okay, seeing the love for some boys content! i have some ideas/wips, what would you rather read?
(there's a summary of each wip, and then a poll. spoilers for those who haven't watched the boys yet!)
1. homelander x lead exec!reader - you're the new puppet lead executive after madelyn's death, and he wants to exert the same control on you that she used to have on him (dark)
2. homelander x childhood friend!reader - you were a high-level vought employee's daughter, and would spend time and study with homelander at the lab he grew up in. now, 30 years later, it's his vought-sanctioned birthday and he's showed up at your door (angsty)
3. billy butcher x ryan's caretaker!reader - you're tasked with taking care of ryan after becca's death, and you both always get a gruff and grumpy visitor (fluff)
4. soldier boy x scientist!reader - you're the scientist who discovered the compound that incapacitated him and was what allowed him to be experimented on and put out of commission for so long. so, along with his original team, you're next on his hit list (dark)
hello everyone! you may be wondering where i've been (though you probably haven't, as I have a habit of not posting for ages) but I have been going through the ringer of my i.b. exams - the last of which are tomorrow!
as a little celebration and a way to dip my feet back into writing, i want to host a small writing celebration to give me a little something to do after I finish my exams.
so please feel welcome to send me some requests for people you wanna see me write about, especially those I haven't yet written for!
i'm hoping to post under 1k drabble-types as responses but when have I ever stuck to a word limit, hey? smut, fluff, angst and dark content is all welcome!
(rules under the cut)
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writing don't's!
โ no under-18/kid readers as part of plot (highschool age for e.g. stranger things & teen wolf is fine as long as the actor is over 18 - so no s.t. kids!)
โ i'm not qualified to write about stuff like eating disorders, self harm or other mental illness especially from a reader's perspective
โ kinks like ddlg/age play, anal penetration, bodily fluids (besides blood and cum)
โ I do not write real person fiction
โ while generally POC reader requests is okay, i can't write specific races for charcaters besides desi readers (cause i'm desi myself)
who i write for! (you're fine to request others, too)
โ from stranger things, i write for eddie munson, robin buckley, billy hargrove or steve harrington
โ from marvel, i write for bucky barnes, steve rogers, natasha romanoff, jake lockley, marc spector, steven grant, layla el-faouly and miguel o'hara
โ from harry potter, i write for cedric diggory, fred weasley, ron weasley, remus lupin, sirius black, regulus black and james potter
โ from star wars, i write for poe dameron, or din djarin (the mandalorian)
โ from triple frontier, i write for frankie morales and santiago garcia
โ miscellaneous oscar isaac characters i write for include basil stitt, jonathan levy, duke leto, kane and orestes (agora)
โ miscellaneous pedro pascal characters i write for include joel miller, javier peรฑa, jack daniels (agent whiskey), dio morrissey
โ miscellaneous sebastian stan characters i write for include lee bodecker, carter baizen and charles blackwood
โ miscellaneous dylan o'brien characters i write for include thomas (maze runner), stiles stilinski, and stuart (the internship)
โ other miscellaneous characters include felix catton (saltburn) and paul atriedes (dune) and tess servopoulos (the last of us)
i'll update when i've stopped taking requests, but for now, anyone can request as they wish!
ty again for participating in my event! a little something for your fic good girl
ooh this is so cute thank you!! steve was definitely looking at reader like this in my fic haha. and what a good opportunity to get into writing for boyd holbrook! everyone go support (or contribute to) tox's boyd-a-thon
@rafesthroatbaby as always: thanks for being THE person that always tags me in tag games. I LOVE U for that and I loved doing this tag game ๐ค๐ค๐ค
here are mine
no pressure tags: @alwaysadreamingoptimist (darling look at those moons!!! ๐) @cute-sucker @toxicanonymity @spaghettificationandpretzels @strang3lov3 @alerionjkeee @sadfury @alwaysmicado @mayonegg6 @beansricejc @kaislittlelamb
๐ ๐จ๐จ๐ ๐ ๐ข๐ซ๐ฅ - slightly dark!steve murphy x reader
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summary ||ย in which the reader parties a little too hard, and then gets the d.e.a. at her door.
a/n || this is for @toxicanonymity's boyd-a-thon fundraiser where $10 is donated to PCRF for every (up until 30 total) fic she gets about a Boyd Holbrook character. this is the link for more information on the writing event: boyd-a-thon!! I think it's so fun: building community, getting some great content and donating to a very worthy cause. if you're interested, please check them and the fundraiser out.
โต warnings for specific content before the divider, please heed them
โต technically ooc to steve in the show, and is set pre-connie, when he was working DEA in Florida.
โต not proofread
โต comment/message if you'd have a request
warnings ||ย smutty/slightly dark
โต !! reader is somewhat inebriated and is coaxed into compliance to a certain extent !!
โต !! civilian/handcuffed criminal & officer power dynamic; ergo, abuse of power !!
โต dubcon
โต manhandling/cloth ripping
โต abuse of power
โต groping
she really wasn't the typical co-ed.
especially compared to her classmates, she tried so hard to stay away from the frat boys, the sweaty, horrible sex, and the copious amounts of substances. she'd promised her parents as much, and they'd threatened to otherwise cut off their support, so, she made sure to be as prim and proper as possible.
of course, she wasn't a nun. she drank, smoked if a cig was offered, had a few bad hook-ups, but come on. compared to everyone else? she was the virgin Mary.
and she'd told her parents as much, when they'd found out about her post-lecture activities.
unfortunately, that wasn't quite enough.
she had poured out her sorrows to her boyfriend- well, situationship - mark, as he kept instructing the bartender to pour her drinks, in the small, poorly lit, but quiet, bar.
