he’s being honest. He won't force you to remain in this house they’ve built just for you, but he won’t let you leave him. Though, looking back you guessed you never did want to leave them anyways. You were going to leave to protect them and now that you know they were more than capable of protecting themselves…you weren’t sure. You could always lie and manipulate them further, then leave like you had planned to do since you got here. But you could also stay…you don’t know. 

“Do I have to decide now?”

“No,” he assured, “I won’t force you to,” he grabbed the spare pillow and throw blanket at the end of the bed, “I don't want you to get overheated again so I’ll sleep on the couch. So, don’t worry about making any decisions right now and try to get some rest…goodnight.” and with that he left. Leaving the door open behind him and leaving you in a state of shock and disbelief. You knew eventually you would have to see him again, he was a part of them but you’d never imagine it would go like this. You kind of imagined he would have the same look in his eyes like he did when he stabbed a needle in your neck, to act insane and possessive and obsessive and hold you hostage with no choice in sight. Except he just gave you one, something to ponder the next two days about. 

Dread fills you as the decision lies in front of you. Waiting for you to make a choice. 

Needless to say, you didn’t get any sleep that night. 

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The past two days passed in a blur before you were finally seated next to Steven as he answered the doctors medical questions regarding his overall health. Marc and Steven seemed to have calmed down slightly in terms of spending every minute with you and never letting you out of their sight. It was odd, and now you were conflicted. After Jake’s sudden (and brief) visit your mind had been running a million miles trying to figure out what angle he could be playing. Was this psychological warfare? Was he testing you? 

You excused yourself to the bathroom as planned once the intake was over, mentally your mind began counting down from thirty minutes as you stepped into the bathroom. As expected there were no cameras here in the women’s restroom, which was to your benefit, along with a window. It was smaller than you had expected but it was large enough for you to crawl out of. You were quick to silently click the lock on the door leading to the bathroom before you went to one of the sinks to turn the faucet on. Opening the window and crawling through was bound to make some noise and the rushing water was going to mute some of the noise you would be making. As your hand reaches for the hot and cold knobs you pause. Time was ticking away by the second, every minute you stood there undecided was a minute you could’ve had to get away. Yet here you were. Were you actually considering staying with them? 

It’s horrible, what a few acts of kindness can do. Giving you space, giving you a choice…and you’re a mess. Wasn’t that what you wanted to begin with? A choice? There are only two ways that this plays out, you know this. On one hand you go, you turn the knobs and you run, like you’ve always done, alone. There was no guarantee that Yelena would pick up, there was no guarantee that you wouldn’t be thrusted right back into the life of a mercenary, there was no guarantee that doing this would grant you the freedom you’ve fought so hard and yearned for so long for. Was it freedom if all you did was hide and run? What would happen if you stayed? Jake, Marc, and Steven were an unpredictable risk. Jake could be lying, you wouldn’t put it past any of them to lie and act in order to keep you, even Steven…on the other hand, maybe this was a pattern of yours. Maybe all you ever do in any situation is run, run away from every complex thought and feeling and you never turn back. Maybe the reason you never felt free was because you weren’t meant to be.  You can’t recall the number of times you’ve spent countless night staring at the ceiling instead of sleeping, with gut wrenching guilt as you replay all the terrible things you’ve done as a widow; the people you’ve killed, countries you’ve lead into war that orphaned children, secrets you’ve both hidden and exploited. There were nights you’ve asked for some sort of punishment that would ease the guilt that was slowly killing you. Maybe this was it, maybe this was the punishment. 

Staying, knowing full well that this time there is no evil man behind you pulling your strings, that there was no one to blame but yourself for the outcome. Knowing that your last meaningful act of free will was to throw away the autonomy you had treasured as if it was something solid and tangible in exchange for a gilded cage with no means of escape and constantly wondering if you made the right choice. 

And never knowing if you did. 

