#dark x reader

[snailstrailz]

This man is a good hugger and he is full of love any questions

#digital art #art #orion and the dark #dark x reader #yes i realize i fucked up the leg flipping the canvas is for pussies/j

[medicinal-doll]

His.

Pairing:Stepdad!August walker x reader

Summary:August just can't keep his hands to himself especially when it comes to his new wife's daughter.

Warnings:Dub-con/Non-con,p in v sex,assisted masturbation,Daddy kink,Dom/sub dynamic,degrading, Ddlg themes, teasing,mind-break,pet names,hint of spanking,manipulation,graphic depictions of sex/fluids

A/N: This one is a little dark so heed the warnings

*Please don't repost without permission If you use my writing as inspiration please ask first and credit me

..........................

Smells of cheap meatloaf and roast beef soil your appetite as you're once again subjected to the cheap musings of your mother's delirious whims to appear as a capable homemaker

A smile crosses her features, distracting from the mellow putrid undertone of the meal. You gulp begrudgingly, accepting tonight as your last day on earth, as you hesitantly heap the lukewarm meatloaf onto the plastic china plate.

As you get your fill of poison, you meet eyes with your stepfather. His poker face trumps yours tenfold. The watery green beans pour onto his cheap dinnerware, and to the naked eye, he might appear content with the cooking. But as you gaze, you can see the subtle flaws of his facade: the slight furrowing of his brows, his lips pressed firmly into a tight, dull line, and the fact that he hasn't blinked since he sat down shows he shares your sentiments."

dimly lit and old worn lights give the atmosphere a yellow tinge as you feel the cotton from the torn seats torn under you.

Dingy is what one would call your dwelling but it's home nonetheless.

As the meal commences your mother decided to grace your ears with the exceedingly interesting tales of her customers from the diner.

And you might be slightly more inclined to listen and even be interested if it wasn't for the fact that she gets the same 3 regulars every time carrying on with their usual drunken shenanigans.

The low hum of the noisy air conditioner threatens to lull you to sleep you sigh trying your damnedest to appear not bored out of your mind as you twirl the fork in the stale macaroni contemplating if running away is an option for the thousandth time.

But that's when you feel something rough and clothed rub against your center

Your instincts cause you to slightly jump and close your legs at the unexpected intrusion thankfully your strange behavior goes unnoticed by your mother it looks like she's too immersed in her rant about some guy that decided to dine and dash.

The movement starts again and you try to calm yourself as it wriggles against your cotton panties.

You glance up at August as he nonchalantly scoops up a heap of meatloaf and chews it casually not giving you the time of day.

And seeing as you have two choices listen to your mother rave on about 'Homeless Pete' or indulge your step father's perverted game you choose the latter.

Steadying your breath you slowly open your legs and you swore you almost saw August crack a smirk.

The rough contact is more direct this time as he circles your entrance teasingly enough to get you worked up but not enough to truly satisfy your urges.

You glare daggers at august as you feel the sexual frustration nag at your brain and he briefly meets your eyes he stares at you coldy almost tauntingly so as if he's not blatantly prodding at you under the table.

August pops a green bean into his mouth before turning away from you engaging in your mother's conversation which he probably cares less about than you if that's even possible.

Fake laughter fills the room and you roll your eyes August notices your disdain and moves his big toe to rub up and down your clit.

You gasp lowering your head attempting to hide the creeping blush on your face from wandering eyes.

August rolls your clit in circles hastily.

As your family dinner starts coming to a close you feel your mind start to numb as you get that fuzzy feeling between your legs.

You widen your legs more shamelessly becoming addicted to the sensation.

You thought you couldn't get any more sensitive but then August slides your soaked undies to the side.

And you feel the unclothed flesh of his foot make contact with your bare clit and you swear you could pass out right then.

The rough thumb pad of his foot thumbs at your button hungrily determined to bring you to ruin before suppers over.

Your breathe starts to shudder as you can only focus on the pleasure building in your core.

"Right honey?!" Your mom beams at you for the first time since you've sat down.

You turn your flustered face in her direction but are sure not to make eye contact.

Augusts pace only quickens at you mother questioning and you feel juice from your pussy leak onto the leather of the seat.

"Y-yeah-m...mom right !"

Your mother frowns at your odd behavior "What's wrong you hot or sumthin?" She eyes you curiously.

You slowly nod your head as you feel yourself beggining to climax around Augusts foot doing your best not to look like your currently cumming your eyes out.

"Well you'll just have to go take a cold shower powers off till daddy's check comes in" she then gets up and grabs her and Augusts plate kissing him on the cheek then goes to drop them in the sink.

"Be sure to clean up, me and your dad need some alone time" she winks at him before shutting herself into the back bedroom.

You breathe out a heavy sigh still slightly spasming from the intense orgasm.you throw your head down on the kitchen table as you slowly come down from your high.

When your heart rate returns to normal you pick your head up, August being nowhere in sight. But the faint creaking of a rusty spring mattress are all the context clues you need to get up and start cleaning the kitchen after that nightmare dinner.

You almost fall on your ass when you leave your chair but regain your composure as you run the dishes under the hot water of the sink. losing yourself in its comfort and reminiscing about your latest encounter with Mr.Walker.

............

You're on your belly in the back bedroom and thankfully your mother is currently not occupying the space. Don't worry you made sure to move the sin stained blankets.

You're re-reading a book you "borrowed" from the local library lost in your own world when you hear your mother shout.

"I'm goin for cigarettes!!" Her scream pierces your ears as another unintentional eye roll consumes you.

It's not soon after that you feel cold rough hands brush against the meat of your flesh. you gulp nervously trying to ignore the ever increasing touches.

He got here faster than usual.it's no surprise your mothers whale noises aren't enough to satiate his hunger and as you've come to acknowledge there's only one girl who truly gets him off in all the wrong ways.

Needy caresses grip your thighs. You attempt to shrug them off by burying your head in your book but that gets more difficult to ignore as gentle touches turn into that of pure carnal lust.

August roughly massaging the fat of your butt in slow circles. each cheek being toyed by one of his big veiny hands as he pries them apart and squishes them back together. loving the feeling of opening and closing his prize.

Still you try to remain unfazed knowing that any hint of what he's doing has an effect on you will only edge him on further.

Walker places sloppy kisses along your bum lowly grunting in satisfaction. Somehow you manage to focus most of your attention on the writing and not walkers highly inappropriate advances. And all is well, that is until walker sinks his head face first in between your legs bumping his Grecian nose against your wet heat repeatedly. You squeak and shoot up taken aback by the sudden invasion.

'Walker!" You say throwing your stuffie Mr.snuggles at him.

He just chuckles at you "Didn't I say you can call me August?"

He slowly slides up next to you smelling of light cologne and aftershave you shift uncomfortably wondering why he would want to to be shackled with you and your hobo mom in a dingy trailer.

You turn away not wanting to give him the reaction he wants "She doesn't like it when I call you that Mr.Walker......." August tilts your head to face him "Well she's not here now is she" his eyes are dark and filled with salacious desires as he takes in your form with his eyes before searching yours luring you to him.

he smirks at the blush beginning to stain your cheeks brushing a light hair away from your face "It's okay bunny..." he says in a dark whisper lowering his head "there's something else I'd rather you call me anyway..."

Your noses nudge one another as he nears your face you being utterly helpless to stop hi-

"What kinda place doesn't sell fuckin cigarettes!!"

As if on instinct you both immediately tear away from one another.

"August drive me downtown this shit hole gas station ran out" your mother yells from the front of the trailer.

Walker sighs in deep sexual frustration at the unexpected interruption.Then reluctantly removing himself from his place beside you, swiping his keys from the dresser before eyeing you one last time with a tinge of something unfamiliar then leaving.

.....................

Crickets chirp obnoxiously as nightfall descends upon the shabby trailer park. Your mother's cigarette smoke fills the air as you brush your teeth preparing for bed.

"Tell me when your father gets home" she mutters as she passes the bathroom not sparing you a glance as she shuts herself in the back bedroom.

After washing up you climb the ladder onto your bed which is a small ledge that rests above the driver and passenger seat it's not much but it's yours. You make yourself comfortable before resting your head and mind stirring from the events from the day and you try to ignore the fact that most of your thoughts linger on him..... and his unsolicited affection.

............

Groggily your eyes begin to peer open still unadjusted to the newfound darkness you sigh deeply as you start to come to. Brain slowly regaining it's consciousness, but there's something that feels weird though. What's that feeling betwee-Ah!

You involuntary yelp at whatever just swiped over your clit. If you weren't aware before you sure are now. You desperately try to wriggle away from whatever's causing it but big strong hands pull you back to the source and you pause. You struggle at the sense of familiarity to the situation. Whimpering softly into the pillow as August's hot salivated tongue runs itself over your most intimate and sensitive parts repeatedly.

You hate yourself for your pussy clenching around nothing. And you hate your body for this betrayal too as your womb practically begs to be fertilized by his spawn. You try to keep yourself quiet and hold it all together but August spreads your delicate petals and drives his big tongue deep into your hole.

You scream into the pillow, it not doing much justice to muffle your strangled cries of pleasure. Your outburst of course only spurs August on further as he writhes his tongue deep against your walls intent to make you lose your mind. You harshly grip on to the sheets stuffies anything to channel your energy into something that's not the multiple orgasms racking through your tummy as you coat Augusts lips in the slick nectar of your shame.

After a few more torturous strokes August has mercy on your puffy pussy and let's go of your legs. You sloppily shuffle away from him, still weak and mind extra vulnerable from the intense orgasm.

You sit up sniffling giving him the angriest expression you can muster up. But in reality it's just the cutest little grumpy pout. You meet August's eyes. His face caked in darkness and mind up to no good. it's only when your eyes drift further you see it.

Red-hot and angry 8 inch dick. So hard it slaps against the skin of his belly. Precum leaks out the tip like a broken faucet. It must be so hard it hurts. His tip twitches, seemingly getting more swollen with every lap his eyes take around your plush body.

Your eyes widen, your furious facade broken as you whine out in fear "G-go away August!-"  You stutter gripping your stuffie for dear life as it's your only defense from that monster of a cock threatening to pierce your soft guts.

August tilts his head at you. Eyeing you up like prey before focusing his gaze on the stuffie that's covering your private parts. And from the slight furrowing of his brow something tells you he isn't too keen on having his view blocked. August violently drags you by your ankle pulling your body to him. You feebly attempt to push him off as he climbs on top you.

You both fight for dominance though you can see there's a clear winner. August dodges your attempts to kick and throw him off as he manhandles your body till you're on your flat stomach.

August holds your wrists firmly above your head as he starts to peel your clothes off leaving a kisses over every area he finds. You sniffle quietly trying not to choke on your sobs as you plead with the relentless demon. "August! please-" you cry as he kisses along the sides of your ribcage "don't do this... you know how I get when you fuck me!" you struggle against him but he's not budging. Panic starts to set in when he ropes a finger around your lacy pink panties.

"August no! don't- you'll ruin me!!" you push against him putting the reserves of your strength into resisting him.

True fear starts to set in as your panties are torn from your butt completely at the mercy of Augusts sadistic wills. August snakes a hand around your hip pulling your bottom up then pressing your head down with the other. Your tears stain the pillow you mutter the word "no" under your breath like a mantra. it being the only defense you have left, but when you feel August's flared tip press against your heat you whimper pathetically at your weakness.

You feel August breach your wet little pussy painfully slow and a small squeak leaves your tender lips as his grip involuntarily tightens around your waist as your pussy desperately tries to suck him in and push him out all at once you whine shamefully as August plunges his fat cock deep inside your needy hole.

"F-fuck baby you're so tight" August grunts painfully against your ear every gasp and groan of his eliciting more of your sweet slick to drench his cock. Your body on the edge of an orgasm from just the stretch alone.

"August..please-" you say barely above a whisper as your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you feel him fully sheath inside of you.His throbbing cock tip knocking against your womb.

"Fuck baby-" August breathes out sighing heavily before kissing you on the sides of your temple "you take your daddy so fucking well princess" you whimper at his words sobbing internally.

"t-take it out" you pout.

August laughs darkly "Mmn..Sorry baby not yet daddy's not done with his pussy"

"It's not you- Ah!"

August removes his hand from your head and places it on the other side of your hip he pulls his cock out before thrusting it back all the way in roughly grinding his dick into every ring of your sensitive pussy.

A silent scream overwhelms you. Your body not yet fully able to process the amount of pleasure shooting up from your core. When August picks up his pace you can't stop the whimpers and whines that leave your mouth as August uses your pussy like a fleshlight.

"Aug-Ahh!! August No! Moms gonna hear it!-" you voice your complaints to him through a series of pleasurable cries and broken moans.

Little do you know August made sure to spike your mother's nightly cocktail so she won't be hearing much of anything but you don't need to know that.

"Oh no baby what would your mommy think of you fucking her husband hmm" he teases you cruelly slapping you on your ass as you yelp out.Then bending down to your ear the low tamber of his voice only adding to the wetness leaking from your pussy.

"I don't think she would like that very much dolly" he teases.

"Knowing her daughters such a slut for her step daddy"

You shake your head no furiously trying to convince yourself more than him.

"Aw look baby you can't stop cumming around me writhing those little hips and crying trying to make me feel bad"

"You're milking me dry honey look"

August grabs you leg and hoistes it in the air your exposed pussy stuffed with his cock completely on display "No! M'not...." You shut your eyes not daring to look at where you two are connected until A rough hand grabs a hold of your jaw. August forcing your head right where he wants your attention.

"Look at it baby, look at how pretty you are wrapped around your daddy" you close your eyes and shake your head still defiant but that wavers when August starts kissing your cheek and whispering sweet nothings in your ear. it's his scent and the feel of his meaty thighs smacking against your delicate ones. the subtle tickle of his mustache every time he kisses you.

"Come on pretty girl open up for me" He says in a deceivingly sultry tone.

ever so slowly you open your eyes. And as your pupils start to dilate from the erotic sight August knows you're all his.

August's hips, balls, and cock slap up against your dripping pussy all at once in a sinful unison. You whine losing a bit of your psyche every time his dick roughly pounds into that deep spot inside you.

But it's only when you get that tickly feeling in your core do you truly start to lose yourself. "Daddy-!....please.." you whine out pathetically his cock thrusting in and out of you. It being the only thing on your mind.

"No!August!! m'gonna cum-....stop it!!" August looks down at you with glazed over eyes fully possessed by lust you watch in horror as he licks a small strip up his thumb before placing it on your sensitive swollen little clit.

"Daddy No! Don't you'll break me!!" August relentlessly fucks into your flesh pussy intent on making you cum all over him rubbing your clit in dizzying hasty circles.