"they won't pay my tuition or rent." she pouts, "I'll have to get an job, and then I won't be able to study - and then-" he shushes her with a sloppy kiss.
"you'll be fine." he assures, and she's just drunk enough not to realize he's saying that so he can get her into his bed faster.
it works, and, by one a.m., they'd gotten back to his, had sex, and she'd passed out. he wasn't a heartless bastard, though, he makes her some breakfast the next morning, and finally, properly, listens to her woes.
"i'm just so stressed. and I dunno if they'll - wellโฆ forgive me." she groans, rubbing her temples. he sighs, looking across at her contemplatively.
"you know what you need?" he muses, "to relax. thank god spring break is coming up, we should go somewhere." he suggests, squeezing her hand.
"somewhere? mark, the only place I can afford is the local diner." she scoffs, making him laugh, rolling his eyes.
"i'll pay for you." she blinks, looking up at him curiously.
"what?" she knew he came from a pretty well-off family, but that was a pretty big gift.
"yeah, c'mon. you've been such a recluse the last 2 years, s'what your friends say. let's go to Miami beach, hmm?" he smiles, hugging her as he noses up her neck. her face flushes, going warm.
"mi-miami b-beach? are you kidding me, mark? that's not you being good to me, that's - so expensive." he laughs at her worry.
"you're worth it." that makes her smile, "gotta make my girl feel better, right? besidesโฆ" his voice quietens conspiratorially, "I wanna finally corrupt you." laughing, she swats at his hands.
"corrupt? mark!" her tone is scolding, but it does little to deter mark.
"live a little, baby." he hums into her neck.
her face grows hotter.
"whatever you say."
--
miami was one of the warmest places she'd been to. always with a thin sheet of sweat, and always with one of those gimmicky, hand-held fans, she kept a firm hand in mark's to avoid the scammers, and worse, the creeps. he laughs at her apprehension, helping her into the taxi to their hotel.
it was small, with just a simple bed, but mark assured her it's fine because they'd hardly be there anyways. she wondered what that meant.
she immediately found out what it meant, that night, when mark drags her to one of the massive parties held at the nearby clubs and at the beaches. surrounded by primarily college students, mark keeps a hand on her hips as they navigate the party. "get a drink?" he shouts over the music and chatter, and she nods, pressed against him so she doesn't get lost.
she gets something with ice, not really caring about the actual drink - just needing to cool off. mark sways to the music, holding her close, and she giggles as he tries to get her to dance with him.
"c'mon, baby, loosen up." she pouts.
"I don't wanna sweat, mark." he laughs, wiggling his eyebrows.
"that's the whole point. besides, I'll have you sweating by morning, anyways." his tone drips with innuendo, and she rolls her eyes playfully, pushing away his face. he evades, dipping his head and playfully biting her jaw, making her squeak.
"loosen up." he insists, and she giggles.
"fine."
the night went on for way too long. after one drink, she started dancing with mark. after two, they started making friends. after three, they got invited to someone's hotel room, where she's already a little woozy from the alcohol and heat.
"you wanna try something?" mark asks, leading her into the hotel bathroom, and locking the door, "scored some nice shit for us." he grins, fishing a baggie from his pocket. her eyes widen in slight horror and significant shock.
"what the hell, mark?" she mumbles, lips a little numb, but he dismisses her with a wave of his hand.
"it's fine, baby, loosen up." she looks at him indignantly.
"it's not fine, mark! isn't it really addictive? and really illegal?" she hisses, voice lowered out of worry someone outside will hear them. he rolls her eyes.
"baby, I've been on this stuff with sophomore year, and you didn't even know. s'not that addictive, and you just gotta be a little careful. that's what you got me for." he pulls her into him, both of them leaning on the sink counter. "besidesโฆ you gonna rat me out?" he jokes, making her cheeks warm.
"noโฆ" she murmurs meekly. he kisses her cheek.
"good! then we won't get in trouble. you trust me, right baby?" his voice has just that perfect mix of pleading and reassurance, and she sighs.
"yes."
"atta girl! you're in for the night of your life."
it wasn't the night of her life, it was a whole week. every day was the same routine, late morning with a greasy breakfast to combat the hangover, afternoon at the beach, early dinner, and the trawling for a party. they'd drink, dance, and then find a bathroom to fuck in, which wasn't too different than what they did on normal weekends, but this week, she had the added intake of coke to sustain the lifestyle.
it was euphoric, and unlike any experience she'd have. a little gross, what with the snorting, but mark wasn't too bad with the aftercare. he never told her where he got his supply, and she never asked. who'd she tell, right?
at least, that's what she figured until the party they were at got raided by the d.e.a. she squeals in shock as she hears the harsh shouts of some officers, and mark is quick to press his hand tightly over her mouth, pressing a finger to his lips to motion her to shut the fuck up.
he slowly readjusts her skirt to place it back above her hips, but it's a shoddy job, and they breathe into each other's mouths as they wait in silence, hoping the locked door will be inconspicuous enough that they can't get caught.
unfortunately not.
a sharp knock on the door makes her jolt again, mind already a little fuzzy from the start of the party, and the voice that accompanies it is as intimidating as she'd imagined.