Your shoulders slumped as the weight of it weighed heavily. What was it going to be? 

Freedom in exchange for redemption, or redemption in exchange for your freedom. 

You’re not as sly as you think you are–or–as you used to be. Jake had your plan figured out the moment you suggested Marc see the doctor for ‘sleeping medication’. He had to hand it to you, your manipulation tactics were impressive, the collective ‘we’ and ‘us’ and adoring looks and gentle touches were truly inspired. 

You silly, silly little spider…did you really think anything that Jake had told you was true?

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Yes, he admits he may have fucked it up a little by going a little bat-shit crazy and sticking a needle into your pretty neck and forcing you into a home that wasn’t finished quite yet. But he made up for it, he let you get this far with your little trick. It was the least he could do, along with offering a fake choice. You weren’t even going to make it to the nearest payphone (which is surprisingly still functional given its obsolete status) before he dragged you back home kicking and screaming if that’s what it took. 

Still, though, he doesn’t like you kicking but as for the screaming (well, given the right circumstances he loves to hear you scream, especially when it’s his name)

So instead of outwardly calling your little game out, he decides to play along, acting none the wiser and giving the biggest performance of his life. 

He knows you like to think yourself a master manipulator, but the truth was that without the constant threat of death and Dreykov’s mind control, your manipulation skills have gotten rusty. A once sharp and carefully polished tool now dull and worse for wear. Against easily manipulated fools like Steven and (sometimes) Marc, it’s effective. But he was the only one who was truly your equal. Jake was the only one who truly understood you. Steven had false memories to comfort him and while Marc and Jake lived with the unhappy ones, and while he wasn’t perfect, at least their dad never forgot Marc’s birthday. Jake had no one, had nothing–not even his own body! Much like you did as a widow. You were the only person who could possibly understand him and by extension he was the only one to understand you. 

There is a strange power in being understood, it’s terrifyingly intoxicating, especially to one who is never understood. Jake had never been particularly interested in salvation or redemption in general, but you became his religion, the altar where he worshiped and the light that baptized him. Worshiping you was as easy as breathing, like it was what he was made to do. So he listened devotedly to every syllable from your mouth and he made a list of all you said. 

Jake had wanted to marry you before showing you the home he had built, (well him, Marc, and Steven), he had it all planned out, the only thing he didn’t plan for was that night. Suddenly his light was taken from him, his comfort, his home, his life was stripped away from him before he could utter a word. 

That would drive any man insane. 

He made a few questionable choices, sure, but he paid for them and now here was his reward. Driving back from the doctors with a prescription he doesn’t intend on picking up with you in the passenger seat. Willingly and holding his hand. 

He smiles, ignoring the way your eyes shine with unshed tears and how your fingers tremble ever so slightly as he pulls your hand for a kiss. None of that matters, you’re with him now. 

With no chance of escape. 

Ever again.

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Hey there! I had 3 weird ideas to throw out there. Yandere MK boys with a reader who is either a werewolf, has a symbiote (like Venom), or has mind control powers (or more like mind powers Scarlet Witch has maybe?). Like they use their powers on the boys to try and escape. Idk something like that. Anyhow have a good day/night. :)

We warned you

It wasn’t too bad here, you secretly enjoyed it.

Having them take care of you felt nice and you definitely weren’t used to it.

But, Jake was angry and you were getting scared.

“I didn’t mean to break it.” You whispered, looking down at the broken cup.

“But, you still made a mistake didn’t you, mi amor?” He growled, stalking towards you.

“And you know I like to help you learn lessons.” He said as you felt tears in your eyes.

“Fuck off, Jake!” You screamed as he froze and looked at you in shock.

“That’s it.” He growled before lunging towards you, you quickly held your hand up and entered his mind.

You never wanted to do this to them, but you had no choice.

Your eyes glowed brightly as you stared at him, tears running down your cheeks.

“Get on your knees.” You whispered as he slowly obeyed and went to his knees.