"F-Fuck!!ah-Ah!Daddy!!!!" You feel a foreign liquid leak from your vagina. Drenching you and August in the mystery liquid "Oh fuck baby is that all for me" he coos

Your face is red and blushed as you nod absentmindedly.

"Aw don't be shy princess give it to daddy" He teases.

"let daddy use his perfect little pocket pussy hm"

You're in a daze looking at him, far too cock drunk to say anything but the word yes.

"Make me cum lots okay baby"

You nod once again as you bounce on his dick his thrusts turning sloppy but more aggressive. As he nears his orgasm you turn into a bundle of rambles.

"Please fuck me daddy- " knock me up please! breed my little bitch hole up...."

August stares daggers into your soul as you feel him twitch inside of you with every word that spills from your lips.

"Mmm F-Fuck daddy! don't stop I'll do anything just please don't stop- S-shit"

"Look at me-" August moans, his mind just as gone as yours is if not more.

"Tell me whose pussy it is" his commanding tone sending shivers through your body.

You give him and adorable pout "it's your pu-Ah!" He smacks your ass it leaving a red hand print.

"You know what I want to hear dolly"

I-its..daddy's.. Puss-Ah!!"

Another harsh smack.

"Louder!"

"It's Daddy's pussy!!!"you cry out cumming on him all over again.

August grunts get low as he pushes your leg back down. Bracing you with both hands dug into your soft love handles and belly.

August thrusts into your pussy like there's not even a person attached to it. Dead set on making himself cum, coating every inch of your walls in hot spunk.

August thrusts his dick rapidly against your sensitive spot as your head drops to the pillow losing control of your limbs. The only thing left of you being that single mantra that runs in your mind and through your lips over and over as August sates himself with your broken body.

"Daddys..pusssy..d-addys..pusssy..dadddy..pusssy

daddyss-ah!mhn..."

August cums in the deepest part of you. Hot milk flooding into every crevice of your sore pussy.  Heavy breathes and pants fill the space as his heartbeat slows.

Your legs are shaking.Not that you notice but August does. He scoops up your trembling form like you're made of glass. Like he's not the reason you can't form one coherent thought.

"Come here dolly it's okay I know daddy's here I got you" he coos.

You sink into his warmth, sweat glistening his chest. your mind thoroughly stirred but his scent and presence calms you.

August places the sweetest tender kiss against your lips and the rest of the world ceases to exist. All you know is that he broke you, but then cradled you like you were the only thing left in the world. whatever happens from now on doesn't matter and frankly you don't give a shit.

As long as your his.

August's special little dolly.

#august walker smut #august walker x reader #dark!henry cavill #henry cavill smut #henry cavill x reader #dark x reader

[angelsyd]

Lurker | jjk

masterlist

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

genre: college student!reader x stalker!jungkook, dark, angst, bsf!jungkook x reader, light smut, slight Taehyung x reader,

summary: jungkook has been your best friend since your first year of college. Things begin to turn weird when you start to feel eyes behind your back whenever he's not around.

word count: 3k

warnings: stalking, mature themes, blood, manipulation, cursing, death, knifes, entitlement,

notes: it's here! it's my first time writing something like this, so i hope you guys enjoy <3

______

You're sitting on your couch attempting to study for an upcoming math exam when you get a call from your best friend, Jeon Jungkook. You both met in your freshman year of college because you happened to sit next to him during class and he joined you for lunch in the dining hall.  Ever since then, you've been inseparable. 

“Hey, are you busy?” Jungkook chirped through the phone. 

“Unfortunately” you huffed. “I have this stupid algebra test next week that I need to study for”

“Just wing it like I always do, it works for me” he chuckled at your misery. 

“Unlike you Jeon, I actually need good grades” you match his playful condescending tone. 

You heard the creak of his bed as he got up. “Well, whatever, I'm coming over,” he announced, then hung up the call.   

Even though you were supposed to be doing your schoolwork, you couldn't help but smile at the fact that he was coming over to see you. You could use some time away from your computer and useless assignments. You lift yourself off the couch into the kitchen to go grab some snacks for when he gets here.

You and Jungkook are lying on the couch with your legs over his lap. You trace your forefinger over the outline of his tattoos while you watch the second season of The Summer I Turned Pretty. 

“Seriously, who the fuck names their kid Belly?”

You smack him over the head with a pillow. “It's short for Isabel!” 

“Then just call her that!” he laughed. 

You guys begin to settle down and continue watching when your phone buzzes from your back pocket. You reach down and open a text from Tae, the guy you met on campus a couple weeks ago. He was a really attractive guy, almost majestic looking, with curled brown locks that contrasted Jungkook's sleek raven mane. 

Tae messaged you asking if you were free this Friday because he wanted to take you to a new kbbq restaurant down the street. As you start typing a reply, you see Jungkook take notice and lean towards the screen.

He reads the message and quirks up a questioning eyebrow. “Who's that?” 

You can sense a strong worry sensation coming off from him. He's always been pretty protective of you and around guys who show interest. But you think it's due to him seeing you as the little sister he's never had. And it warmed your heart to think that he felt that way.

“Oh him? We met weeks ago and we started talking pretty soon after that” You smiled thinking about it. 

“Cool” Jungkook replied dryly. He turned back toward the tv with a blank expression plastered on his face. 

You wanted to console and reassure him that Taehyung was a really sweet guy who treats you like a princess, even though we're not even officially dating yet. But you decide otherwise and continue watching Belly fuck up for the millionth time. 

Midnight comes and it's time for Jungkook to return home. His mood seemed to get progressively better as the night went on and he started talking to you like normal again.

“I wish I could spend the night, but I got class in the morning” He frowns standing in the doorway.

“Don't worry about it Jeon, get some sleep” you say, patting his cheek in a caring jest.

You both bid your goodnights and you began cleaning up the mess of blankets and cushions on the couch. You pick up all the stray popcorn that landed on the couch during your fits of laughter and tickle fights initiated by Jungkook. You made your way over to the kitchen sink to wash the dishes, attempting to scrub the butter off the clear bowl. 

clink

The quietness of your apartment made the sound seem ten times louder. You turn around from the sink and peer around the room. You didn't see anything out of the ordinary so you return to cleaning, wiping down the countertops. 

clink clink

You turned your head sharply towards the noise again. It was coming from the screen door. You silently cursed yourself for deciding to live on the first floor. As you continued staring at the door, for some unknown reason you felt a big wave of fear come over your body, as if you were being watched. 

You didn't know why you felt this way, It could just be a street cat looking for food. You didn't see a cat anywhere. Before you could hear another strange noise, you bolt for your bedroom and lock the door behind you. You stood there against the door, your chest heaving.

You pull out your phone and start frantically texting Jungkook.

‘Are you still here? There's someone at my door and I'm freaking out’

‘hello? please answer’

‘jungkook?’

Delivered. It's been an hour of you confined in the closet of your room and he still hasn't replied to your message. He couldn't have walked home and fell asleep that fast. You haven't heard any other weird sounds since earlier, so you decided to stop being a baby and emerge from the closet. 

It was already extremely late so you took a shower and then lay on your bed after you made sure the windows were locked. 

The next morning, you're walking home from your last class of the day on a Facetime call with Jungkook. He always makes sure to keep an eye on you whenever you're walking alone. 

“Hey did you get my text last night?” you questioned him. You saw that he read your text when you woke up but he never replied, he just brushed over it and sent his usual good morning text.

“Oh” He hesitated a little bit “I meant to ask you about it but I forgot”

“You could've just been hearing things you know, you were just tired,” Jungkook added.

You sighed into the phone thinking about the events last night. Maybe he was right, you might have just been tired and imagined a bump in the dark to be a bigger deal than it really was. A small part of you still felt afraid of someone trying to break in at night. It's especially scary considering you live alone.

“You're probably right” you bit your lip in thought “do you think you could stay with me tonight? Just to be safe?” 

“Ye-yeah of course” You could practically see his eyes light up through the phone. You hung up the call as soon as you reached your apartment. 

Later that night, you and Jungkook are sitting at the kitchen counter working on homework. He's hyper-focused on his computer screen, trying to finish his assignment before the midnight deadline. 

You take advantage of the fact that he's not paying attention to admire him. His sleeves are rolled up, exposing the muscle tone of his forearms. A round pair of glasses sat on the tip of his nose, making his usual strong appearance seem more soft. 

He was a very good-looking man, the kind of bad boy type that everyone is drawn to at least once in their life. Everyone else you knew anticipated you two would eventually end up together. You couldn't deny ever having slight feelings for the boy, it has crossed your mind a few times.

“Finally“ Jungkook taps the enter key loudly and slides his hands down his face.

You laughed at his gesture and closed both of your computers, sliding them further down the counter.  He sat back relaxing his body in the chair. 

“Can I use your bathroom? I've been holding it in this whole time” He asks with some humor in the last sentence. 

“You know you don't need to ask” You giggle at his question. 

“Hey I'm being polite” He lifts his arms up in defense and walks out of the kitchen, making his way to the washroom.  

You pull out your phone and text Tae. He confirms that he’ll be at your place by six tomorrow afternoon to pick you up. You squirm around in excitement. It was nice to be able to go out with someone after what felt like decades of being single. 

Your fingers type away in a playful conversation with your upcoming date. The thin hairs on the nape of your neck begin to stick up. A sensation you remember all too well. 

 You held a tight grip around the phone. As if it were the stuffed animal you held as a child, protecting you from the dark. You didn't want to turn around and face who, or what could be behind you. 

As you frantically peer around the room, you notice that the hanging mirror in the living room is visible from where you're sitting. You squint in its direction to get a better look at the door less than a foot away from your back. 

For a second you see nothing but darkness. Then a hasty hand places itself against the glass, slowly sliding down. Your whole body shivers with fear at the sight. You let out a horrified scream and ran out of your seat and into the living room. 

You whip your head back towards the screen door, but the person was gone. You stood there breathing heavily, your hair was sticking to your cheekbones from the cold sweat. Once you stood long enough to ensure they weren't coming back, you rushed towards the bathroom door. 

Before you made it, Jungkook was already halfway down the hall. 

“We need to call the police!!” you grab both his arms in a death grip “It happened again!” 

“What do you mean? What happened?” he asked with the most puzzled look on his face. You paused at his reaction. How did he not hear?

“Jungkook, the weird noises? They're back, i-i saw hand and everything” You try to remind him. You searched his eyes trying to look for some fear or an ounce of belief in you. He placed both of his palms cupping your cheeks. His touch felt cold, it made you flinch a little. 

“y/n listen, I didn't see or hear anything” he spoke. “I think you're just imagining things” He was speaking to you as if you were a child. You knew what you saw, but his calm demeanor threatened to make you second guess. 

“Come here let me prove it to you” He led you by your hand through the kitchen and up to the window. He unlocked the door and slid it open. You stood there biting your lower lip nervously. He walked out and looked around. ‘Nothing’ he mouthed to you. 

He gestured for you to follow him outside. You hesitated at first, but then you decided not to make a fool of yourself anymore and stepped out. 

“That wasn't so bad huh?” Jungkook smiled lovingly at you. You tried to match his smile, but you were still a bit nervous on the inside. 

“Wait look” he points ahead in the dark. You turn your head quickly, searching for a figure in the darkness. You felt a pair of strong hands slither their way up your back and to your shoulders.

“BOO” Jungkook yelled in your ear. You scream and stumble onto the floor, hurting your ass. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” you yell at him. He’s bent over laughing uncontrollably, tears in his eyes. After a minute he walks over to you and offers his hand. You take it and he pulls you up to him. 

“I'm sorry I had to” he chuckles with a little guilt mixed in. You huff and walk back into the apartment, leaving him behind. 

The dress you wore hugged your body beautifully, the satin fabric wrapped around your curves in a sexy but classy way. You didn't want to reveal too much so soon. You thought you looked gorgeous, and you assumed Tae did too by the way he kept glancing at you in the passenger seat. 

When you arrived, he got out of his seat and opened your door like a gentleman. You could tell he was trying to make a good impression. You both walked side by side into the restaurant. it was a lot fancier than you imagined, you were glad because you looked extremely polished up. 

The waiter sat you guys at a small table in the corner. Tae ordered a round of drinks for both of you, and you appreciated the dominant move. 

“I'm glad you came” Tae smiled at you “you look amazing.” His comment made you blush and look down. You returned the compliment and you two made small talk for the next hour. 

You felt your phone buzz next to you. You didn't want to be rude so you looked up at Tae, he nodded in approval and took a sip of his drink. It was a message from Jungkook. You texted him your location earlier to be safe, ‘just in case your date was a cold-blooded murder’ as he put it. So he was probably just checking up on you.

He asked if you were leaving soon and you replied that you were leaving soon and that Tae is staying over at your place for a while. Jungkook read the message quickly but he didn't respond. A little later, Tae paid the bill and drove you back to your place. 

Both of you were sprawled out on the couch in a heated makeout session. You didn't know what started it, maybe it was the three margaritas, or maybe it was the low-lidded look on his face. But right now you didn't care about that. 

Tae's hands glided over your body, leaving nothing untouched. You sucked in a sharp breath every time he inched closer to your heat, you were desperate for him to touch you there but he only teased you. He smirked at your breathless whimpers and kept kissing you.

“We should move to the bed” You whispered in his ear. He nodded and lifted you up by your thighs, you let out a surprised squeal that only seemed to turn him on more. He placed you gently on the bed and started lifting up your dress.

You help him and lift it up slowly, teasing him like he did to you. You throw the dress across the room leaving you in your matching set. Maybe you lied about not wanting to reveal much, you didn't wear your best lingerie for nothing. 

Tae climbed onto the bed, he placed kisses trailing from your covered heat to your breast until he was hovering straight over you. He placed wet kisses on your neck and collarbone. You peered around the room, your vision blurring in pleasure. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you see a shadow in the window. You shut your eyes, trying to get back into what's happening with the man above you. You couldn't help but look again, and what you saw made you jump. 

A man with a hammer smashed into the window, glass shards flying everywhere. You scream at the site, crawling backward on the bed. Tae gasped sharply and looked around the room frantically for a weapon. He settled for the lamp on your nightstand and stood up. 

The man swiftly jumped through the window, landing on the glass. The moonlight shined on his face, revealing his identity. 

Jungkook.

Your breath hitched. Tears streamed down your eyes. You screamed his name but he didn't acknowledge you, he was looking at Tae.

In one swift motion, Jungkook lunges at him. They both fell to the floor in a mess of throwing fists. The awful sounds of hands meeting bone fill your ears. You quickly come to your senses and search for your phone in the bedsheets. 