"d.e.a., open up!" they command. she goes to comply, but mark immediately pulls her back, gripping her hard enough to hurt, making her eyes widen in shock. he looks at her with eyes saying what the fuck are you thinking?! and she looks back with i'm scared. the knocks don't stop, "want me to break this damn door down?" the voice threatens, and mark grits his teeth in annoyance as he secedes, unlocking the door.
a man - built, taller than her, maybe mark's height - with blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, raises an amused brow at the pair.
"look who we have here, brady." he tilts his head to call for his partner, who comes clambering back into the room, whistling in excitement.
"yeah, they'll do. c'mon, you two." he gestures mark and her to walk out, "we need to have a few words."
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she was now sitting in the back of a cop car, handcuffed, feeling tears brimming in her eyes.
after handcuffing the two, steve and brady had flipped a coin to decide who got to interrogate the pretty little thing, and who got the dweeby boyfriend. brady's luck was really not on his side this week - even his cards had been screwing his over on his nights - and he rolled his eyes as he, rather forcefully, shoved mark in a patrol car.
steve grinned as he opened her door for her - almost like a gentleman - making sure she was nicely settled before starting the ignition.
she wasn't hurt, sure, but god, was she scared. she was always such a good girl - and she'd just gotten arrested?! halfway across the country, while on vacation?! she felt like a complete idiot, and she was starting to feel pretty bitter towards mark for even roping her into this.
her lip had quivered as she heard steve talking about his eta to the station, and she was now dejectedly tearing up at the thought of having this on her record.
she's a good girl.
that was what she was telling herself, and what steve was gleefully realizing, as he glanced back at her in the rearview mirror.
"y'ain't been caught up in this kinda stuff before, have ya?" he finally breaks the near-silence, and it makes her glance up at the little dit of his profile she can discern in the dark car.
"n-no, officer." she finally stutters out, throat dry. he notices, passing her some water.
"hot as a bitch, ain't it?" he hums, tone friendly, and it makes her soften as she gulps the liquid down.
"yeahโฆ it is." there's another moment of silence, before she realizes they're coming to a stop. at a pretty abandoned street corner. she looks around, confused, before she sees steve turning in his seat to face her.
"why don't you an' I have a li'l chat right here, darlin'?" he proposes, and she immediately tenses in discomfort.
"whโฆ why not at the station?" he laughs, a little breathily.
"why would I go all the way to the station, when you can tell me what ya know right here, right now, without worrying yer pretty little head about yer record. ya do know coke abuse, now, that's a pretty serious crime, darlin'." he drawls, eyes grazing over her body. she bites her lip.
to have no real record of this? that would be amazingโฆ
"umโฆ okay? I guess, what - what did you wanna ask me?" she doesn't know if she can meet his eyes. it makes her core pulse.
"now, you don't look like you were the one gettin' those goodies. who was givin' 'em to ya, hmm?"
"my - uhโฆ" she inhales sharply, unsure if she can rat out mark. she really doesn't want to; he's good to her. most of the time. "some guy at the party." it's not technically a lie, which makes steve scoff more pronounced.
"it was yer friend, darlin'. or was it boyfriend? based on that li'l bathroom debacle, seems like he's yer boyfriend." he teases.
her cheeks heat, flush obvious even though he can hardly make out her face, just from her shifting alone. why was she suddenly so shy about the label?
"it's not really like thatโฆ" and why is she trying to assure this officer that she's not taken?
"yeah, darlin', s'what I figured - after all, you're name's spillin' out of his mouth accordin' to my partner." her eyes widen in horror.
"wait, what?!"
"yeah, that's what he's sayin' - that ya went out back and then came in with a baggie." steve has to hide his smile, because he almost adores the little look on her face which tries - and fails - to conceal her conflicting emotions of betrayal, disgust and confusion. steve knows just why - mark probably isn't that type of guy. and Steve knows that, cause he just made that little tidbit up, "so, what's it gonna be, darlin'? i'd definitely have to take you in if my only talkin' witness says yer the culprit."
her eyes sting with frustration and fear, and small whimper of discomfort bubbles in her throat.
"fine, fine. it was him, he's been buying coke for most of the past few nights. but I don't know where he gets it from." she insists, deflating a little in the backseat. that causes steve to wave his hand dismissively.
"ain't gotta be worried 'bout that, darlin', he can rat out his own friends." he assures, before humming in satisfaction, "see? now, was that so hard?" his drawl is condescending, and she picks at a hangnail. "yer a good girl, darlin', ya shouldn't protect guys like that." he assures, nonchalantly tugging her fingers away from each other so she doesn't continue the fidget-y, destructive behavior. "what's he even got goin' fer ya fer ya t'wanna save his ass?" he muses, a predatory smile on his face. she thinks it looks cruel.
"he's not a bad guy, he's not some drug lord, he's just gotten too caught up in all-"
"s'he yer man?" he cuts through her timid explanations. he's asking again, with a direct purpose this time. "girl like youโฆ he wouldn't know a damn thing 'bout handling ya." he teases, hands moving down from where he's keeping her fingers from picking at themselves, and onto her knees that poked out, bare, under her short, somewhat flowy dress. "ain't I right, darlin'? he could never treat ya right, could he?"
she stills in utterly shock, before sliding her ass back until it slammed the backrest, effectively jolting away from him. "what are you doing?!" she gasps, and it makes him grip her knees harder, pulling her towards him.