“I’m sorry.” You muttered, trying your best to stop crying.

“Stay here on the floor for three hours and don’t even try to find me.” You whispered before dropping your hand.

You quickly rushed around grabbing some of your things in a backpack before you ran out of the door crying.

—

It had been about an hour and you sat in an alleyway crying.

You wanted to go back to them more than anything, but Jake had hurt you and Marc or Steven hadn’t helped you.

Suddenly everything around you began to become dark as you looked around in fear.

“No…” You whispered as you slowly fell unconscious.

When you awoke again you were in an endless dark void, your knees to the ground and your wrists chained.

“Little witch thought she was more powerful than a god.” You heard a voice growl as you shook and looked up.

“Khonshu.” You whispered in fear before you saw three figures behind him.

“I think it may be time for a punishment.” Khonshu growled before Marc and Steven rushed forward.

“Enough, Khonshu!” Marc yelled, quickly kneeling to you as you cried out.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have done it. I was so scared, I’m sorry.” You cried out as they looked down at you.

“I know, I know you’re sorry. But, what you did isn’t easily forgiven love.” Marc whispered as you shook your head.

“No, no please, please I don’t want to be hurt.” You whispered before looking to Steven.

“Please, don’t leave me here with him.” You cried out as Steven looked at you sadly.

“What you did was wrong, love. That was an awful thing to do, once all of this is over we can cuddle as much as you want, okay?” He said, you sobbed even more and thrashed in the chains.

“Let me go!” You screamed as the three men began to walk away.

“No! Please, don’t leave me!”

—

Steven sat beside you bedside, watching your peaceful face in your sleep.

“How much longer will Khonshu keep her?” Steven whispered, running his finger over your cheek.

“As long as she deserves, Steven.” Marc replied as Steven looked at you sadly.

“She needs to go through this, Steven. She has a lot of lessons to learn.” Marc continued, making Steven nod.

Suddenly you gasped and woke up, beginning to panic.

You kept muttering Stop over and over.

Steven quickly leapt up and held onto your shoulders.

“Baby, it’s okay! You’re safe, I’m here!” Steven shouted as you rocked back and forth.

“Stop it, stop it, please.” You muttered as you began to cry.

“Looks like she needs more.” Khonshu growled before Steven stood up.

“No! You will not touch her again!” Steven shouted before going back to you.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, love. I’m right here. No more punishment, such a good girl.” Steven whispered, cradling you.

You growled and held your hand up about to use your power again, before Marc took control.

“I don’t think so love.” Marc growled before he pinned his arms above your head.

He reached across to the bedside table wear a black collar was, he quickly clipped it around your neck, before backing away.

“There you go, baby girl. No more powers.” Marc whispered, a little out of breath as you clawed at the collar.

“I hate you, I hate you so much!” You screamed as Marc just watched you.

“Throw your tantrum, babydoll. It’s not coming off.”

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[bluehourbucky]

MAIN MASTER LIST

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hello! welcome to my masterlist, where there are links to all my fics I've written so far.

I mostly write for Bucky Barnes, but there are a few more marvel characters i sometimes write for.

I try to keep the reader without description so anyone could read it <3

content:

❤️‍🔥- smut

🩷-fluff

💥- angst

🖤- dark

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BUCKY BARNES

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MOON KNIGHT 🌙

STEVE KEMP

YELENA BELOVA

Spencer Reid

Nightmare

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Dark!Romana's Masterlist

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ALL FICS ARE DARK TO VARYING DEGREES, INCLUDING BUT NOT LIMITED TO DUB CON/NON CON

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In the meantime

The Last Of Us Masterist

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Narcos

Este Noche Te Voy a Foller: You work for Javi and Steve and find them at the dance club you went to. They don’t take you privately.