You press the emergency service button and wait with shaky palms for someone to pick up. You didn't see Jungkook make his way over and snatch the phone, throwing it across the room. 

He yanked you by the hair, dragging you to the floor. The pain in your scalp inhibited you from hearing what he was saying, all you heard was a loud scream. He dropped you and held the back of his leg. Blood was gushing all over the floor. 

You turned and saw Tae on the floor, glass shard in hand. His face was swollen and red from Jungkook's punches earlier. You wanted to reach out and comfort him, but you thought better than it.

Jungkook turned towards the man on the ground, eyes beaming with anger. He searches the ground and picks up the hammer, bludgeoning Tae with it. 

“STOP!” You scream. You choked on your sobs, barely able to breathe. 

You pull your knees to your chest and cover your eyes with your arms, trying to drown out Tae’s pleas for mercy. You sat in that position for what felt like an eternity until the noises stopped.  A moment later you felt familiar arms wrap around your body. 

“Shhh it's okay” He whispered in your ear “I'm here with you.” 

The calmness of his voice disturbed you. How could he do this? The man you knew for the past year is no longer here, instead, it was a monster. A cold-blooded killer. 

He lifted your chin to face him. You felt warm liquid smear from his fingers and onto your skin, it sent shivers down your spine. Jungkook gazed at you with the loving look from before. He leaned down and placed a firm kiss on your lips. 

“I've always loved you, since the beginning” He spoke against your lips “I'm the one who deserves you."

You hesitated a moment before playing along. 

“I love you too, Jungkook”  

You reached behind and grabbed a large glass shard. When you secure the weapon firmly in your palm, you lift it up in a swift motion and spear Jungkook in the chest. 

He gasps and claws at the piece stuck in his torso. You shove him flat to the ground and rush towards Tae's body. 

You hold his limp figure in your arms, more tears streaming down your cheeks. You thought back to all the weird events from before. It was him this whole time. The shadows in the dark, the feeling of being watched. It was all Jungkook. 

You held Tae tighter, whispering apologies he'll never hear. You stayed like that until the sound of police sirens filled your ears. 

#jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook x reader #fanfiction #fanfic #taehyun x reader #taehyung #jjk x reader #x reader #reader insert #kinktober #spooktober #dark x reader #dark #bts x reader #bts #bts jungkook #jungkook oneshot #taehyung smut #taehyung oneshot #jungkook fanfic #taehyung fanfic #jungkook scenarios #bangtan scenario #bts one shot #bts fanfic #bangtan x reader #bangtan x you #x you

[winniethewife]

I'm getting what is mine (William Tell x F!Reader)

Warnings: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT.  Kidnapping, Sensory deprivation, Non-con, Stockholm syndrome, Drugged, PinV, Fembodied, Oral sex, Bondage, unprotected sex, toxic relationship, Fake Death

Minors DNI

For @romana-after-dark 's Dead Dove Do Not Eat December.

Words: 1162

Just call my name, I'm yours to tame…

I'm wide awake, I crave your taste

All night long 'til morning comes

I'm getting what is mine, you gon' get yours,

It was Dark, Silent, and the gag in her mouth made chafed slightly at the sides of her mouth. The blindfold around her eyes was secured tight as were her hands, tied together behind her back. She had noise cancling headphones over her ears. Whoever had done this know what he was doing. From what little she could tell she was on a bed, the sheets weren’t every comfortable. She had no idea how long she’d been sitting there, clad only her bra and underwear, the cold air of the room on her skin. Suddenly she feels a hand on her shoulder, she flinches at the touch. It’s oddly gentle, the rough calloused hand caressing her shoulder, then down her arm, lifting her hand, Pressing lips on her fingers and slowly but surely up her arm. A chill runs up her spine, she’s not sure what she’s meant to do, such gentle actions in a situation that was far from gentle. She lets out a soft involuntary whimper, this causes William pause. 

This was something he had fantasized about for a long time. Just taking what he wanted, it had seemed so easy when he had started talking to her at the bar of the casino, when he bought her a drink and slipped the tasteless powder in her drink, when he got her back to his motel room where she was out cold. But it seemed a little harder watching her over night. He hadn’t tried anything yet, showing restraint, just sleeping next to her unconscious body, after making sure she couldn’t get away of course. In the morning when she started to wake, he positioned her on her knees, then watching her squirm and twitch in fear, until finally… he was ready. But that soft innocent sound, that was what made this just slightly harder.

“I’m not going to hurt you…” He says softly, knowing she can’t hear him, he wonders if he’s saying it to reassure her or keep himself accountable.  He doesn’t think about it very long before moving to lay her down, his mouth moving along her body, his fingers curls under the elastic of her underwear, pulling them down gently. She lets out a sob, terrified. For her every touch was so intense. Every single time his lips made contact with her skin, every move he made, when he pushes her legs to the side, when he trusted into her…It was all so much, too much. Tears soaking the blind fold as she cries out, terrified of every second, terrified of her own bodies reaction, terrified of what will happen next.

~

Two days pass, William does everything to take care of her, something she doesn’t expect. He makes sure all her needs are taken care of, but he doesn’t ever take off any of the sensory deprivation devices, just the gag. She has barley spoken a word, just letting him know when she needed to use to the bathroom or she was done eating or something similar. But that morning when she woke up, she realized she could hear the soft breathing of the sleeping man who held her tight. She gasped slightly as he pulls her in closer. His mouth on her earlobe.

“Hello Beautiful.” He whispers in her ear then bites down softly on the helix of her ear. The voice, it calls back the image, the handsome man at the bar with the slicked back hair, and a handsome face. 

“William.” She is shocked, her whole body freezes. It’s all starting to come together now. William kisses her neck and hums softly.

“Yes...God you’re so pretty baby. And you’re mine.” He growls in her ear, pulling her in close, thrusting his hips into hers, she feels his cock against her. A soft moan escapes her lips. She feels instant shame as she does so. William huffed into her shoulder, moving his hips into hers, snaking his arm down to her cunt, running his fingers through her wet folds, drawing more soft moans from her. She doesn’t know what to feel as he moves her body, parting her legs and finding his way with his mouth to her heat. Running his tongue along her slit his thumb rubbing circles on her Clit.

“No, No, No, Please, Please…Ngh.” She tried to move away, tried to make an effort, but he easily held her down as he moved to pin her. “I said you’re mine.”

~

This became her life after that. She was his, and that was her only reason to exist. She loses track of the time she’d been in this one motel room, but slowly she earns the ability to see, to be untied, to do things on her own. Over time she doesn’t even think about her life before, this was her life now, and at some point she hardly recognized herself. She was waiting for William to return after one of the now rare occasions that he left. As He came in the door she stood up from the bed, excited to see him. Like a dog who’s master had been gone all day.

“Hey, look at you, so pretty for me.” He says as he looks over her, she’s wearing one of the outfits he bought her, they don’t cover much, but he likes it that way. He wraps an arm around her and pulls her in to kiss her cheek, then deeply inhales her scent, burying his face in her neck. He nips at the sensitive skin under her jaw. She lets out a soft mewl as he does so. “Mmm…That’s it…Who do you belong to?”

“You, William…Only you.” She answers. Her hands wrap around his shoulders as he growls in appreciation.

“That’s right baby…You’re mine.” His voice is low as he presses his tongue on one of the Hickeys on her neck, a physical reminder of his ownership. After a moment of appreciating his prize he pulls away and looks into her eyes. “You’re ready, sweetheart. We’re hitting the road tonight babe, just you and me, gonna show the world who you belong to now.” He smiles softly, an unusual look for him. She smiles back.

“I’d follow you anywhere, Darling.” She whispers, she means it. She would follow him to the ends of the earth.  She was entirely enraptured by him, not even a thought of what he had done, how she got in this position in the first place. None of it mattered.

“That’s my girl…” His lips meet hers and they move together in sync. He got exactly what he wanted, and all it took was a little persuasion, a bit of patience, and convincing the entire town that this girl…was dead. Now she was his, and his alone. They would leave in the morning around 10, when everyone who knew her buried another woman’s body.

And she was none the wiser, her mind, body and soul were devoted to him, and him alone. ~

Masterlist

#william tell #william tell x reader #the card counter #oscar isaac #oscar isaac smut #Dark William Tell #dark smut #dark x reader #x reader #tw rape #tw abduction #tw kidnapping #sensory deprivation #tw gagging #tw drugs #tw noncon #dead dove do not eat #dead dove fic #dddne #deaddovedecemeber2023 #fake death #yandere #Spotify

[anna99blog]

So, who all wants to see me do some Dark x Reader from the movie Orion and the Dark? Could be romantic, could be platonic, who knows what I'll write. I might either wait until the movie is released (very soon) or just jump right on into it me thinks. We shall wait and see what happens

#orion and the dark #dark x reader #DreamWorks Animation #Netflix #my thoughts

[thisisarcanereverie]

Cutting Ties (Dark! Moon Knight x Reader) Part 2

A/N: This is Part 2 of a 3 Part fic. (Here is Part 1!) This is also a dark fic so please DNI Minors and others. (I got a little carried away with this idea Anon so thank you for the suggestion)

Now if you can interact or want to, please do! Like, reblog, reply!

DISCLAIMERS/WARNINGS: kidnapping, angst (like a ridiculous amount of it), light cursing, I've never been to London or England in general so I'm going based off of what I've seen, English is my first language I just suck at it. 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?

For as long as you could remember you were not your own. Your name, your face, your mind, your body, even your own autonomy was not your own. It had always belonged to Dreykov and to his Red Room. Then, suddenly, the very color that controlled you, freed you. The red powder burned your eyes for a moment before suddenly it felt like you could breathe again. 

It was strange how one’s life can completely turn on its head in a matter of moments. 

One moment you were another Widow, easily expendable and replaced and the next you were…new. At least that’s what it felt like, you no longer existed at the whim of another. You weren’t a chess piece on the board, you were now a player. 

You remembered the day the Red Room fell as the best day of your life. 

There were so many things you could do, there were so many possibilities. 

You just weren’t prepared for the reality of it. 

That despite the mind control and the lack of autonomy, you still hurt people, at the end of the day it was your finger that pulled the trigger. You would wake in the middle of the night still haunted by those faces with a red mark between their eyes. It felt like you couldn’t escape from the Red Room you concocted in your mind, that no matter how hard you tried you will always be a Widow. So instead of fighting it, you gave in. 

You had offers, from SHIELD to Tony Stark himself. Which surprised you, but in the end you decided you didn’t want the spotlight on you and were a merc for a while. It was gritty, but it was work you knew well. You thought you could do it but the first time you were ordered to kill you couldn’t. They were innocent, they were just there at the wrong time. So you killed your boss instead, grabbed what you could, and left. You made enemies that day, one that would love to see your head gifted to them on a silver plate. 

You called Natasha after that, you weren’t sure what else to do. You didn’t know anyone else, you were completely alone. She gave you this guy's number, said that he would help you disappear and with whatever else you may need. You could feel her wink on the other end of the phone as you wrote down his information. 

Since then you’ve been running, changing addresses and identities every couple of years to stay ahead of people who may want you dead. Her friend would give you new identities and you would exchange with money that you earned at jobs you would work. For a while you were content with being alone, working everyday and coming back to your place to eat food you previously were never able to eat and watching tv. Then you met Steven Grant, Marc Spector, and Jake Lockley. Then suddenly you realized how gray your life had become, how long you had merely survived and what living actually meant—even if you were merely living a lie. All at once you were no longer alone, someone held you at night and kissed your blood-soaked hands. 

For the first time in your life…you felt clean. 

But that had all been a delusion. 

/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////

You woke up in pain, your head throbbed and your limbs felt weighted down, as though someone had thrown two weighted blankets on top of you. You willed your eyes to open and was greeted with an unfamiliar ceiling. You squinted your eyes as you looked toward the open window, watched as the powder blue curtains danced gently as the breeze blew in. You weren’t sure how long you’ve been asleep, last time you remember it was nighttime and….

Rain

Pinching

Jake.

You took a sharp breath in and shot up from the bed as your hand went to the side of your neck, Jake had drugged you–and from the look of things–abducted you as well. Why would he do this? Did he act alone or did Steven and Marc help him? All these questions swarmed your mind but one question stood out. 

Have you been blind?

You shakily made your way to the open window, sure enough it was morning, and sure enough you weren’t in London. As far as you could tell you could be miles away from the nearest village let alone London. How long had they been planning this? To already have a second place squared away, ready, were you the first to be here or the latest addition. 

“You’re up.” 

You swerved your head as you looked beside you, your skin crawled and blood turned into ice as you looked at him. Upright posture, hair a little less unkempt, and a twinge of a chicago accent dripped in his voice. 

Marc. 

You opened your mouth to speak only for a small, pathetic squeak to sound instead of words. Your hand reached for your throat and realized for the first time how absolutely parched you were. Like you hadn’t had any water in days. 

“Here,” he handed you a glass of water which you greedily accepted, you didn’t bother breathing as you chugged the glass he gave. After the soreness in your throat subsided a little and hummed to warm up vocal cords that had not been used in a while. You put the glass on the window sill  and looked  at him and at the tray he was previously holding. Turkey Bacon and Eggs, it was Marc's favorite breakfast, one he had made you dozens of times whenever he was sorry for something. 

You were silent as you looked at him further, he wore sweatpants and a t- shirt, both clearly slept in. The tan of his skin glowed in the morning light and it looked like he ran his fingers through his dark curls once or twice. There was something unsettling about him though, one that made the hair on the back of your neck stand, something that wasn’t there before. 

Those eyes. 

You flinch a little as he raises a hand, only for him to retract it. 

“Sorry,” he apologized, his voice uncharacteristically small. You debated on what to say, what was there to say? You had so many questions and yet you could not speak. You weren’t even sure if you were just dreaming, it almost seems like a dream. A house far away from everything and everyone, and your boys were right there with you bringing you breakfast in bed. You were partially worried that you would wake up and find yourself sleeping in a plane seat millions of miles away from them, but the other part of you worried that you would never wake up. 

“How long?” you finally spoke, voice still hoarse. A moment of silence fell before he answered. 

“I can’t tell you.” Marc says lowering his eyes, something he does when he has something to hide. 

“Did Steven or Jake tell you that,” You fidgeted with the sleeve of your shirt.

“Neither.” 

“You have to let me go,” You finally said, voice getting a little less hoarse the more you speak. “Please.” 

“Stop,” He said looking at you finally with a hard look in his eyes, “Stop saying you have to leave. You don’t need to leave.”  

“Yes I do,” you emphasized, you held his face in order to hold his gaze, “there are a lot of things you don’t know about me, things that I’ve lied about. That person you fell in love with isn’t me, I’ve done horrible things-” 

“I know-” 

“No you don’t.” 