"s'okay, m'jus' talkin' ta ya, darlin'." he assures, thumbs rubbing circles into her skin to soothe her. it hardly works, and she feels a paradoxical discomfort in her throat and arousal between her legs. "answer me, then. he treat ya like ya deserve?"
her breath hitches, "I - i don't know what that means-" she admits, too flustered to even let out a coherent thought. he tuts in disappointment.
"then he's a bigger bastard than I thought. not worshippin' a girl like youโฆ" he goes quiet, before a throaty groan leaves him. "it's a cryin', fuckin' shame." he grips her thighs so tightly that she winces, and the little noise is enough to make him go crazy. before she can process, he's out of the front seat, and climbing next to her in the back. her hands are stiff cuffed, and it allows him to move her body easily to be pressed against the opposite door, giving him plenty of room to slide in. "ya wanna have a real man, darlin'? tha's wha' it is? these fuckin' college boys should know better than to disappoint ya, huh - tryna play with the big boys with that li'l baggie you were snortin'?" his words are rough, heavy, fast and overlapping, and she's quickly overwhelmed purely by his presence. his mouth is on hers before she can stop him, but it doesn't exactly seem to him that she would have - the way her lips press back against his hungrily and her tongue flicks out curiously.
a soft moan escapes her, and he grabs the collar of the low-cut dress, ripping it straight down her middle. "oh my god-!" she tries to gasp, but his bruising kiss shuts her up as he gropes her breasts hard enough to make her whimper and squirm.
"thatta girl, wanna li'l rough lovin'?" his eyes are wild and ecstatic, looking down at her as he pants in anticipation. he slowly begins to undo his shirt, and her eyes widen as she follows the movement of his deft fingers down his button-up, greedily savoring the slivers of skin that are exposed underneath. he finally pulls it off, lean body more defined in the dim light of the back alley, shadows accentuating the curves of his biceps, as he places his hands on the door either side of her face, leaning down to mouth at her neck.
for a moment, it's romantic, and then, it's desperate. the taut skin of her neck is the meal to his starved kisses and bites, painful and arousing nibbles trailing down her neck and the newly exposed skin of her chest from where he'd ripped her dress.
"officer, wait-" he presses a hand quickly over her mouth - with the reflexes of a trained law enforcement agent - and the protest dies in her throat. she's almost grateful - she would have sounded like a right hypocrite when she inevitably moaned during her attempt at protest.
"don't ya say a word, darlin'. just stay sittin' pretty for me, hmm?" his voice is so rough that it's almost mean, but she nods obediently, letting him work his way down her body. she gasps as his tongue darts out and flicks once at the elastic of her underwear, body jittering in anticipation and needs.
"Murphy, come in." the crackle of his police radio snaps them both from their pleasure, and the both whip their heads to look at it. steve looks like he wants to murder something, blue balls making his muscles twitch. when he goes to ignore it and continue enjoying his lovely company, he has to resist the urge to shoot his partner when brady speaks again, "come in, murph, he gave us a lead on the supplier. they want us on it, now." steve thinks maybe he should finally get into that meditation bullshit.
he slams the car door shut as he gets out of the backseat, leg bouncing in annoyance and need. he lights a cigarette, before picking up the radio. "brady, I hear ya. we'll be there in 10." he clambers back into the car, slowly driving out of the alleyway, tapping on the steering wheel, antsy. realizing he's still taking her to the station, she exclaims an incredulous 'what?!'
"wait, but you said-"
"no one's gonna know about yer fuckin' drugs." he snaps, a scowl on his face. he glances at her nude body only lightly contoured with the scrappy fabric of her dress. he throws his jacket back her to cover herself up.
"then why am I coming with you?" she asks in a soft voice, more reserved and less emotional.
"you're gonna sit in my office, and wait till I get back from that bust, ya got that darlin'?" her eyes widen in shock, but the harsh look in his eyes tells her not to argue. the pulse in her core also reminds her of it.
** all works are x reader (written as x fem!reader but most are/can be read as gender neutral)
** this masterlist includes all fandoms i write for - if you have a suggestion with another fandom/character, you can still request it, and i can see if i know them/am willing to write for them
** this is a dark blog; all content comes with content warnings and is 18+ !!
Here are some raider fics I've publicly reblogged or recommended over the past 10-11 months or so. All of these writers are lovely and have more works you should check out. I also have several raider fics of my own on @toxicanonymity.
Beastly by @ezrasversion
The Wrong Way by @romana-after-dark
Stranger than a Stranger by @proxima-writes
Guard Dog by @romana-after-dark
Bullet for You, Darlin' by @kewwrites
Smack my Bitch Up by @milla-frenchy
The World is Not Made for You by @corazondebeskar-reads
A Kindness you can't afford by @joelscruff
Run Rabbit by @justagalwhowrites
Valentine's day by @darkuselesssomebody
Devotion by @noxturnalpascal (main quality is cult leader)
You have been warned by @bonezone44
These are my personal recs, not a comprehensive list of all raider AUs. I've also previously shared an entire rec list by @dins-riduur-anthe too.
NOTES: I don't expect this to grow significantly. I don't read all dark fics, and my pedro reading in general has been declining. Linking to your own reblogs is best practice in case the original gets deleted. Please click through to the original posts for masterlists, which may have been updated. Some of these I've shared multiple times but have a poor tagging history.