Miguel O'Hara

Tell Me: Miguel obtains the information he needs DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT I originally posted this here and when I woke up it had 3 notes and I was like oh so I see this went to far. Okay. Then I deleted it lol but when I went to delete the AO3 but the ao3 had like. 50 KUDOS LOL. Anyway I might post it here again but for now heres the ao3 link, warning it DARK idk how many times i gotta tell you this

Nathan Bateman

Pushing Buttons: You purposely piss Nathan off and he takes out his anger on you.

I don't necessarily take requests, but if you have ideas i'm happy to hear them!

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Jake Lockley/Marc Spector/Steven Grant x F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals • Masterlist • ao3 • want to be tagged? • Status: Ongoing

Part One: “I can’t do this anymore Jake... I can’t…” ‘Kill any more people’ is what you want to say, what you should say. But he’d know you were lying. “I can’t do this so frequently.” 

Before he left Egypt, Jake destroyed all the remaining ushabti’s – setting all the previously imprisoned god’s free. That was the main reason he felt so responsible for what happened to you.

Part Two: His attention darted back to you. A deep scowl darkening his features. “What do you know about that, old bird?” There was a hint of something behind his words, uncertainty but also intrigue. “Who are you?” He paused for a second, “and who do you think I am?”

You wake up in bed after the previous night, but it's not Jake laying next to you.

Part Three: “I,” Marc swallowed, just about managing to pull his lips away from yours. He cupped your face with his right hand, pressing ever so gently as he ran his thumb over your cheek. “I’m sorry, it’s Marc, I didn’t- I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have.”

Marc manages to get you both passage over the Caspian Sea in a fishing trawler, things get complicated.

#no y/n #fanfic #my writing #dark necessities #moon knight #jake lockley #steven grant #marc spector #x reader #x female reader #x f!reader #x you #oscar isaac characters #oscar isaac #moon knight mcu

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Angel

Continuation of my first story.

Description: the Moon knight system have a sweet girlfriend who is so forgiving and lover that she over looks at some of the toxic and crazy things they do.

Warning ⚠️ :Smut, Violence (Murder), Stalking, Kidnapping, and Manipulation. The leg cuff and blood, almost sexual assault (Tell me if I didn't put any more warnings that were needed)

Moonboys x F!reader

NO MINORS PAST THIS POINT.

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Y/n L/n was a gift that the great heavens bestowed upon Steven Grant of the gift shop and Marc Spector as well.

You two have been dating for six months now which was odd, to say the least. You found out about them stalking you including breaking into your home and stealing some items but in the name of love you forgave both of them. Some people would say you should run to the hills but you stayed with them...hell even moved in with the three of them.

One month

The first month was a breeze to ease into. Steven showered you with gifts, love, and sex.

Of course, you accepted all these things including his not-so-great gifts.

Steven keeps up with your ovulation, periods, and even when your sex drive is the highest. As well as diet, what you like to eat and don't like, what you need and what you don't need to eat but never restricts you from eating.

He may be deranged but not cruel.

He still keeps the shrine around. Sometimes you give him items for your shrine but he loves it so, of course, you indulge the sweet boy. Also including the habit of smelling you, his nose is in every crevice of your body. He reminds you of a golden retriever who shoves its nose into your crotch.

He smells your hair, clothes, panties even your neck and your armpits including your pussy.

You walk up to the calendar and eye the dates steven has circled.

"Steven, why are these specific dates on the calendar marked? Are you planning something or maybe marc is?" You beam as you look at your boyfriend. He looks up from his book on the french language that he's been practicing for months.

"Oh." is all he says when he looks at the calendar you now have in your hand. You furrow your brow in disappointment hoping for a better response. "Then what are they for?" You ask. "Well...darling they're your ovulation cycle..and um..", he says dryly " also when your sex drive is the highest".