“Yes,” he said, grabbing your wrist with an intense look in his eyes, “I do.” 

It was like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water on you and stuck a fork in an outlet all at the same time. There was no way he could know, at least, not everything. 

“I know that you used to be a Black Widow,” he said, taking a step towards you, the grip on your wrist tightening, “you’ve killed, lied, and stole from many people including me.” his nose brushed with yours as you tried to steady your breathing. 

“How could you know all that?” You asked, whispered, your mind was pounding in time with your heart as he leaned closer to your ear. 

“I also know you used to be a mercenary,” you heard him whisper in your ear, his breath ghosting over the goosebumps that formed on your skin, “that’s how we met.” you stopped breathing as he leaned slightly away from you, far enough for you to look him in the eyes. Dark eyes that held the sun in them. 

Oh

Oh. 

The last job you went on you worked with a team, you never saw his face and he was never much of a talker. You just remember his eyes as he held a gun to you ready to shoot…only to lower the gun and let you get away. 

That had been Marc. 

Without a second thought you ripped your wrist from his grip and grabbed the glass laying on the nightstand throwing it at him. Your heart pounded as you made your way through the open door, sure to close and block it before he had time to reach it. You were sure by now you were on the verge of a heart attack with how loudly your heart was pounding. You could hear Marc on the other side banging the door with his fists. You had no plan, your heart was breaking all over again and your entire body has gone into a fight and flight zone. You made your way down the wooden stairs skipping every other step, unafraid of the small fall you have on the last step before you regained balance and ran straight through the front door. Even from outside you can still hear him banging and screaming, you tried to decide where the best place to run to when the banging stopped. It wasn’t in Marc's nature to give up so you look behind you, he wasn’t coming down the stairs either. What the hell? 

Then you heard a familiar grunt and footsteps above you. 

The open window. 

All at once it didn’t matter where you ran to as long as you ran. Your feet carried you swiftly into the tree lining of the woods surrounding the house. The adrenaline coursing through your veins hid the pain of the cuts and barbs that scratched you as you pushed them aside. Your goal was to run, or to find a pointy enough stick or a sharp enough stone to throw at him, but mainly run and hide. 

You weren’t sure how long you ran, all you knew was that your lungs were on fire and you couldn’t feel your limbs. You knew you couldn’t run much further, at least, not at full speed. So you went to the nearest, sturdy tree you could find and climbed, you grabbed one branch after another. The bark dug into sensitive parts of your hand but you didn’t care, you could see your arms shaking as they pulled you up to that final branch. It seemed strong enough to hold your weight and shielded enough to provide cover. 

One of the things the Red Room taught you was to assess weakness and who had the advantage. Marc had the advantage when it came to muscle mass, but you had experience–granted those were mainly espionage missions that required more brains than combat prowess. You always carried a gun on you,  but if he was smart (which you know he is) he took that away and was carrying it with him now.  

All this time, you thought he loved you and that you were protecting him. You never even suspected the truth, he seemed so familiar and you had that gut instinct that something was up but you ignored it. All this time everything had been a lie, he didn’t love you, he was finishing the job. How long did he have his eye on you before he made a move? 

Stop! You didn’t have time to mourn, you had to focus on surviving. 

You halted your greedy intakes of air as you heard rustling in the leaves. Careful not to make the slightest sound as you saw him run past, calling your name. You waited until you slowly couldn’t hear the crackling of the leaves before beginning your descent. Time was of the essence, at some point Marc will come back to retrace steps, so you had to make another break in a different direction he had gone. Maybe back to the house and hotwire the beat up jeep you saw in the driveway. Once there you would make it to the second nearest village because the nearest would be the first place he’ll look, use one of those grimy old payphones to call in your ID guy. 

Your feet had barely touched the ground before you felt the wind being knocked out of you as you tackled the ground. You were pinned before you could push Marc off of you, unable to do much but struggle in his grip. 

“Do it,” you growled while still fighting, “I’m not going to stop fighting but if you’re going to do it, do it now.” 

“Do what now?!” His eyes wide and intense, his grip becoming tighter on your wrists again. 

“Kill me!” You yell, “that’s what all this has been for, hasn’t it? I killed your boss and stole a lot of money and relics from the people who hired us. A lot of different people want me dead, a lot of powerful people who can make things happen want me dead for more than this. Once you kill me you’ll have your pick of the litter. Whatever you want.” You see his brows furrow as you feel his breath ghost over your lips. 

“Have you ever thought that maybe what I wanted was you?” He pecked your lips once before continuing, “that I intended to keep you for myself rather than sell you to the highest bidder.” 

“Why would you do that?” 

“Cause I love you,” Marc said, pinning your hands above your head with one hand while the other caressed your cheek, “I have since we met on those desolate dunes, that has never been a lie.” you can feel his heartbeat as he lays his weight down on top of you, like so many times before, as his words swirl around your head. Your first thought was that he was lying, how could he not be? Deep down, however, as you looked him in the eyes you were reminded that Marc was many things–but a good liar was not one of them. 

“You can love me,” you say, “and still betray me.” you hear him let out a frustrated groan as he drops his head to your shoulder. You can feel his grip tighten before he lets your wrist go, and his weight on you is gone leaving you strangely cold. For a moment you think he’s letting you go, a foolish thought, one full of hope. 

You were wrong. 

No sooner had you gotten off the ground yourself, your feet were dangling above the ground as you were swung over his shoulder like you weighed nothing more than a sack of potatoes. Had this been ANY different situation your knees would be weak for a different reason. 

Once again you fought, kicking and screaming. He wasn’t going to kill you, not yet, but you were honest when you said you weren’t going down without a fight. You didn’t even register entering the house until he sat you on the couch with an unceremonious plop, his hands gripping your shoulders and a frustrated look in his eye. 

“What is it going to take to get you to believe me?” He said, voice low edging on a growl. 

“Give me one good reason to believe that you wouldn’t give me up.” You said, eyes narrowing, “a reason that I would believe.'' There was a beat of silence, you see his brows furrowed together as his brain itches for an answer that you know he wouldn’t have. He has betrayed you and has all the reasons in the world to sacrifice you to the altar. 

Then the lights starting flickering, 

The hairs on your neck stood on end as you felt a shift in the air, the lights flickering and a hum of something else. Something you’ve never encountered before. Then you see the bandages wrapping themselves around Marc like snakes and his eyes were no longer the dark color you used to adore. They glowed now like moonlight reflecting off of water. 

Of course. 

You’ve seen the small articles in the paper passing by or clickbait news in the media about London’s vigilante who called themselves Moon Knight. You usually never paid much attention to it, you rarely were out past dark anyway why would you? Maybe you should’ve. 

“If I wanted anything that they have,” You hear him say as the mask unbound itself to reveal his face, “I would’ve just taken it, and they couldn’t have stopped me.” 

“You’re moon knight.” Of course the first person you fall in love with is not only a mercenary, but also a superpowered vigilante. Your life hasn’t been ordinary, why would your love life be?! You groaned in frustration as you leaned your head back against the couch, “well that explains why you always look exhausted and always came back home at weird hours.” 

“You knew about that?” He asked, you gave him a deadpan look, “...of course you did.” You look at him for a moment and replayed every moment in your head leading up to this, he had a point. With these powers he really could have walked into any place, taken what he wanted, and left. He wouldn’t have needed you, but why keep you?

“Ok,” you start, “so you don’t intend to sell me or kill me or whatever.”

“I’ve been telling yo-” 

“But why keep me?” You ask, “Why bring me here? Based on this house and location it is-”

“Everything you ever wanted.” Marc finished, his grip softening on your shoulders, “a small house with a sunroom, far away from everyone, a place to plant flowers and a lot more sun than what you got in the city…A home.” 

“This would’ve taken at least half a year to build,” you say, “and another few weeks to a month to draft up the plans. So that means that you have been planning on bringing me here since-” 

“Since fate decided to give us a second chance,” he said, “I couldn’t follow you before and lost you, trust me I tried to follow you but you were so damn good at running and hiding that I couldn’t find you. Then, one day, I see you on the bus. I was a fly on the wall, Steven was in charge, but I saw you. You have no idea how badly I wanted to talk to you, but seeing how you fled before, I knew I had to be patient. I told Steven everyday to talk to you, building him up until he eventually sat next to you.” You see him laugh a little, “I really shouldn’t have kept him up the night before, but it all turned out alright.” 

He was sick, you knew this from the beginning, you just never looked below the surface of it. He needed help, something you couldn’t give him here. 

“Baby,” You said softly, holding his hands as he knelt down in front of you, kissing the tops of his still bandaged covered hands, before leaning your forehead against his, you had to be calm. You had to convince him with honey and not vinegar. “Thank you so much for doing this, it must have been so much work.” You start, lowering your voice to barely a whisper, already sensing the tension leaving his body, “you must be so tired.” 

“I am.” 

“I’m just worried for you,” you said brushing your nose against his, “maybe we should see someone hmm? Like a specialist or a doctor, get you some melatonin or some medicine to help you sleep.” You feel him shake his head before you gently shush him, bringing a hand to cup his stubbly cheek, “just to help you sleep.” 

“I don’t need them.” He says definitely, “I have you.”

“And you’ll always have me.” You promise, “let’s just call and make the appointment, I’m sure they’ll be more than happy to help.” 

“No,” he mumbles quietly at first, “no” a little louder, “I don’t-” 

“Do it for me?” You ask, fluttering your eyelashes and giving him a small smile, “please baby.” gently moving your hand to scratch the nape of his neck you knew he was putty. 

“Ok,” he agrees. 

“Ok,” you quietly repeat, trying to keep your tone even, “how about we call them right now and make an appointment?” 

“No.” 

“Ok,” you say, rubbing soothing circles on the back of his neck, “we don’t need to call them right now but in a short bit here, yeah?” 

“Yeah.” 

You breathe in, “yeah.”

#x reader #marvel #x reader angst #x reader smut #marc spector #marvel characters #marvel cinematic universe #ask rev #marc spector angst #marc x reader #dark steven grant x reader #dark marc spector x reader #dark!moonknight #dark mcu #dark x reader #moon knight smut #moon knight x reader #moon knight series #mcu moon knight #moon knight imagine #moon knight x reader smut #moon knight #steven grant #jake lockley #khonshu #mcu x reader smut #mcu x you #mcu x reader #dark mcu x reader #dark fic!

[mothgodofchaos]

A R K for Dark, please?

A - Affection:

He's very passive in the way he shows his adoration. He enjoys doing things for you, or simply being in the room with him is enough. But when it comes to physical, it's the small touches. The kiss to your palm or knuckles, brushing your hair out of your face, a gentle hand on the small of your back when you stand together.

R - Remember:

Those moments up at his cabin, that one week of the year in which he'd be able to take a reprieve from his mayoral duties. Snuggling by the fire, making coffee or tea on the wood stove, and watching movies on the old projector.

K - Kisses:

When he's being a gentleman, your hands are his favorite place. Your palms when you hold his face, or your knuckles when you take his hand in yours. When he holds you, he kisses your temples and cheeks. He's always slow, gentle, and savoring.

#150 Follower Event #darkiplier #dark #markiplier egos #wkm darkiplier #wkm dark #darkiplier x reader #dark x reader #wkm darkiplier x reader #wkm dark x reader #a heist with markiplier #ahwm #who killed markiplier #wkm #midnight mint #chaosanswers

[chain-link-smut]

Hello Beautiful Beasties!

Smut-tember 23, Day 24: Dark x Reader(Fem) - Arrested and Nearly Caught

Summary: Dating Dark came with risks, but you never thought that one of those risks was his parole officer, your big brother, would nearly catch you in the act. Dark was asking for trouble when he just continued to fuck you while you identity stayed hidden.

Word count: 1,422

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Walking into Dark's apartment after a long overnight shift you kicked off your boots and hung up your keys. The smell in the air was amazing! Following the smell, it led you to the kitchen where Dark was cooking. Of course the rescue kitten and puppy, Jeff and Rolo were happily standing by to help and have scraps. Jeff liked to give "instructions" on stirring and flipping and Rolo was being a sleepy speed bump in Dark's path to the sink per usual, at least that was until they saw you.

After being greeted warmly by the fur babies, you wrapped your arms around Dark from behind. You took a deep breath and let the stresses of work roll right off.

Dark chuckled, rubbing your hand that was on his ribs. "Is that your gun digging into my ass or are you just happy to see me?"

"Ha ha very funny." You giggled even though he used that joke more times than it should be. "What are you making?"

"Pancakes and they are just now ready. Go sit and eat, then shower. You smell like Folgers coffee and stale doughnuts."

"Did you just stereotype me?" You gawked at him playfully. When he turned and looked at you with one eyebrow up, you whispered, "Community Coffee and a chocolate Croissant."

"You cops are all the same." He kissed your lips as he placed the plate on the table.

"It's the only place open at 3AM!"

"I could just bring you breakfast."

You glared at him only for the reason that it was too good to be true. "Mhm, and how do you plan on doing that if you are on house arrest from 10:00 PM - 9:00 AM?"

"I have my ways that you don't need to know of." He winked at you. That was one thing he did make sure of. If he was going to do anything 'stupid' he left you out so it wouldn't jeopardize your career as an officer.

Breakfast and a hot shower later, you felt refreshed and ready for whatever the day brought, even if it was just sleep for the next 24hrs. Tossing the towel into the dirty clothes and adjusting the oversized hoodie, you see Dark’s backside. He was in nothing but a fitted pair of briefs and the tattoos along his back.

Your eyes slowly went from his silver and white hair, his traps, his long and toned back muscles to his hips. The man had a perfect ass. A thought sparked! Tip toeing to your tactical belt in the kitchen (Dark insisted on double checking your weapon every day and cleaning it if it was shot) and grabbed the cuffs, then snuck behind him again in the small living room. "Well, aren't you a tall drink of water?"

Dark had his phone in hand when he turned around, both wrists at perfect height. You slapped the cuffs around his wrist, keeping them decently loose. He seemed a little startled at first, but he gave that devilish grin and his ruby red eyes darkened. "Oh? What am I being arrested for, officer?" He closed the gap some as he jingled the metal.

"For being too damn sexy." You took a few steps backwards, him following.

"Is that so? Are you going to read me my rights?"

You were pressed against the wall, his hands just inches away from you. You giggled for what seemed to be the tenth time since you showed up. "You have the right to remain silent-"

"I can find a way to do that." He knelt down in front of you, cuffed hands pulling up the hoodie so he could see what he wanted.