๐ง๐๐๐๐๐ฅ๐๐๐'๐ค - dark!raider!joel miller x reader
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summary ||ย in which the reader wants a valentine's gift, but Joel's not exactly her boyfriend
a/n || i'm so shocked i haven't written dark!joel before?? i love him, your honor. also, for the raider!joel concept, though overall popular for fanfic, i was personally super inspired by @toxicanonymity and @romana-after-dark. they both have fantastic raider!joel content, please check them out!!
โต warnings for specific content before the divider, please heed them, this may be triggering content!
โต technically ooc to joel in the show, but his dark past is hinted at so yeah
โต not proofread
โต comment/message if you'd have a request
warnings ||ย smut/dark (dddne)
โต !! reader is held captive and is experiencing stockholm syndrome. other women to which the same this is occurring are mentioned !!
โต dubcon sex
โต unprotected sex
โต manhandling
โต controlling dynamics
โต slight degradation
โyou have to do something for her.โ
joel wonders how, as his younger brother, tommy always seemed to be nagging him, instead of the other way around. his face pinches in a scowl.
"the fuck i look like? cupid?" he growls back at his brother, rifle sagging on one of his shoulders, forcing him to readjust. tommy rolls his eyes.
"ya even have john and michael doin' somethin' special for their girls." he reminds joel how the other men in the group, with their own souvenirs, at least showed their consideration of the humanity of these girls on valentine's.
"she probably don't even know." joel grumbles, and tommy snorts.
"oh, she knows what valentine's is. the other girls told her. said she'd have liked some clothes."
"the fuck she need clothes for, ya sayin' i can't dress my girl?" joel, ever defensive, hates being talked down to by his little brother.
he hates more the fact that she seems to tell tommy so much more about herself than she does joel.
"y'can dress her, joel." tommy sighs. "but it won't hurt if she wears somethin' other than yer crusty flannels once in a while."
joel rolls his eyes, but he, luckily, doesn't have to entertain the rest of the conversation. a deer rustles the branches of a tree in the distance. joel's a better shot than his brother, always has been. but he's also less agile. as he's about to shoot, his foot crunches on a stick.
the shot still hits the deer's back, but it's a far cry from the headshot he was aiming for. he swears under his breath, but him and tommy are both already stalking the wounded prey, the same glow of determination and predation in their eyes.
they were still family, after all.
she used to never be able to sit still. pre-apocalypse, that meant she was always either fiddling with something, reading a book, or talking but... in the past few years, it meant a lot more silent stimulation. it was okay, she got by counting petals of flowers to herself or tracing the veins of leaves with her fingers to keep her mind occupied.
but the one thing she'd never given up was company. she'd had family, or friends, in every walk of this horrible turn of events, until 6 months ago.
when she was snatched away from her cruel life by an even crueler man. stripping her of autonomy and privacy were mild in comparison to her loss of company. the only other people in the house leered or jeered in her presence.
she was usually locked away from them anyways. in a tall tower she couldn't even use her hair to escape from; kept captive for the satisfaction and pleasure of a bad, bad man.
that's what made her head spin, though. because he wasn't always. yes, he was always sullen, and scowling, rough around the edges and calloused in his touch. but he wasn't always bad.
he'd fixed the bathtub of the house they were squatting in so she could revel in warmth if he wasn't around.
he risked his life for a new pack of cards and even a few books so she could keep her occupied.
and he would sometimes press gentle kisses to her forehead when he slept beside her, unbeknownst to himself, and without realizing the effect he had on her.
when the other men had started getting antsy about her being the only girl around (with her obvious off-limits status), joel relented and let them bring back their own. it was to avoid mutiny and maintain control, sure, but... it gave her company, too. and that was important to her.
the women would confide in her. first, of their fears and then, of their growing affections for their own men. it made her happy, vindicated.
she wasn't alone in her stockholm syndrome.
she's looking at the flowers that michael got for jessica. it's almost comical, with that kinda man and their kinda relationship. but jess liked it - really liked it - and that's all that mattered. john had promised anna something too, which she was talking about as the front door opened.
a dead deer was carried in by the miller brothers, and then some of the other men helped bring it out back to the shed, where they'd scavenge enough to feed the group for the week. as she always does, she approaches and stands in front of joel, greeting him in a low voice. he regards her with a once over, nodding, before his head tilts incrementally up, signalling to his bedroom.
she nods shyly, retreating to the room on the upper floor as joel delegates some tasks, before coming up to join her. she's looking out the window - barred, 'for her protection'- and he finally speaks up.
"what did ya do?" he asks gruffly, referring to the events in his absence.
"played some cards." she smiles softly as she faces him, "talked to anna and jessica." that makes him grimace a little, and she's confused.
"what about?" she shrugs.
"stuff. john and michael are gettin' them things, i guess?" she says it unsurely, "they say it's for 'valentines'?" she says the word curiously, as if wondering if it was something the 4 had made up, or if it was a real celebration. his grimace worsens: he hates when tommy's right. feigning innocence, he continues,
"what's that, then?" she looks at the floor shyly.
"like... a celebration? of... relationships, partners, that sorta thing." it's vague, but it's all she knows.
"huh." joel doesn't continue it further, and he goes silent, as he looks around the room to change out of his dirty clothes.
she sits on the bed, watching him move around, and with every passing moment of silence, her worry grows. did she say something wrong? was he mad? what happened?
when he finally goes to join her, he manhandles her to face away from him. that only makes her more upset, and she feels the prickle of tears in her eyes, as she lays down, and he joins her a moment later.
laying behind her as she feels a tear roll down her cheek, he doesn't realize how upset he's made her: he'd only asked her to turn around so he could fall asleep with the scent of her hair.
she wakes up after he's already left.
she sighs, rubbing her eyes, that always ended up a little inflamed after she cried. there's a little wetness on her pillow, and she flips it so joel doesn't see.
tommy's downstairs, having saved a fruit for her breakfast. she takes it gratefully, cutting it up and fiddling with the bite-sized pieces.
there's something on her mind - tommy, he notices these things. he wished his brother would, too.