He watches as your smile drops before your lips even form what you want to say. Steven is on the floor and is already at your knees, he gives you his famous puppy dog eyes. "I-I'm so sorry darling. I know it's odd but I just-". He starts to beg but you cut him off by placing your finger on his lips. "No no, it's an okay baby. I guess...I should look on the bright side. At least I'll know when my periods coming, I suppose."You tell steven sweetly as you bend down a little and kiss his lips.

"Right, darling," Steven says with a small smile. "Also today is one of your days. Your sex drive should be a little high today." Steven says as he guides his hand up your legs. Your breathing softly intensifies as he strokes your legs. Then gently goes all the way up to your shorts.

Isn't love so weird? Y/n would accept anything your dear sweet Steven threw at you.

Second month later

Steven and You are like two pees in a pod. Simply perfect each other, except you have yet to fight your second bosses.

When am I gonna talk to her again? You got the fucking date cause of me, Steven. So why have I not been able to speak to her again?

You see Marc and Steven didn't have a good relationship ever since you met him the first time you slept with Steven for the first time. You also slept with marc. I mean you wouldn't sleep with a man on his knee begging for forgiveness?

"You are not bloody meeting her, Marc. After what you did, why should I? I found her with bruises from that night. You slept with my girlfriend and now you wanna meet her again? Mate" Steven shouted at the mirror. Steven huffed out as he collected his things for you and his date.

You owe me this, didn't I get you that info on her? I got you two together, you owe me.

After hearing out Marc. Steven sighed in annoyance. "Fine...." Steven said to the mirror.

"Thanks," Marc said back to the mirror.

Marc looks at his phone to see what steven planned. To Marc's disdain, it was a museum date.

You stared at the exhibits that steven had given you a tour of before. You smiled at the memories you two shared, then you felt two arms snake around your waist.

"Babygirl, do remember me?" An American voice says it hugs you from behind. You gasp and quickly get out his hold, "Marc!" You say as you hug him. "Steven let you see me again?" You ask as you look up at his face.

"Yeah, it was a little difficult but I got him to agree to see you again, baby girl." He smirks at you making you smile at him before pecking his chin. "Let's get out of here." He says while untangling the hug and grabbing your hand. He guides you out of the building and soon you find yourself sitting on the other side of a restaurant table.

Marc's legs are spread out in the chair and he stares at you with smirk. "What are we doing here?" You shyly ask him as you try not to meet your gaze. "Can't I have a date with a pretty lady?" Marc says while fiddles with your fingers. You blush a little at his comment and tuck your hand behind your ear. "Wanna get out of here?" He asks you as he rubs your fingers.

"Yes."

You rock into Marc as he holds your hips. You moan out as you feel him hit your sweet spot. You clench around him and let your orgasm softly intensify. Feeling it expand throughout your body. This is the third one marc has gotten out of you but hey you're not complaining.

You two couldn't eagerly wait to get back to the apartment and fuck. This man was shoving his tongue down your mouth as you two entered the apartment and quickly undressing while you undressed him. That's how much sexual tension he built up just for you.

You two sit there in the same position letting your orgasm pass so that Marc can get another one out of you. "Round Four, baby". He says while you snap your hips into his like a puzzle. You moan out softly as you feel his dick hit that sweet spot that makes your legs tremble a little.

Marc makes light hickies on your neck as he thrust into you. You give him small moans as the gentle ones and when he quickens his pace to get the fourth one out, you sputter out words conjoined together like don'tstopdon'tstop or pleasegofasterplease. He even gets a cry out of your sweet lips.

After all of, your lovemaking is done. He cleans you thoroughly and gives you kisses that he peppers all over your body.

7:30 am is what reads on Marc's watch. You quickly get dressed and head out to get some breakfast for you and your sleeping beauty still in the bed, naked as the day he was born.

You walk out of the apartment building and try to find yourself the nearest coffee shop. Two whole hours pass, and you push the key through the door that steven so graciously gifted you very early into your relationship.

Only to hear, Marc yelling at someone. You pause before you unlock the door to hear the one-sided conversation.