"- anything you say can and will… be… used against... you… Oh sweet Hylia! "

Dark had lifted one of your legs and placed it over his shoulder before he began lightly sucking on your clit. He used his fingers to massage just outside of your folds and up into your hood. One of his thumbs slipped inside you, just past the rim and began teasing you. Grabbing his bangs drew out a hungry growl. Not able to get to where he wanted to be, he lifted you up with the help of the wall for support. Both legs over his shoulder, he finally was able to lap at the slick area he wanted. His overly talented tongue moved in ways that had you shivering in his hold.

Dark, with you still on his shoulders, carries you to the bed, tossing you down. He eagerly kissed you, letting you taste yourself, then was back to having his face between your legs. He lapped at the wetness you were producing for him, because of him. Taking a breath, he asked, “Now what can I do to have these removed?” He shook the cuffs.

“B-bribing an officer now? That will cost you extra time with them on.”

“How long?” He kissed your inner thigh.

“All day, as a start.”

“Mmm, then I guess I better get started with serving my time.” Dark openly tongue fucked and fingered you into oblivion, coaxing you to cum over and over again. That was until the puppy, Rolo, began barking in the living room and the front door was flung open.

“Who the-” You startled, but Dark placed a hand over your mouth.

“Dark, you home?”

You ripped Dark’s hand from your mouth, harshly whispering, “Why the fuck is my brother here?!”

“Your brother? You’re Time’s sister?”

“Little sister.”

“Oh this is going to go really bad or really good.” You didn’t like that tone, he was planning something. He pulled the hood of your hoodie up to cover your hair and face, then the sleeves to cover your hands. He pulled the blankets back at the foot of the bed, moving you himself to get under them. The footboard and the sheets were going to conceal you completely. He took off his briefs and slid into the covers with you, hovering over you. “In here!”

“What are you-”

“Shh, stay quiet for me darling. Let’s have some fun.” This shithead!!

You could hear Time’s heavy boots scuff the floor then halt at the door that was on the other side of the room. You stayed as quiet as you could. “I have a job for- what the hell are you doing?”

“Fucking your sister.” As he said it, he inserted himself and it took everything you had not to moan.

“My sister wouldn’t sink so low as to be with you. Cuffs for foreplay or did you get arrested today and escape… again?”

Dark rolled his hips, making you bite down on the thick hoodie. “I don’t know. Does your sister like this kind of thing?” Oooh he was asking for it!

“Gross… I have a job for you.”

With Dark still keeping a steady pace thrusting into you, you tried to focus on what was said, but it proved to be too difficult. You tried to keep the noises down, though a few slipped out. Dark softly hushed you, nicely telling you to stay quiet for him. He chuckled at your glare.

The two kept talking over a case, some operation and how there needed to be an inside man, but all you could do was pay attention to how thick Dark was and how close you were getting to another orgasm despite Time being in the room. This was so wrong, but you were nearly there! You just needed that last push over the edge and you could relax again. You snuck your hand under the sheets and rubbed at your clit, catching Dark’s darkened by lust eyes. He kept his eyes on you as he sped up, matching the vigorous speed you set. He slipped three fingers into your mouth right before you came to keep you silent.

“He’s gone.” He removed his fingers, stroking your lips with wet fingers. “You dirty little thing. You enjoyed the thrill and anxiety of potentially getting caught, didn’t you?”

You smiled up at him sleepily, eyes half lidded. “Would have preferred it not be him that could have caught us, still, yes.”

“I guess we will see if he noticed your badge on the dresser.” Said dresser was right at the bedroom door.

“He is going to kick your ass.” You had the giggles now, lack of sleep catching up.

“We can worry about that tomorrow. For now, I’m not finished serving my sentence, Ma’am.” He began fucking you again in earnest.

Keep it Naughty you Beautiful Beasties!🖤

#loz smut #purely smut #smut-tember #st23 #18+ only #dark x reader #dark link x reader

[likethe-month]

Slenderman x Reader - Short Oneshot

-Hi everyone! This is going to be part of my Slenderman fic collection I'm calling "Static and Shadows." I have lots of stuff for him already written so please let me know if you'd like to see more! >:3 Oh also I would label this as Yandere in the title, but his behavior isn't quite there yet(?) I'll think of this as Dark! Slenderman x Reader for now-

-

Retreating to your childhood room, you slunk through your parents’ house, preparing for a verbal confrontation to break. With final exams done you could finally relax, or so you thought… You had forgotten about your highly-confrontational sibling who liked to pick fights whenever and wherever they could. They were still in high school, so you were both in the same house over break.

It was easier to forget about why you moved to a different town whenever you had your peaceful and quiet room, devoid of anyone else. The fights back at home weren’t so bad, but you didn’t handle loud noises well, so you would shut yourself in your room until it was safe to come back out into the living room.

Laying in bed for a small nap, a thought suddenly popped in your head. Didn’t the tall man say that you could change your reality with your thoughts? If you thought about him hard enough, maybe you would see that big mansion in the woods again. Well… it was worth a shot…

Filling your head with thoughts of the tall creature, his home, the static, and the misty woods, you shut your eyes, quickly drifting off. You woke up standing in what seemed to be the entryway of the mansion. Peering around, you were surprised at how elegant and pleasant the home seemed to be. Deep reds and mahoganies filled your vision, accompanied with warm lighting.

Suddenly, a couple of people walked into the room, coming from a door to your right. One of them had a white mask devoid of eyes with black painted lips. The other male figure wore a yellow hoodie over his head, and his face was also covered with some sort of dark mask.

“Hello,” you offered with a nervous smile. “It’s nice to meet you… My name is-

“Y/n,” the one with the hoodie interjected, rendering you surprised. “Yeah, we know who you are. He told us about you.”

“Oh, right… Speaking of him… where?…” you began, trailing off, suddenly unsure of yourself.

“He’s in the room back there,” the one with the white mask said, nodding to a door beyond the grand staircase in the middle of the entryway. “That’s his ‘office’ or whatever. He’s usually in there after dinner.”

You gave them your thanks and approached the door, knocking gently three times.

“Come in,” the chilling voice uttered.

You took a breath and complied. You stepped into the office, taken aback by the sight. Books lined the walls, enclosed in cases that stretched from the floor to the ceiling, and an elegant desk sat in the middle of the room. Slenderman was not sitting at the desk, however, but instead standing in front of the tall windows, his back turned to you.

“It’s me,” you croaked nervously, knowing that he was well aware.

“Dearest Y/n,” he said, walking over to you. “It’s quite a pleasure to receive a visit from you.”

You swallowed as he drew nearer, having to tilt your head up to look at his blank face. “You have a lovely home,” you said, unable to think of anything else to say.

“Thank you, my dear,” Slenderman replied, his tone of voice oozing with the pleasure of your arrival.

You paused, taking the moment of silence to look at the office. The woodwork consisted of a deep mahogany that seemed to be well-polished. You supposed even eldritch beings liked to keep a clean household.

“I hope I’m not intruding or anything, but I just wanted a small break from… my world, I guess,” you said, glancing down at your feet.

“You could never intrude; you are always welcome. Think of this place as your home as well.” After the tall creature said this, you heard a loud thump and some laughter come from another room.

At this, his demeanor became slightly annoyed. “I’m sure the others will be delighted to meet you.”

“Oh, right…I met two boys on my way in. Why do they cover their faces like that even when they’re inside?” You asked. You wanted to ask more about the strange people scattered throughout the mansion, but you would try to find out more gradually.

“Sometimes their actions are a mystery to even me. They often galavant around the house and prefer to be masked while doing so. At other times, however, they all show their faces.”

Suddenly anxious, you wondered just how many other people were in the house. You also wondered what they were like.

“They may seem different and even frightening at first, but I assure you, they mean you no harm. I will make sure that you remain safe,” Slenderman said, and you froze when a black tendril gently brushed against your arm as he strode past you. When he reached the door of the office, he turned his head back to acknowledge you. “The others have already all eaten dinner, but I would like to invite you to stay for a drink.”

Taken aback by the invitation, you agreed. “That’s fine with me,” you said, allowing yourself to smile slightly despite your nerves.

You walked alongside him to the dining room. When a shadow whisked by, you found yourself drawing nearer to the tall being beside you as if he would provide protection from whatever lurked in the dark. You caught yourself and reestablished some distance, embarrassed and unsure.

He then said your name quietly, prompting you to explain your jumpiness.

“I don’t understand any of this. I’m not sure how I was able to get here just by thinking hard enough about it. Can anyone else do that?” You asked breathlessly, desperate for answers.

“I have given you a special ability that no other human possesses. I wanted to make sure you could reach me at any time, so you have been given the ability to transport yourself here whenever you please,” Slenderman explained, his nonexistent gaze still focused on the hallway that lay before you.

You stopped yourself from asking why you of all people had gained his attention. You made the mistake of asking this once, and he had provided a most terrifying answer. The frightening being was enamored with you for one reason or the other, and he had devoted time and effort into learning everything he could about you. Your schedule, hobbies, sleeping patterns: he had been there, watching and observing. You fought back a shudder as you walked. Hearing about how obsessively you had been stalked and preyed upon was not on your agenda tonight.

The two of you reached the dining room: a massive room complete with a large table and fireplace on the wall. The decor consisted of blacks, golds, and reds. You had to admit that the room was incredibly elegant, as was the rest of the house, or at least, what you had seen so far. You took your seat next to Slenderman, and to your surprise, there were two glasses already placed at the table. Besides the glasses was a pitcher of water and a bottle of wine.

“What would you like to drink?” The tall man asked you, taking your glass in his large pale hand.

“Water is fine,” you said, your throat suddenly dry. Engaging in conversation with him suddenly seemed more intimidating, even though you had endless questions you wanted to ask.

You were both sitting now and you hesitantly fiddled with your glass.

“Your water is completely untainted. I assure you I mean you no harm,” your companion said gently, as if sensing the fear that coursed through your body.

With a skeptical glance, you took a sip of your water. “Can you tell when people are afraid?” You asked curiously.

“I can usually tell through body language and facial expression, but I also possess the ability to sense fear in a way that is unfamiliar to humans.”

After another thoughtful drink of water, you continued. “How does that work?”

“I sense it through the chemicals that you give off in your frightened state. You might describe the sensation as… sweet,-tasting” he said darkly, taking you by surprise.

Fighting back every instinct to leap out of your chair and flee, you swallowed thickly. “Oh… Is that why you want me to spend time with you?” You immediately regretted your question. You had just sworn to yourself not to give him another reason to explain his obsession with you. He could make anyone scared. Hell, some of the bravest people you knew would whimper and flee at the sight of this monster.

“I think you already know the answer to that, (Y/n),” he replied, his tone of voice neutral.

You averted your gaze and looked at the fireplace absentmindedly. “Yeah, I do.”

There was a pause, and Slenderman raised his glass to his featureless face. Somehow, there was less wine in his glass when he set it back down.

“I was wondering… Is this place real? Could someone traveling through the woods come across this mansion?” You asked.

“No. I am the only one who can allow people to be here. Coming here in your world is possible, but only through me. If someone happened to stumble into my domain, I would have the ability to permit them to see the mansion.”

“I see. But I can travel here whenever I please just by thinking about it?” You said, hoping to learn more about your situation.

“Correct. And you also have the ability to leave at your will.” After a moment’s pause, he continued. “I must ask, my dear, why in particular did you choose to travel here tonight?”

You sighed before beginning. “I’m on break from my classes for a few weeks, and being back home with family has been… a dramatic change from what I’m used to. I love my family, of course,” you countered quickly, “it’s just that I thought I could use some peace and quiet.”

“And you chose to retreat here. To my home,” Slenderman replied, and you could hear how pleased he was at this. You hated it when your words gave him that sick sense of gratification.

Gritting your teeth, you opened your mouth to reestablish your sense of pride. “I’ll admit, part of it was to test if I could truly come here through my thoughts, but, yes. I did choose your home,” you admitted, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of your decision, but it was probably futile to lie to him. A part of you thought about transporting back home, just to test yourself. You decided to stay for a bit longer instead, hoping to get more answers.

“I’m so glad you did,” Slenderman replied, his voice sending shivers down your spine. “You’re always welcome to spend the night. I have set aside a bedroom for you whenever you need to stay. I could show it to you if you’d like.”

Your heart thudded painfully in your chest. He was trying to lure you in. You wouldn’t allow yourself to be trapped. “That’s alright. I don’t need to spend the night here,” you countered, feigning politeness as best as you possibly could. “I’ll need to be returning soon-“

As you spoke, you heard something that seemed to be coming from the back of your head. You froze, recognizing the sound. The static that sometimes appeared in your head was all too familiar, and you remembered the time it made you pass out. Slenderman’s eyeless gaze hadn’t left your face, and the longer you looked at him, the stronger the static became. You started to panic, realizing you needed to get out before you fell unconscious here. Away from home. At his mercy.

You stood up from your chair hastily, the chair leg dragging against the wooden floor. “This was nice-I have to go now,” you blurted, walking as quickly as possible to the entrance. Concentrating your thoughts, you thought about your home as hard as you could as the static rose in volume. Out of the corner of your vision, your eyesight began to blur, and your heart continued to pound.

Suddenly, it stopped and you found yourself in your bed back home. With a soft cry of relief, you sank down into your sheets and wiped away the small trickle of blood that had begun to fall from your nose. Staring at the smear of blood on your hand, you shut your eyes and concentrated on the feeling of your head being clear once again. Strangely, things felt almost too quiet now without the faint static. - Slenderman watched you stumble out of the dining room, his gaze focused on your frightened form. Suppressing a growl of frustration, the being formed a fist with his large white hand. He had to remember you were easily spooked in the future.

Leaning back, he then realized that your desperation to flee did not bother him as much as it usually would have. You chose to come to the mansion. You chose to come to him in your time of need. It would only be a matter of time before you returned. He couldn’t help but imagine desperation painted on your face as you begged for his assistance with something. The thought alone nearly drew a rumbling purr from his throat.

He allowed you to scamper off this time. Giving you a sense of power and freedom was all a part of his plan. Once you became brave enough to try and ignore him or act out against him, he would reclaim his power over you as quickly as you could imagine.

Still, you had managed to fight his static more potently than he expected. You were growing stronger, as most people would have collapsed from the amount of static you endured. He so desperately hoped you would have been tired enough to stay here in the mansion tonight, but the mere mention of it sparked fear into your heart.

No matter. He had time. He had all the time in the world you convince you of just how much you needed him.

#slenderman x reader #slenderman x you #x reader #slenderman #slenderverse #creepypasta #creepypasta fanfic #dark x reader #gender neutral y/n #gender neutral reader #fanfic #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere x you

[cozyenigma]

Ingrained

Word Count- 1201

Request?- Yes!