"he's getting supplies." he assures her, knowing what was agitating her. she snaps out of it.
"hmm?" she pops a piece in her mouth, sweetness exploding on her tastebuds as she bites into it, "oh. right, yeah." she realizes what he's saying, "didn't he just get some?" tommy shrugs.
"he likes to go out to the abandoned mall - it clears his head." that makes her squirm.
"is he mad?" she mumbles, and tommy pats her shoulder.
"at you? never."
it wasn't exactly true, she thought. he's gotten mad before: if she talks too much to the others, when she doesn't listen to him, or when she finds herself in danger.
tommy knows joel's not mad in those moments. he's just terrified of what could possibly happen to his girl.
after finishing her fruit, she curls up under the blanket upstairs, wanting some time to herself. humming a melody - she thinks it's one that the guys will sing in an off-key fashion when they get particularly drunk - she tries to occupy herself by counting each of the little plaster bumps in the ceiling, and then all the small flowers on the dingy wallpaper of the room.
she gets to 78 when the door swings open. jolting awake, she makes eye contact with joel, who's looking down at her form under the covers.
"somethin' happen?" his voice is less gruff than usual, and she shakes her head.
"nope. just waiting." she gives him a weak, shaky smile. he doesn't return, but he doesn't click his tongue in annoyance, either. it's a win in her books.
he's got a backpack, and it looks pretty full. she wants to ask what's inside, but she knows he'll tell her if he wants to. he sighs, sitting on the edge of the bed. she scoots over so he has space.
"let me see you." he instructs, and she sits up, crawling out of the covers. sure enough, she's wearing one of his flannels for warmth, and had slipped into a pair of his boxers instead of her otherwise nonexistent pajama shorts. he's silent for a long moment, before he brings his fingers to examine the material. goddamn, was it old, frayed almost everywhere, and the chest pocket had a hole. he sighs, finally speaking, "comfy?"
she blinks, confused, "huh?"
"'re ya comf'rtable?" he repeats, voice gruffer. she lets out a nervous exhale. was it a trick?
"ye-yes. yeah, i'm comfy." she assure, and he hums.
"heard ya want somethin' new." he finally looks her in the eyes, something he doesn't do all that often. she shuts her eyes, cheeks heating in embarrassment and worry. dammit, tommy, she thinks, knowing the younger man had told joel about her offhand comment on clothes.
"it's fine, i'm happy with this." she splutters out quickly, hoping she won't upset him. he sees right though it though.
"yeah, yeah." he scoffs, waving a dismissive hand, as he gets up. her heart clenches, wondering if he was really angry, when he reaches for the backpack, throwing it at her.
it's not an aggressive throw, and lands on the mattress beside her.
"open it." he instructs, and she swallows thickly, unsure what to expect. the zipper is a little worn, but she eases it open... only to find not only clean but colorful clothes inside. she looks up at him in confusion.
"what...?" and for the first time in a while, there's just a hint of a smirk curling at his lips.
"go try 'em on." he encourages. giddily, she beams as she gets up, taking the bag of clothes into the cropped bedroom. he slumps back on the bed, trying to will away his fatigue. it'd been a hassle to collect all the clothes - more so, to find clean one he thought she'd like - so he leans back, waiting for her to return.
she lays out the clothes on the cramped sink counter space, starting with a simple pair of slightly flared jeans, pairing it with a light blue cropped cardigan. she goes out to show him, an obvious pep in her step.
he looks up as she enters, eyes trailing up and down her body, including the way the outfit fits her curves, and the slight glimpse of midriff.
"don't you look pretty?" he drawls, and, though it almost sounds sarcastic with his hard features, a light smile plays on her lips. she tries on 4 other outfits she could make out of the 10 articles of clothing he got her, and he seems to like each one even better. sure, he'd taken the initiative to ensure all of them were a little revealing - he deserved an eyeful for his hard work, after all - but she seemed genuinely happy, and the bright smile on her face almost rivals the cleavage that she shows off in some of the outfits.
when she shows him the final outfit, he pats the space on the bed next to him, and she obliges, sitting beside him.
"happy?" he finally murmurs, pulling her closer by the hem of her pants, and she nods excitedly.
"very." she assures, softening, "thank you." she doesn't need to clarify her sincerity, as it pours out in her tone. he caresses her cheek with his calloused thumb.
"good girl. you make sure to tell the girls." she almost laughs, knowing she'd show off the gift in the same way jess and anna have been with theirs. he wanted it to be known that fucking michael and john couldn't treat a better than he could, "got one more thing f'r you." he pulls her so she's standing, procuring two more pieces of small fabric from his pockets.
she inspects them, eyes widening a little when she realizes it's lingerie. he glances back at him, and he has a brazen and unashamed glint in his eyes. she's about to make a joke that this one seems more a gift for him than for her, but refrains, obliging with a small nod of her head, and taking it to the bathroom.
she strips out of her clothes, pulling up the lace fabric. the panties are practically a thong, shaping her ass nicely, while the bra enhances and perfects the curve of her tits, a small, red bow in between the cups, matching the bow on the hem of her panties.
she looks hot, and damn, is his taste good.
going back outside, a noise escapes his throat - like a guttural growl. he signals her to turn, and she does, giving her an ample view of her ass. he grabs her by the hips as she does, and she squeaks, as he pushes her down on the bed.