"Think steven, think. Where would she have gone? Where are her favorite places? It's still early so breakfast is still being served." Marc says to the mirror as he runs his fingers through his hair in a distressing way.

I'm thinking, mate. Just give me a minute, OH! Maybe that one place...something called cuppaT. It's not far from here, and I'm sure she'll be there...

Steven said with uncertainty as he looked at Marc who look like a nervous wreck.

"Okay. Let's start there." He said as he grabbed his wallet and apartment keys.

You open the door to find him frantically gathering the stuff. He immediately looks at you and the stress and panic wash from his face as he instantly pulls you into a hug. He nuzzles into your neck smelling your perfume to placate himself.

His shoulder slumps and he feels meek in your arms. You recognize this familiar person. "Where were you, darling? You gave marc a scare. Naughty girl" He says while he nips at your neck lightly. "I was at a small bakery nearby. I got us some breakfast, baby". You say as you pull away from the hug and set down your items and purse. Now his body feels more firm like he's a wall, "now baby girl, for giving me a scare like that I have to punish you but give me your phone first". Marc says as he hugs you from behind. You reach for your purse and zip the pouch to hand Marc your phone.

He releases you from the hug and fiddles with your phone then hands it back to you. You don't give it a second thought and just set it down on the table. Marc grabs the breakfast and your hand guides you to bed.

He is sweet to you before he ravishes you and destroys your spirit in bed as punishment for not leaving a note.

You have passed the second boss and contributed to his obsession. Marc is different from steven, Steven is clingy and lovesick. He needs to know everything about you and treat you like a goddess. He needs your attention, needs your constant validation and of course, you give it to him.

Now Marc likes to keep on a pedestal and have you under his total watch. His unrequited gifts include Stalking, tracking, and more stalking. Just kidding, he knows your triggers, gestures, ticks, habits, and the way you talk. The way your eyes light at something, the way you look at things that you don't like, or when you feel uneasy, uncomfortable, and unsafe.

He sometimes feels like a rock or better yet a wall and you are a none confrontational person who is sweet as pie. You need marc or at least that's how delusional he thinks. He continues the stalking. Need to know where you are at all times like a mosquito bite that itches. It festers and festers so he tracks you and so God help him if he doesn't know where you are.

"Baby girl, if you go somewhere and don't tell me. I'll know, so don't test your limits. Konshu will tell me" Marc says softly as he slowly slips off your panties. He gently rubs his thumb on your clit making you cry out. Poor you being punished by both steven and marc through overstimulation and edging. You beg for marc or steven, as your lovers make you suffer.

Two months later

By now you are completely use to both Marc and Steven's habits and obsession.

Marc told you about Konshu..who he was, what he was and his significance in his life. He briefly talks about Jake but never enough to where you know him well.

That is Steven's job, he word vomits about everything that he's gone through with Marc and Jake. He's told you about Jake more than Marc which has sparked curiosity in you to meet your final boss.

These two months had been very eventful

Here you were sitting on the bus ramp waiting for Steven to get off from his shift. It was just you and another man but you payed not attention to him. "Are you here all by yourself?" He ask as concern is painted on his face.

"Oh yeah..but my boyfriend's gonna be here soon". You innocently say as you smile at him. Then your phone begins to ring. You quickly pick it up and Steven voice booms through the phone.

Hey darling, I'm not gonna get out tonight. So just call a cab, don't walk home. Love you

You sigh as you hang up and gather your stuff together.

I know he tracks my phone but I'm sure it'll be fine..it's just one time.

You begin your journey back home and get yourself far enough from the museum. You slowly recognize the streets he lives on and go through a alley way for a shortcut.

You start noticing footsteps behind you. Then someone grabs you and shoves you against the wall, it's the "concerned" man from earlier. He puts his hand over your mouth to stop you from screaming.