(sorry this took me so long! I hope the tarot parts aren't too basic and it's what you envisioned! And of you'd still like the anon handle you can absolutely take that one!)

Tag List- @cookielover0001010 , @swag-droid , @watchoutforfrostbite

Warnings- None

Dark didn't need to eat or drink. Food didn't nourish the carcass he hauled around and drink did nothing to quench his thirst. When he found himself presented with these things anyways, Dark always took a small amount of pleasure in others discomfort when they noticed he never touched anything.

Still, in the privacy of his own office, away from annoyances and prying eyes, he let himself imbibe. A steaming hot cup of sencha sat on his desk. The fine china cup, delicate and thin, gleamed atop its saucer. Heedless, of the temperature, Dark took a sip.

It tasted like ash.

One of his human components, he wasn't quite sure which, had liked to take tea in this setting once upon a time. Steaming hot tea in a window seat with a good book. As much as Dark was annoyed at the bleed over, the habit helped.

As did the readings. Dark knew which one this habit stemmed from. The cards seemed to flow in his hands. Shuffling and dealing and reading. The deck was worn. Creased and faded at the edges, the cards showed their age. Part of him wondered if this was her set when she was alive. Probably not.

As he was going to set the spread of cards, the hairs on the back of his neck prickled. Dark's hands paused. Then he gathered the cards back into one stack.

"Back again, are we?"

The air grew noticeably colder, the steam rising from his tea that much more pronounced. They were here alright.

With a sigh, he started shuffling again. "Are you going to skulk about or try and wreck my office again?"

His answer was a lamp tumbling to the floor, glass skittering across the hardwood.

"Right." Dark ignored the blatant hostility and cut the deck. The DA, reduced to the presence they were now, would eventually tire of the destruction. They always did. It was only Dark's own aura that kept them from doing physical harm to his body.

The destruction was a nuisance but only that. While he didn't enjoy replacing and repairing his furnishings every other week, he wasn't about to give them the satisfaction of seeing any reaction. Eventually, after he heard them gouge long tracks into the floor, they stopped.

He hummed and placed the deck on the desk.

"If you're finished?" Dark gestures to the cards and waited.

The room was still and silent once more. He knew they could move and choose the cards. Whether or not they were shocked or just refusing, he could only guess.

"If you won't," he took up the deck himself, giving it one more shuffle. "I'll ask a question for you, I'm sure both of us have been thinking it. Why do you keep coming back?"

The sound of broken glass crunching under foot. They were seemingly grinding the shards into the floor. That got to them.

"Let's keep it basic, shall we?" He kept going, tone too casual for the situation. "Basic three card pull. Past, present, future, hmm?"

They slipped through his hands as easily as water. Three cards, situated in a line right in front of him. Dark pictured them in his head, brooding as they sat opposite. It almost made him smile.

Delicately, he flipped the first over. A woman wrestling with a beast that might have, once, been a lion. The wearing of time and distortion made it seem otherworldly somehow.

"Strength," he laughed. "Makes sense, I suppose. You always were confident in your skills, even when we were young. Clear choices, clear purpose. I imagine you and everyone else thought you were aiming for bigger and better things, hmm?"

The walls themselves seemed to creak ominously around him. If he didn't know better he might suspect they could bring the ceiling down on top of him.

"Yknow," he said, resting his fingers atop the next card, "this is less the cards talking and more supposed to be the people themselves talking. To put things to words, I suppose. Though you can't quite manage that can you?"

The tea cup beside him abruptly cracked in half. Hot tea leaked out in a small flood, nearly taking the cards with it and soaking into his sleeve. Dark paid it no mind.

"The present now then, shall we?"

This next card was so worn down he very nearly couldn't read the text. Though he'd know the upside down design without it well enough.

"Reverse wheel of fortune," he leaned back, shaking errant drops of scalding tea from his hand. "A run of bad luck. Much as you try you can't control the past, you can't control the present either. Oh my poor, poor friend. I can understand that, to a degree."

He scanned the room, looking for a shimmer, a shadow, anything to indicate where they were. If they actually occupied any sort of space in this reality. The empty, cold office didn't provide him with any insight on that.

"Neither of us were in control then," he said eventually, "as for now…"

Dark flexed his hand. What was once their hand. "I suppose I'll be taking that back for the both of us, hmm?"

No response. Nothing was destroyed in a fit of impotent rage but he knew they were still here. That crawling every present feeling of being watched was still there.

"Stop trying to change things," he murmurs, "I don't pretend to know where you're existing now but there's surely better things for you to be doing. Maybe even actually rest."

Again, nothing. Dark huffed and, without further preamble, flipped the last card. This one made him laugh. As much as he could laugh, anyways.

"Justice? Really?"

The card was fairly self explanatory, as far as other cards in the deck went. The woman depicted held a scale and sword, regal and just. At some point the face was nearly erased, a small tear going through where her eyes would have been. The now cooled tea had soaked into the paper, giving the card a sickly brown green tint.

"You're pinning your hopes on karma, is that it?" He tossed the card back onto the desk. "I don't think so. The world isn't that kind. If anything, I'll be bringing you justice. Bringing down the man that caused all of this is karma enough, I think."

The deck next to him abruptly flew apart, cards pinwheeling in the air and just adding to the mess. Heaving a sigh, Dark got to his feet.

"One of us can keep going with this cycle, old friend," he'd admit, the old moniker was a dig he couldn't help but slip in, "and I think you know who."

If they heard him they chose not to show it. The room was more than still, it was empty. That pressure, the presence in the air was gone. Which left Dark among the ruins of his office once again.

"Same time next week, I suppose," he mutters, plucking a card from the desk and giving it a flick. The sencha had truly soaked the thing. Even with the paper starting to warp and discolor, he could still make out the tower clear as day.

#dark x reader #darkiplier x reader #writersofmark #darkiplier #reader insert #youtuber ego #markiplier ego x reader #ego fanfic #my wriitng

[littlekohai77]

Orange peel test 🧡🍊

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚏.

🅲🅷🅰🆁🅰🅲🆃🅴🆁🆂: Jiwwo, Kartein, Wooin, Jisuk, my husband- I mean Amyeong.

🆆🅰🆁🅽🅸🅽🅶🆂: not proofread, lowkey nsfw in Jiwoo's part.

*･ﾟﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*ﾟ:*:✼✿　　✿✼:*ﾟ:.｡..｡.:*･ﾟﾟ･*

🅙🅘🅦🅞🅞 🅢🅔🅞:

You don't even have to ask actually. He just gets off to get you an orange the moment you utter the words "I kinda want an orange right now. "

Peels it for you, no questions asked.

Wouldn't feed it to you though. He's a bit shy. Would do it if you requested him to though. All while steam comes out of his ears as his fingertips lightly brush against you beautiful pillowy lips. ( ͡ ͡° ͜ ʖ ͡ ͡°)

Bro might just pop a boner if you tease him with your tongue. 💀

Please don't do that. The kids are around. Behave yourselves you horny animals. ( ͠° ͟ ͜ʖ ͡ ͠°)

🅦🅞🅞🅘🅝:

Just stares at you while you keep blabbering like 👁👁

Bro is so in love with you omg. Unlike Jiwoo, he wouldn't get up until you specifically tell him to get you one.

When he returns back and sits down, he'd hold out the orange towards you with a blank look on his face. Bro is so clueless.

Would get to peeling it when you ask him to. And then again, would hold out the perfectly peeled orange out towards you.

Would be hesitant about feeding you cause that's a bit intimate for him. Would eventually do it if you insist enough with extremely shake hands and a progressive warming face.

He would retreat so fast to the other side of the couch when you're done eating. And just nervously bounce his leg as his insides burst with warmth and butterflies.

🅙🅘🅢🅤🅚 🅨🅞🅞:

Would groan and grunt all the way when you ask him to get it for you.

Drags himself back to the couch without even taking off the sticker or washing the orange. Thinks it's a waste cause you're not gonna be eating the peel.

Huffs and whines when you ask him to peel it for you, throws a few words like "you owe me one" and shit at you.

Would groan again for the one hundredth time when you ask him to feed you.

Would treat your gullet like a basket ball hoop and aim at it from afar.

Gets very annoyed when he misses once and you taunt him.

Proceeds to cheat by using his powers to make use it land in your mouth.

Would tackle you when you confront him for cheating.

Could end up as a make out session or just wrestling.

🅚🅐🅡🅣🅔🅘🅝:

Who the fuck do you think you are? He's the baby girl in the relationship. You're supposed to be the one getting him an orange. 💅✨

Jokes aside, yeah he'll go get it for you but he'd be doing it all begrudgingly.

Would nag at you and whine all the way as the walks back while peeling the orange.

Would give you the look when you ask him to feed you. It's like 'you really think you're all that? ' look.

Before you pout and he physically just melts.

Would feed you under one condition. You have to play with his hair and kiss his forehead and do all that giggly shit while he lays his head on your lap.

Would eat a few pieces too and comment on its taste and how he could get you better ones.

NOT BECAUSE HE LOVES YOU AND WANTS THE BEST FOR YOU. HE JUST DOESN'T THINK SOMEONE SHOULD BE EATING THINGS FILLED WITH CHEMICALS. NO HIM BEING ALL GIGGLY AND LAYING ON YOUR LAP DOES NOT MEAN HE LOVES YOU DON'T FOOL YOURSELF.

Nah he does love. Has said it before but he sometimes just gets very overwhelmed and finds it hard to admit.

🅐🅜🅨🅔🅞🅝🅖/🅓🅐🅡🅚:

Bro is surviving solely on cup noodles and store bought lunches. Mans can't cook either.

And he also doesn't have any fruits just simply laying around. So it might take him a while to get one for you depending on where you guys are currently living.

Would bring as many as he thinks would be appropriate if there is plenty available.

Would hold out the grocery bag towards you and look you in the eyes expectantly ꉂ(ˊᗜˋ*)♡

Would tilt his head to the side a bit when you ask him to peel one.

Would drop the bag onto the table and just grab one, sit down and begin peeling. Wouldn't bother washing or peeling the sticker, also thinks it's useless. Would not bother to put the rest into a basket or fruit bowl until you say so.. . And if you even have one around.

Would get antsy when you ask him to feed you. Bro looking at you like 👁👁 as you chewing. The expressions you make tells him that it's delicious and he kinda feels tempted to try it out too but refrains cause he doesn't want to eat and later find out that there isn't enough for you anymore.

He wants your tummy to be filled and for you to be healthy. So he decides to wait until you either push one into his mouth (which is very bold of you but he loves you so he wouldn't stop you except a few worried whispers about how 'what if there isn't enough for you later') or you literally have a food baby. And when he does try, it's like a measly two pieces.

Also he blushes so hard the entire time like 😍😍

*･ﾟﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*ﾟ:*:✼✿　　✿✼:*ﾟ:.｡..｡.:*･ﾟﾟ･*

𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚍𝚘 𝙸 𝚋𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎.

#eleceed #eleceed x reader #kartein #kartein x reader #yoo jisuk #seo jiwoo #jiwoo x reader #jiwoo seo #jiwoo #jisuk x reader #wooin #wooin x reader #amyoung x reader #amyoung #dark #dark x reader

[medicinal-doll]

Prey.

Dark!Daddy!Sherlock x little!reader

Summary: Sherlock hasn't paid you any attention. he'd rather barricade himself in his office than tend to your needs, so you act out. But when Sherlock finds your mess, you find yourself reaping the consequences of your insolence.

Warnings: degrading, master/slave dynamic,cursing, manipulation,Non-con/Dub-con,daddy kink,spanking,fingering,mind break,hair pulling,rough sex,Dom/sub dynamic,hint of ddlg,teasing,petnames,p in v sex

A/N might be admitted to the mental hospital for this one ✨

*Please don't repost without permission If you use my writing as inspiration please ask first and credit me

........

Your master had been glued to his office for hours. lasting about 10 minutes before you started to miss him badly.You started with your usual routine of whining and whimpering. gently tugging on his pant leg.

Of course he repeatedly kicked you out. but today was different. because after he kicked you out for the third time, you heard a distinct clicking of a lock.

How dare he shut you out like that! you grabbed onto the door handle grunting in frustration and disbelief, but no budge.

.........

A few hours later it was midday. Your tantrum had more than the usual running time. probably because you were bored and Sherlock wasn't there to reprimand you for your mischief.

In the few short hours, you managed to trash the entire living room. The bulk of your toybox was strewn across the room with it's contents littered on every surface imaginable.

But there was just one last thing. Sherlock's prized japanese oakwood coffee table. you threw your huge teddy bear Sherlock had won for you at the fair last Valentine's day.

And watched in horror as it collided with the hard surface. knocking it over onto the hardwood floor with a thundering crash.

Then silence...everything went completely still.

Until you hear that distinct lock sound from Sherlock's door.

"Shit!!shit- shit-" you frantically lift the table, and thank god it's not cracked. you think that would've been your last day on earth. you sigh in relief before turning back to your mess. bumping head first into something clothed and solid."Ouch" you rub your head before peering up, and your eyes go wide.

"Well....Do you have anything to say for yourself little one?" Your master towers over you. His aggravated domineering presence fills every corner of the room to the brim, as he stares you down. anger ever so present in his gaze.

Corneas Seething in anger harshly lavish your form in sheer and utter guilt as you wiggle your butt in shame.

Torn teddy bears and scattered blocks covered the area. Your gaze fixed on the bottom of your sirs deep azure robe, too afraid to look into his eyes. you hated to disappoint him. you didn't mean to be bad, you just wanted him to play with you.

Sherlock wastes no time and leaves you with no room for another reflection before he drags you by your worthless little body to his chambers.

"No!no-Master No!!" You try to kick and claw away from him but sher's grip is firm on your nappy.it threatening to tear from the sheer force of his hold.

Entering the room with haste a harsh grip forces your head against the wooden tile of his room.

Body squirming in desperation to resist.

Sherlock's eyes are cold and uncaring, analyzing your feeble form until you feel a forceful tug at your waist. Followed by a rough hand attempting to pry the diaper off of your clothed center, while the other holds you still.

"No!"

You were unbelievably wet, but the humiliation of letting him do whatever he wanted with your body made you want to revolt. You can't just let him take you in such a barbarically ungraceful way that easy.

You kick your legs at him trying to throw his grip off of you.

Sherlock says nothing dead silence.

Of all the times you've been with him, you've learned there's 2 sides to his disciplinarian ways.

The first being good sherlock.

Usually he'll just toy with you playfully. while the goal is to punish you, who said it couldn't be fun. Edging you for hours on end as you beg for him to touch you, fuck you, anything. he'd drive you insane, all while he taunts your stupidity.