"oh!" she gasps, trying to sit up, but he's on top of her in a moment, mouthing at her neck roguishly, a sloppy trail left in his wake.
her skin erupts in goosebumps, but she knows better than to touch him when he gets like this - his need for dominance forbidding it. her hands grip the covers to ground herself, as his lips trail downwards, cheekily biting the bow of her bra, and taking a nip of her skin along with it. she moans, jolting, and he slaps her thigh - but gently. he's not meaning to hurt her - and trust her, she can tell when he is.
"stay still." he hisses, finally parting from her torso to marvel at her, "good lord, gonna fuck you in all this, sweetheart." he mumbles, more to himself than anything else, as his hands cup her breasts framed in the bra, squeezing softly so as to not damage the material.
usually, he'd revel in pushing her down to choke on his cock, and, when he was feeling more generous, he'd go down on her like a ravenous man.
but he was a simple man, who had been generous enough tonight. and he wasn't putting her in a position where he can't see her in the whole get-up, so the blowjob was out too.
fuck it, he thinks, reaching for the belt of his pants, i need her.
she gets up to help him undo his pants, but he forces her back into laying down, "wanna see you." he grumbles, finally undoing his pants. already hard, he palms his cock, eyes rolling back, "fuck."
he lowers again to shift the slit of the panties to the side, exposing her arousal, swiping his fingers through her mess, making her bite her lip. he wipes it gently on her cheek - a wholesome act, with a backdrop of degradation and depravity. he presses a soft hiss to the bow on her panties, making her shiver, before rising to his full length.
"you want it?" he grunts, as he strokes his cock, adjusting so it's lined up. she whimpers, as he's prolonging both of their suffering just to highlight her need for him. pathetically, she nods, and he laughs - barking and cold. "i can't hear you."
"yes!" she gasps out, unable to hold back anymore. he smirks in satisfaction, shifting his hips forward to bottom out in one stroke.
she cries out, eyes rolling back and head lolling onto the mattress, trying desperately to adjust to the stretch. he doesn't have that same decency, animalistically beginning to move his hips.
a squeal gets caught in her throat, and she cave to her instincts, gripping the wrist of the hand he's holding her waist with, squeezing as an indication of not her pain, but her pleasure.
thankfully, the adjustment was quick, and her surprised squeaks morph into pleasured moans, as he grunts on top of her, eyes raking the way that her tits try to bounce in the confinement of the bra. unusually, he's not annoyed by her touch, and it only makes him move more aggressively, as he can tell what makes her pleasure increase - as she'll squeeze his wrist harder.
"who's making ya feel this good?" he growls, "who takes care f'ya, sweetheart?" she chokes, garbled, broken moans escaping her.
"y-you!" she manages to gasp out, "o-only you, no one else, you - you take care of - of - oh, fuck!" she squeaks, feeling the pressure of her orgasm, "gonna - can i please - please-?!" she begs nonsensically, but he understands her - of course he does. she's his girl, after all.
"cum, sweetheart." he assures through gritted teeth, "who's making you cum?"
"y-you-" she cuts herself off with a cry as she cums, body stilling and legs trembling, as he continues to thrust and she rides out the orgasm.
he follows right after her, the squeeze of her cunt around sending his body into overdrive. collapsing on the bed beside her, the two remain silent for a minute to catch their breath.
finally, he clears his throat, getting up, and pulling her up, too. "go, clean up." he instructs, voice less gruff and softer, asking her to do something for her own good as opposed to his, "then change. don't think i can do another round right now." he knows that if he sees her in the outfit for longer, he'd get hard again.
with a woozy head, she does as he says. when she changes, though, she decides against the clothes that he bought her. she loves them, of course, but their either too coarse or flashy for night-time wear.
besides, they don't provide the precise comfort of stability that the flannel and boxers she puts on again does. though she tells herself she's not sure why joel's clothes seem more comforting than the new clothes, she's lying.
she feels more comfy in them because they smell and feel like him.
he's already knocked out when she exits, sleeping on his side, having evidently left the perfect amount of space for her to curl into his side, pulling his arm over to cradle her.
๐ก๐ฆ๐ก๐ก๐ช - dark!basil stitt x dark!reader
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summary ||ย in which the reader is a manipulative bitch - and basil snaps because of it
a/n || this is really, really dark lowkey eek!! also i don't know if this is too late (it's still 2023 where i am) but this is my entry for @romana-after-dark's dead dove december event! if you're into dark content, they're an s-tier pedro and oscar writer!
โต warnings for specific content before the divider
โต i never watched lightningface so if he's ooc excuse me, also, reader is very manipulative and lowkey a bad person too!!
โต not proofread
โต comment/message if you'd have a request
warnings ||ย smut/dark (dddne)
โต unwanted creampie and sex
โต unprotected sex and cunnilingus
โต spanking and slapping
โต manipulation
โต death threats and some pain play-ish stuff
โต degradation/name calling
โtell me about it, right?โ she giggles into the phone, feet propped up as she lays back on her couch, hearing some tinkering in the kitchen, โyeah, sorry about that, jas, thatโs just - iโm getting my sink fixed right now.โ
in the bathroom, basil hears that, and smiles a little to himself. she sounded appreciative, right? heโs helping make her life easier, which is what matters.
after a few more minutes, heโs done, and he sits back, sighing in relief. he sits back up, coming out and seeing her on the couch. god, is she gorgeous. her body stretches out, allowing a little glimmer of skin as her shirt rides up. sheโs got a big grin on her face, talking to her friend, and she wants to just go over and press a sweet kiss to her lips.