"Shh...it's okay...it's gonna be alright. You're a real cutie, lady". He says with his hot breath against your ear. Tears well up in your eyes as his hand snakes up your skirt. Then suddenly a figure in white swoops down the alleyway and with one swipe he slashes the man's throat with a moonshaped blade.

You stand there frozen as the blood splatters on your face. You are still trying to process what just happened. "H-he-", you try to say but your face scrunchs up and tears spill down your face. You throw yourself into Jake's arms and he holds you. He soothes you by rubbing your back then he picks you up bridal style. He takes you into the apartment and sets you down on the bed as you sob into his shirt.

About two weeks pass over the incident. You've been put on house arrest by Marc who while trying to gave a intimate moment with noticed the stuttering getting worse which amplified the his anxiety and panic.

"Baby, I don't like how you speak right now. You're still scared and I'm sorry I wasn't faster",Marc softly says as he puts the cuff around your leg "Soon there will be a longer one coming in so you can walk around the house. This is only for a month and then I'll take it off, babygirl".

He indeed did buy a longer sleeping cuff and when Steven would get home he would take if off or if Marc was home, he would. Him and Jake rotated turn on taking care of you. "Pequeño what do you want to eat? Takeout? Or make you something?" Jake softly whispers in you ear as you squirm in his lap. "Whatever is fine.." You say as Jake starts to take off the white satin lingerie set he bought you.

You see, he treats you like a sugarbaby. Buys you expensive things, spoils you, showers you in adoration and love.

He takes off the dress part of the set. Throwing it to the ground then works on your panties that he had custom made. The entire set was customized actually, just be soft and airy for you to sleep in. Including the added detail of his symbol on the panties. He take them off only leaving in the thigh highs that have the moonknight symbol as well.

"Jake" You softly moan out as he enters you. He holds you legs and begins to thrust into you. His thrust start a standard slow pace but due to your wetness. He growls in your ear and starts go at faster pace. The chair makes a squeaking noise as it hits the table. You clench around him as he hits your sweet spot continously. Feeling your orgasm build up again. You let your body reach it high and clench around him tightly making Jake go a little bit a rough pace. One sharp snap of his hips and his dick paints you walls with his cum.

But he doesn't stop.

"Baby, It's my turn now".

Marc sets you body on the bed. He put your legs over his shoulder and starts to enter your cunt again. Then with the full force of his hips, he thrust into you all the way. He pounds into your cunt as you cry out at the sensations. It good in the way that it hits everything perfectly and you body shudders at each delicious thrust that come through your body.

Your legs tremble as his thrust and start to clench around him as your next orgasm leads your way. Your toes curls and you let out a cry as you feel your release unravel. Marc cums inside of you and you feel his familiar seed paint your walls again.

He does his usual routine and cleans you up and dresses you again in one of his shirts. A few minutes later, he calls for a pizza delivery and BAM! You two have nice cozy dinner.

Oh if you're wondering about your job. The boys got you covered, of course they paid people off and made up excuses about you absences.

All three of them need you in some way. To You, Stevan is like crazed fan, Marc is a obsessed man and Jake is possessive over you but this has not ever let your love for the three of them go away.

Such as the time he almost fought someone for simply touching you.

"Hey , watch who you touch next time." An angry Jake said as he sqaured up to a guy who started drunkenly flirting with you. He had put his hand on your shoulder and Jake has just come back from the bathroom. Now you were in between the two men, whining for Jake for to calm down and just take you home. He abliged and he fucked you for two hours thinking that was enough to get rid of that man's nasty touch.

"JAKE!" You cried out as his hips sharply shaped into yours. This was the fourth orgasm he has pulled out your body in those two hours.

"pequeño, no te preocupes que el toque del hombre se haya ido." Jake says in your ear so seductive. You pull him back into your embrace and whisper in his ear, "f-fuck me again, baby".

That's his que to ruin you again and so he does.

That's all for tonight, folks.

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