Laughing at the fact that you should know by now who you belong to.

But then.....there's other Sherlock..Bad Sherlock. Needless to say Sherlock is a man of business. When he comes home to you it's a little different because he has a soft spot for you. But at work he's diligent and stoic, very much no nonsense. and his cases require the utmost concentration and precision.

But most of the time he gets a kick out of your disobedience, and enjoys correcting you. And then there's other times where he genuinely needs you to behave.

His word is law.

Disobey that and well...let's just say your mind and body will be out of commission for at least a few days.

You can tell which mood he's in by the look in his eyes.

When you were in his office he seemed fine.

But I guess as time went on the puzzle he was presented with must've taken him to a more serious state of mind.

So in short, his silence doesn't surprise you. But that's not to say It doesn't scare you shitless when he gets like this.

Cause then there's no arguing with him anymore.

He'll do as he pleases with his property.

Without another thought your nappy is violently ripped from you. Still kicking and screaming Sherlock breathes a deep sigh.

"Disobedient..." He remarks in a low grumbled tone. Before flipping your dress over your head till your little ass was shown fully on display.

You gasp as sherlock roughly groped at the exposed flesh. And there you were... Wet as a river. Sherlocks not daft. He knows when your behavior is especially bad, it's usually a result of your urges not being sated.

But Sherlock has to admit that he almost fell for your trap.

You wanted him to get upset.

He's rougher with you when you've pissed him off. The firm grabs of the tender flesh on your breasts. The way he manhandles you. toys with your body as you're powerless to stop him. How he pounds you as you beg him to stop. screaming it hurts while under your breath you're begging god that he lets Sherlock fuck you till you die.

Sherlock spreads the petals of your not to be ruined heat. you whimper at the sound of the wetness as he gazes at your gaping hole silently collecting his thoughts.

"You don't deserve my cock..." He decides to himself.

That set you off.

"No! Daddy please M'sorry I juss missed you n-"

"Enough" he says hearing no more of the show your trying to put on. Which he now realizes was just one of your big acts of foreplay for rough sex.

He glares down at you, seeming so tall from your spot on the floor. you pout at his feet wiggling your butt in guilt.

But Sherlock refuses to give into the temptation. Today you need to be reminded how unwise it is to test your masters patience.

"Is this how I taught you to behave" he repremands.

Your frame falters, sinking lower to the floor at his blunt questioning. Your silence being a good enough answer.

"Go get my box" he commands.

"T-the gold one?" You look up at him in terror.

"The red one" he corrects.

Involuntary tears leak from your eyes as you cling to his leg like a feeble lamb.

"No! Daddy please don't! M'sorry-" you plead.

"Yes I know you're sorry prey, you're going to be very.. Sorry..."

"No! Anything else!! put me in the ca-"

"Oh so now she tells me what to do" he taunts, the tamber of his tone coated in disapproval.

"N-no I didn't mean it like-.... I wasn't-..." You mumble your explanation but ween off to silence at the judgement of his commanding glare.

Sherlock bends down to your ear. brushing away stray hairs and whispering softly. Voice laced in malice and cruelty, contradicting his calm demeanor.

"Go get my box before I shove my cane all the way up that tight little pucker of yours"

Wide eyed and fearful of your master's wrath you hastily crawl away to retrieve the box from the "training room".

..............

Hesitantly you return, the box clutched nervously between your hands as you try not to make direct eye contact with your owner.

"Well the little thing managed to follow instructions"

You pout at his harshness.

"Now go pick out a belt" he says fiddling with the miscellaneous "correction tools" in the box. not even looking in your direction.

You decide to not make this harder on yourself and sulk as you leave again.

"And don't pick a small one...or I'll come choose myself"

You wince at his threats pouty and fearful what he's gonna do to you.

You come back with a thick black leather belt. you shiver from seeing the spiked and studded one he had hanging in the room.

As you enter you see sherlock pulling out a golden butt plug adorned with a jade jewel. you gulp as it looks bigger than the others he's used on you.

He comes closer to you taking notice of the way you flinch as Sher bends down to your level. holding out the buttplug to you between his middle and index finger.

An unreadable expression adorns his features as you take it quietly hoping he won't put it to use.. wishful thinking.

"I want that in your ass before I return...and no lube" he says in an oddly casual manner.

You look at him doe eyed "T-theres no way-" you think to yourself.

"Do you understand me" his dominant cadence snapping you out of your daze.

You nod reluctantly.

"lie down on the couch when you're done"

He then leaves without another word as you eye the cruel challenge your sir has bestowed upon you.

When Sherlock reappears he's clad in his disciplinarian attire. A white dress shirt rolled up to his forearms showing off his delicious spiderweb veins. complimented by a tight black vest showing off every curvature of his sculpted form. black dress pants and shoes to match. And finally an exorbitant avant garde watch adorning his wrist, along with a fresh pair of medicinal black rubber gloves.

You curse under your breath. You've really fucked up this time. And you didn't even manage to get the stupid fucking plug up your ass it just won't go in.

You begin to panic, strenuous efforts to shove the toy in become more frantic as sherlock nears you like a shark in the water. He smirks internally as he sees you tear up with both legs in the air. trying to forcefully shove it in, all to please him.

"Stop" he instructs, and you instantly halt your actions. his words like a cheat code to your body.

"Give it to me."

He holds out his palm all casual and unassuming. he doesn't look mad, but you know it's all a farce to keep you guessing.

You whimper meekly as you continue to try and jam it into your unprepared hole.

"Need I repeat myself?" sher growls with impatience.

You look away feeling shy before begrudgingly handing over the jade plug.

Sherlock hunches himself over you no mercy in sight.

"hold open your ass"

"Sher-"

His eyes demonically snap to yours. not only where you about to object and defy his orders, but you also were going to address him by the wrong title.

"Oh bunny don't make me break you" his eyes say.

"Yes Sir" you mutter defeatedly.You then snap your lips shut and pry your butt open as much as you can.

"Wider" he says plainly, feigning indifference.

You try to hide your blush. Sherlock looking at you so exposed like this, he must be getting some sick kick out of it.

Sherlock leans his head down and licks a singular wet strip up your hole. you hate that your walls flutter from it.but that all comes crashing down as Sherlock rams the plug deep into your ass. you scream loud enough that even the neighbors could hear your desperate cry. not that they would dare say anything.They hear you scream most nights. whether it be pleasure or pain, it's all the same to Sherlock.

You fold in on yourself crying at the rough intrusion in your body. you don't dare fight back when sher seats himself on the love sofa. manhandling your form until you're splayed over his lap. you sniffle quietly as sher massages you gently.your body quivering in fear as you hear the clink of a belt. you grip on tightly to his trousers bracing yourself for what's to co-AH!

Sherlock deals a devilish leather blow to your ass and it's already too much."Daddy! No!" You try to reach for the belt but Sher just keeps hitting you harder everytime.

"Ah! No Stop it!!"

You cover your ass as sher holds his belt in the air.Winding up for the worst blow of them all.

"Remove your han-"

"Daddy it hurts!"

"I said move your Fucking hands!!"

You take them away as the leather comes crashing down on your tender ass. you yell as the sting reverberates throughout the tender flesh.

All the strength is zapped from your body, but Sher's just getting started with you.

You cry and sob, muffling your tears and digging your manicured nails into the fabric of your master's trousers.

But then something rubbery makes an abrupt intrusion into your slicken folds. your head shoots up and you gasp at the new contact digging though your walls in search for that deep sensitive area.

You look back at Sherlock stoic as ever as if he didn't just deliver the ass beating of your life just moments ago. You manage to contain most of your moans until he finds your spot.

Now you're really in trouble.

He grinds his knuckles deep into your core making you spasm as you whimper and writhe moaning like a virgin whore.

Sherlock reaches his other hand to pull your hair.You whine and wince as Sherlock periodically takes his fingers out to smack your sore butt then entering them back into you.

It's all too much.

"Please sir can I cum-" you plead trying to wiggle your spot away from the daunting strokes of his gloved hand. moaning profanities under your breath at the mind numbing sensation.

Sherlock says nothing, but you know it's a trap. cumming without permission is a big no no. The consequences being worse than the spanking you just got.

"Master please!! I can't hold it any longer-" you whine meekly trying to wiggle your butt away the pleasure overriding your senses but sher holds you firm.

"If you cum I won't fuck you" he comments, admiring the beauty of your soaked heat clenching and coating the rubber of his the gloved fingers.

It's a little concerning how fast you started to move at his threat.you didn't even squirm that hard when Sherlock dragged your sorry ass into the room.

Wiggling profusely, Sher meets your whims and let's go of you. leading you to tumble onto the hard wooden floor.

"Ouch" you say pitifully, but your mind is quickly drawn away from that as you feel sher's hand lace itself in your hair. pushing your head to lay flat against the ground. his other hand pulling your hips up to meet something wet and bulbous prodding at your entrance.

You grin sadistically.

Yes...this is what you've been yearning for all day. this is the reward for all your efforts. annoying Sherlock, trashing the living room, and getting that violent spanking. all for Sherlock to use you as his own personal cum doll.You're just as fucked up as he is, if not more.

But you grow concerned when sher doesn't move. So you curiously look up at him from your limited view on the ground.

"Holy shit" you shudder internally.

Now he looks pissed, brows furrowed and lips pressed together into a sharp line his eyes cold and malevolent.

Ah yes, this is your master.. the bad one.And the one that makes you the wettest of them all.

He bores into you expectantly, speaking not a word. Sherlock is a man of principle and justice, so needless to say he wants you to apologize for your egregious behavior.

You swallow your shallow breath before pulling your most innocent angel face at him. And even though sher will act like he's immune and it doesn't help your case. His cock twitches noticeably against your entrance as you bat your baby doll lashes at him.His grip tightening in your hair as he grows just as impatient as you are for release.

Not that he'd admit it but he also needed this badly, some leeway from the stress of his case.

"M'sorry for being a bad girl master" you pout at him cutely.

Nothing, not a blink from him. so you keep going.

Listing every single bad thing you've done for the day as his tip distractingly glosses over your clit.

"And I'm sorry for not getting the-mmph!"

Sherlock breathes out a heavy sigh as he slowly sinks his fat cock in your needy little pussy.

"Keep Apologizing..." He grunts as his cockhead buries itself to the hilt nudging against your little baby room.

"I-i'm sorry I couldn't get the plug In ah!-" You yelp as his cock is pulled out from your hole abruptly.

"Couldn't get it where pet" Sherlock groans as he starts to plunge his cock into you.rutting against every sensitive nerve imaginable.

"I-in my ass..." you whimper writhing your butt against his hips begging for him to ruin you.

"Where!" He growls lowly pounding against a spot that makes both of your eyes roll to the back of your skulls.

"In my ass!!Please Master fuck me!fuck-"

Sherlock fucks into you recklessly. robbing you of your inhibitions and vocabulary in an instant.

"Fuck-daddy fuck pleas-! Ruin me please..."

You whimper whine and moan at his cock, it pulling embarrassing sounds from your body. You and Sherlock rock back and forth inside of each other animalisticly, as if driven by a primal urge.

You feel his big veiny cock pulse inside of you hitting your spot with every rough thrust. his balls clenching and unclenching themselves from the pleasure.

"Master!Master!Master!!!Please-.. Shit-!" You call him over and over again. begging for him to stop or keep going, your mind being too scrambled to decipher between the two.

"You gonna stop being an ungrateful wench"

"Wrecking all the expensive shit I pay for"

Sherlock growls into your ear tugging at your hair while he fucks your pussy aggressively.

"Yes! yes-"" you mewl at him completely under his spell.

"Dumb fucking baby slut, fucking up my nice table- I should fuck you on that table.. breed you till the cum drips out" Sher groans darkly in your ear. his gutteral moans sinking you deeper into the pool of bliss.

"You want me to fuck you dumb hm? Ruin and break you" he taunts.

You nod sickly, slamming your hips to fuck back into him. meeting every one of his sinful thrusts in a circadian rhythm."Is that why you won't let your master get a good day's work in dolly,Need me that badly?" Sherlock starts smacking your ass again and you forget what being human feels like.

"Yes sir!!yes sir-Please I can't help it!" A bit of drool leaks from your mouth seeping onto the floor.

"Well would you look at that, all cock drunk and addicted to my cock"

"You addicted to my cock baby hm?" He coos in a dominant tamber.

"Yes sir! I need it!! I don't know how to act right if I don't have your dick breeding up my little bitch hole-" you bark out your pussy clamping down around him tightly.

"I know prey, your just a dumb little baby princess"

"That pretty little head of yours is just filled with air, You need your master to keep you in line honey don't you"

He places a sinister kiss to your head as he delivers thrust after thrust into your dripping walls. the intense rhythm of his hips unwavering.

"Don't worry honey I'll fix you right up

You know I always do..." He whispers psychotically.

"Y-yes master!" you moan, the program of his influence playing all over your mental state.

"Bad toy....such a naughty little toy...messing up daddy's apartment" he says in between the manipulative kisses.

"Say it princess, tell me your my toy"

You revel in the sound of his voice, it pulling you deeper into the fog of your mind.

"I've.. been a bad toy master!-"

"I-i'm M-masters...Toy" you stutter the command back to him as he pounds you good and deep.

"Good girl, now tell me how bad you want me to fix you" he says, voice dropping to that low gravely octave that could make you do anything.

Sherlock's thrusts become disheveled as his pace slows him finally reaching his orgasm after the countless times you've already cum.It still leaves you spasming around him.

"I-Im a D-dumb little bitch toy master, I-i need you to fix me..." you say all mind broken and too fucked up to care.

"Of course I will sweetness" Sherlock says smirking possessively. placing a tender kiss to your lips, this embrace being the first kindness he's shown you all day.

Even though your senses are shot, you can still register the thick streams of cum coating your walls. But all you can do is lie there, you couldn't walk if you tried.

"Come here honey" the devil of a man picks you up in his arms in an all too gentle manner considering the careless roughness he's subjected your fragile body to.

You lay blank in his arms with slow shallow breaths as Sherlock carries off your form to the training room for a little "tinkering.

Then it'll be off to bed in your cage, some supper if your sir is feeling merciful.

Not like you have a say anyway, you're his after all. Sherlock's obedient little pet.So I hope you learned your lesson little bunny.But if you didn't that's fine too.Sherlock would love nothing more than to wipe the slate of you clean.Taking you apart and putting you back together again until you learn to be his perfect little angel.

His Prey.

#henry cavill smut #x little!reader #henry cavill x reader #dark!henry cavill #daddy!henry cavill x little!reader #henry cavill x female reader #daddy!henry #dark x reader #dark!fic #sherlock x reader

[angelsyd]

Lurker | jjk (sp)

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

genre: college student!reader x stalker!jungkook, dark, angst, bsf!jungkook x reader, light smut, slight Taehyung x reader,

summary: jungkook has been your best friend since your first year of college. Things begin to turn weird when you start to feel eyes behind your back whenever he's not around.

word count:

warnings: stalking, mature themes, blood, manipulation, cursing, death, knifes, entitlement,

notes: this is my first ever fic on here and i'm so excited! hopefully you guys like it. i wrote down this concept a long time ago and now i'm finally writing it. <3

______

You're sitting on your couch attempting to study for an upcoming math exam when you get a call from your best friend, jeon jungkook. You both met in your freshman year of college because you happened to sit next to him during class and he joined you for lunch in the dining hall.  Ever since then you've been inseparable. 

“Hey, are you busy?” Jungkook chirped through the phone. 

“Unfortunately” you huffed. “I have this stupid algebra test next week that I need to study for”

“Just wing it like i always do, it works for me” he chuckled at your misery. 

“Unlike you Jeon, I actually need good grades” you match his playful condescending tone. 

You heard the creak of his bed as he got up. “Well, whatever, I'm coming over,” he announced, then hung up the call.   

Even though you were supposed to be doing your school work, you couldn't help but smile at the fact that he's coming over to see you. You could use some time away from your computer and useless assignments. You lift yourself off the couch into the kitchen to go grab some snacks for when he gets here.

You and Jungkook are lying on the couch with your legs over his lap. You trace your forefinger over the outline of his tattoos while you watch the second season of The Summer I Turned Pretty. 

“Seriously, who the fuck names their kid Belly?”

You smack him over the head with a pillow. “It's short for Isabel!” 

“Then just call her that!” he laughed. 

You guys begin to settle down and continue watching when your phone buzzes from your back pocket. You reach down and open a text from Tae, the guy you met on campus a couple weeks ago. He was a really attractive guy, almost majestic looking, with curled brown locks that contrasted jungkook's sleek raven mane. 

Tae messaged you asking if you were free this Friday because he wanted to take you to a new kbbq restaurant down the street. As you start typing a reply, you see Jungkook take notice and lean towards the screen.

He reads the message and quirks up a questioning eyebrow. “Who's that?” 

You can sense a strong worry sensation coming off from him. He's always been pretty protective of you and around guys who show interest. But you think it's due to him seeing you as the little sister he's never had. And it warmed your heart to think that he felt that way.

“Oh him? We met weeks ago and we started talking pretty soon after that” You smiled thinking about it. 

“Cool” Jungkook replied dryly. He turned back toward the tv with a blank expression plastered on his face. 

You wanted to console and reassure him that Taehyung was a really sweet guy who treats you like a princess, even though we're not even officially dating yet. But you decide otherwise and continue watching Belly fuck up for the millionth time. 

Midnight comes and it's time for Jungkook to return home. His mood seemed to get progressively better as the night went on and he started talking to you like normal again.

“I wish I could spend the night, but I got class in the morning” He frowns standing in the doorway.

“Don't worry about it Jeon, get some sleep” you say, patting his cheek in a caring jest.

You both bid your goodnights and you began cleaning up the mess of blankets and cushions on the couch. You pick up all the stray popcorn that landed on the couch during your fits of laughter and tickle fights initiated by Jungkook. You made your way over to the kitchen sink to wash the dishes, attempting to scrub the butter off the clear bowl. 

clink

The quietness of your apartment made the sound seem ten times louder. You turn around from the sink and peer around the room. You didn't see anything out of the ordinary so you return to cleaning, wiping down the countertops. 

clink clink

You turned your head sharply towards the noise again. It was coming from the screen door. You silently cursed yourself for deciding to live on the first floor. As you continued staring at the door, for some unknown reason you felt a big wave of fear come over your body, as if you were being watched. 

#jungkook #jjk x reader #bts #fanfic #fanfiction #jungkook x reader #taehyung #taehyun x reader #dark x reader #bangtan #bts x reader #jeon jungkook #stalker #sneek peak #spooktober #jjk smut #dark fic #kpop #jeon jungkook x reader

[winniethewife]

My blood would teach me how to love (Santiago "Pope" Garcia x F!reader)

Warnings: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT. Self-harm, cutting, Degradation, Blood, Blood play, hematolagnia, violence, Fear play, Knife play, Pain play, dub-con, PinV, Fembodied, Dacryphilia, fingering, masturbation, Oral (F! receiving), biting, unprotected sex, Over stimulation, Hair pulling, Unrealistic kink (Please don’t do any of this IRL), google translate Spanish.

Minors DNI

For @romana-after-dark 's Dead Dove Do Not Eat December.

Words:1214

Felt so safe in the chaos

Fuck I think I was brainwashed

My tears are just like dust you sweep under the rug yeah

My fears my blood would teach me how to love

She sat in the bathroom, her hand still clutching the razor as the cuts on her thighs bleed. She watches as the red dots of her blood turn to streams. She started to feel the hurt wash away, replaced with the numbness she was seeking. She sighs softly, leaning her head back on the cabinet behind her. Why was everyday so intense, every emotion too much to handle? She was about to clean up when she hears him call her name. Shit. Santiago, she forgot they had a date tonight.

“Cariño? You in here?” Santiago knocks on the bathroom door, before opening it slightly, he looks down at the ground to avert his gaze if she was changing, but instead he comes in contact with her, the blood, the razor…He bites the inside of his lip. He hated how much this scene turns him on. He should be worried, asking if she’s okay, but a mixture of rage and arousal over took his mind. He kneels down and takes the Razor out of her hand. “What the fuck is this? Huh?” He asks the venom in his voice pierces her soul. She looked at him, the fire in his eyes is obvious. She knew he would be disappointed in her, she had been clean for several months now.

“Cariño, you didn’t…Dios mio…fuck.” Pope is fighting with himself, he holds the razor tight…looking at the bloodied metal he loses it. He takes the metal to his own wrist and slides it across his wrist, once… twice …thrice…She looks on in shock.

“Santi…What are you doing?”

“Oh so you can cut yourself but I can’t? That’s idiotic.” He sneered, his eyes darken as he hold his bleeding wrist to her face. “You see this? You see this Tu perra estúpida? You want that? You like that don’t you?” He snarls as he presses the blood on her face, his breathing gets heavier as he watches the fear creeping onto her face, Pope puts the razor on the counter moving to lift her. Once she’s in her arms, he licks the blood off of her face with a growl. He takes her to her bedroom, tossing her on the bed. He takes his pocket knife out of his jeans pocket, he seems like he’s gone completely feral, and losing his sanity inch by inch as both her and his blood starts to appear on the sheets. As he hovers over her he holds the knife to her throat. “Qué putita! Bleeding everywhere for me right? Como la puta que eres.”

“Santi…I-”

“Cállate la boca. I’m gonna show you…Oh I’m gonna show you…” he growls again before yanking off her under wear and moving down to her weeping cunt, lightly dragging his knife along her skin as he moves. He pushes her legs apart with one hand, the other holding the flat side of his knife against her cunt. He felt his cock pressing on his jeans, begging for release, twitching in anticipation. She lays there terrified, but aroused? She feels the cold metal of the knife against her, and she feels a tingle up her spine. She pants as her feels her hear racing as his dark eyes pierce hers. He pulls his belt out of the loops with a loud snap before tossing it to the side. He moves the knife along her inner thigh, he pressed the tip of the knife into her skin just enough to draw the tiniest bit of blood. She whimpers softly, she doesn’t want him to stop, but it also feels so fucking wrong to be doing this.

“Esa es mi niña bonita…” He whispers as he sets the knife aside and pulls his shirt off, undoing his jeans but leaving them on as he looks at her. Lust in his eyes as he situates himself between her legs. He drags his hand along the cuts, staining his hand red, he keeps eye contact with her until his face in her cunt. Laping at her juices as her pushes his tongue along her strip, his nose bumping into her clit again and again drawing moans from her. he takes her blood soaked hand and pulls his cock from his pants, running the red along his cock, he sighs into her pussy at the sensation, as props himself up with is other arm he feels the sting from the cuts. He groans again, the pain feels so good. He lets his teeth graze her as he eats her out like his life depended on it.  Her legs twitch and her cunt clenches on nothing as she starts to feel her climax coming.

“San-Oh god I’m gonna…fuck..” She groans out as her climax comes in waves over her body, the hot pleasure driving her wild. Pope bites down on her as he growls, she lets out a yelp.

“You should have asked if you could cum niñita…Now I have to punish you…” Popes voice was low and gravely as he pulls down his jeans and gets on top of her, tearing her t-shirt off as he grabs at her breasts, getting blood all over her chest as he hungrily bites as her nipples, like he wants to tear her tits off. The tip of his dick pressed on her entrance, not going in just teasing as his pre-cum mixes with the blood and her own release. She lets out a whine as she felt hot tears in her eyes, the pain was good, but it was all so much. Propped up on her elbows she throws her head back in pleasure only to have Santiago grab her by the hair and yank her hair pulling her head back up to look at him.

“Eyes. On. Me.” He commands. He moves up her body, wrapping his arms around her, holding her head to maintain eye contact as he finally thrust into her needy hole. Their bodies drenched in sweat, blood, and tears as he fucks her, fast and hard, not holding back as she digs her nails into his back and tears stream down her face. “Eres tan jodidamente bonita cuando lloras...Mgh…Fuck yes, Perfecta para mi…” He groans as he touches his forehead to his as he thrusts even faster, he feels his climax approaching and he cannot stop. He pushes against her, Pressing his lips to hers, swallowing her moans as he licks into her mouth, biting on her lips, breaking the skin, the metallic taste of blood in his mouth drives him over the edge. His eyes roll back in his head as he coats her walls with his release. His thrusts slow down, the moaning dies down as He holds her close.

Santiago opens his eyes again to see the blood stained bed, his lover covered in blood and sweat, laying limp in his arms as she takes deep, labored breaths. His head starts to clear. He looks them over, both of them covered in red. He pulls out of her, gently kissing her neck as he held her, her soft skin against his. He feels his own tears falling down his face. He presses his forehead against her again as the tears fall from his soft brown eyes.

“Por favor perdóname mi amor…Forgive me… Cariño…”

“Shhh….All is forgiven…Mi vida…Santiago…”

~

Masterlist

Translation:

Tu perra estúpida: You stupid bitch

Qué putita!: What a little bitch!

como la puta que eres.: like the whore you are.

Cállate la boca.: Shut your mouth

Esa es mi niña bonita: That's my pretty girl

Eres tan jodidamente bonita cuando lloras; You're so fucking pretty when you cry

Perfecta para mi: perfect for me

#santiago pope garcia smut #santiago garcia reader #x reader #santiago garcia x reader #dark fanfiction #dark smut #dark #santiago pope garcia x reader #santiago pope garcia #triple frontier fanfic #triple frontier smut #triple frontier x reader #triple frontier fanfiction #dead dove do not eat #dead dove fic #dark x reader #oscar issac smut #deaddovedecemeber2023 #dddne #tw self harm #tw knives #tw blood #tw kink #tw cutting #dubcon #pain play #blood play #fear play #Spotify

[anna99blog]

Dark x Reader: Nightly Expedition

The night has always amazed you. No matter what people said or how they feel about it, it never ceases your curiosity of what goes on when the sun sets. And this particular night was no different. You wanted to try and get a picture of a rare Eastern Screech Owl, a species of bird rarely seen by human eyes. So, gathering your camera, some snacks, a warm jacket, pocket knife, and your drawing supplies, you were ready for your little expedition. You left your home just as the sun was setting and began making your way to the woods ahead of you. By the time the sun's rays and the blue skies hid themselves behind the hills and mountains, the moon and the stars take their place. It was a wonderful sight as you walked through the woods. You can see the many animals walking up from the day's slumber, the moon shining brightly in the dark sky, and the plants surrounding you showing all new sets of colors. It is a beautiful sight to be hold. It was so beautiful, that you couldn't help but take your camera out and snap a few pictures of the environment around you. However, as you were doing that, you were completely unaware of the mysterious figure watching you from afar. His bright blue eyes observing you, watching your actions, making sure he isn't seen nor heard before deciding to make his way towards you.

You catch a picture of some Gardenia Augustas, a white flower that blooms only in the darkest of nights. It is also your favorite kind of flower (if it's not, then you can pretend that it's something else). As you were looking at the photo on your camera, you hear what sounded like rustling coming from one of the bushes behind you. You turn around, a light gasp escaping your lips as you did so. You look towards the bushes, which hasn't stopped shaking. Your brows furrowed a little, and your heart beat quickened. You place your camera down on a Boulder and you take one small step towards the shrubs. As you did, however, a small brown and white rabbit appears, it's small nose twitching, catching all the scents surrounding it. You let out a small sigh of relief. As you turn around, you look at your camera, and to your surprise, you see the same white flower you took a picture of on top of your camera. You pick up the delicate plant, being careful not to damage it. At that moment, you start to think 'who could have done something like this?' As you thought this, you could have swore you heard something from behind you, but you couldn't decipher what it was. Deciding not to think too much of it, you continued your trek through the woods.

You didn't have to travel far, as when you walked, you heard the screeching sounds coming from the high tree tops. You look up, your eyes widening in pure amazement. There, perching on a branch of an oak tree, you see your target, the Eastern Screech Owl. You couldn't believe your own eyes. You bring out your camera, being as quiet as you can. Making sure the frame and lighting are just right, you snap a few pictures of the bird before it decided to fly off into the night sky, leaving behind the sounds of screeching as it flew away. You look at the photos you've taken, feeling very satisfied with your findings. You couldn't help but wonder if there was someone or something helping you throughout your small journey. As you make the trek back to your home, a dark figure watches your form leave the woods, a soft smile appearing on his face. Feeling happy for what he did, he leaves the woods to finish up his nightly duties.

#Orion and the Dark #Dreamworks Animation #dark x reader

[thisisarcanereverie]

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.

Now if you can interact or want to, please do! Like, reblog, reply!

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. 

///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////

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?

////////////////////////////////////////////

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.

#x reader #mcu #marvel x reader #mcu x reader #marvel #dark jake lockely x reader #dark!moonknight #dark steven grant x reader #dark marc spector x reader #dark mcu #dark x reader #yandere #jake lockely smut #jake lockely x reader #jake lockley #marvel cinematic universe #marc spector smut #marc spector x you #marc x reader #steven grant angst #steven grant smut #steven grant x reader #steven grant #moon knight smut #moon knight x reader #mcu moon knight #moon knight #oscar issac characters #oscar issac x reader #oscar issac hernandez estrada