โyeah, he was mental, i swear iโm still sore!โ she jokes to her friend, and his face falls. โheโ? who is โheโ? basil swallows. it must just be a PT or something. yeah, that was it. after managing to convince himself, his smile returns. maybe sheโd like a massage?
approaching her with that grin on his face, she looks up at him with an expectant raise of her brow, โjust a second, jas.โ she takes the phone away from her ear.
โdone?โ she points to her bathroom.
โyep!โ he responds excitably, and she hums - not in appreciation, but in expectancy.
โgood. thanks.โ but itโs out of habit, โbye, basilโ she forces a smile, shooing him off.
to him, itโs a wave, โyeah, see you! wanna - um, i was wondering if you maybe wanted me to order some food for you tonight? maybe we could eat together?โ he suggests, and she has to resist a roll of her eyes.
โweโll see.โ she curtly dismisses him, and he nods, leaving and closing the door of her house, returning to his own just across the hall. returning to her phone call, she scoffs, โgod, did you hear that?โ her voice lowers - the walls are thin, โyeah, jas, heโs that neighbor i told you about. total loser, but he does whatever i want.โ she giggles, โhe thinks iโm gonna fuck him. whatever, thatโs not my problem. can you imagine, he buys me food, he fixes my shit, i get him to vacuum sometimes. like my own little manservant.โ
like her little dog.
basil was painfully in love with his neighbor. she was just so sweet, she paid him attention, and sometimes - when she was a little drunk or was sleepy, sheโd lay against him, cuddling. the feeling of her thighs against his own, her breath on her chest, or the way her fingers teasingly toyed with the hem of his shirt - right above his cock.
maybe he didnโt have only holy intentions - yeah, maybe he did want to fuck her - but heโd never be greedy for more than what she gave him, not wanting to ruin their relationship.
and it paid off, that one night she had been wine drunk, and had invited him over, asking for only the cheap gift of thai food in return for her priceless company. as they sat back on her couch, watching tv as she ate and drank, there was a point where her hand had wandered - bored by the movie. her head laid on his chest, a leg hooked around his own, especially touchy because it was a cold night - and he was warm. as basil breathed in the smell of her perfume, he could imagine them to be dating or - if he could imagine a small glimmer on her finger - married. he held her around the waist softly, and she hadnโt yet pulled away, much to his joy.
her hand slowly trails over his chest and then his biceps, before sitting up a little, and pulling his head down to his. her lips find his, as she breathes into his mouth. itโs a lazy kiss, purely driven by the alcohol, and her need for warmth and contact.
his eyes widen in shock, but he wouldnโt let this opportunity go to waste, pulling her closer and - while he let her lead the kiss - his fingers go to her hair, pulling it out of her face to kiss her better. she whimpers softly, arms wrapping around his neck, before finally pulling away. she hums in satisfaction, burying her face in his neck.
โgoodnight.โ she mumbles, promptly falling asleep on top of him. his head reels, but heโs on cloud 9.
โgoodnight.โ he kisses the top of her head, laying back as he also lets himself fall asleep.
they never spoke about it again.
she didnโt let herself get drunk with him anymore, and he cursed himself as to how to solve the issue. nonetheless, they still spent time together, and he would still do anything for her, but things were different.
but her mind was working differently. annoyingly, that kiss with basil was getting her disgustingly hot and bothered. this wasnโt the plan: she wasnโt planning to ever actually fuck him, lest she lose all the leverage she had been building by teasing him. thatโs why sheโd been so strict in not touching him for the next few weeks: reducing her temptation.
but it was getting too much. she spent far too much time with her hands between her thighs, thinking of him (but nothing close to how much heโd do the same for her), and she needed an out. but, she also had to make sure basil wouldnโt become confident, and stay out of line.
she had an idea.
she called him over that night. an ordinary thing to occur, but, when he joins her shortly after, his mouth falls open.
sheโs in this gorgeous, deeply hued camisole that just does down to her hips, and as his eyes travel lower, the lacy panties she wears makes his breath catch. she has to bite her lip to stop the smirk that threatens to grace it.
โbasil.โ she murmurs her name, and he snaps out of it, finally looking up at her.
โwhatโฆ are you doing?โ he thickly swallows.
โyou donโt like it?โ she teases, and he immediately shakes his head fervently.
โno - no - youโฆ you lookโฆโ he doesnโt know how to describe it, โbeautiful.โ perhaps a cliche - but he doesnโt use it in the standard way. she exactly embodies the word. for once, a genuine smile pulls at her lips. it makes her heart warm, and she almost feels bad for what sheโs about to do.
almost.
she gestures him forward, and he stumbles due to the speed at which he tries to reach her. finally, once he does, she points to the couch.
โsit.โ she orders, and he agrees, getting on the couch, rubbing his hands in anticipation. โyouโre not very subtle, basil.โ she murmurs, slowly sitting on his lap. his cheeks burn.
โs-sorry?โ
โyou know how hard it is when you wanna hang out with your good friend, and you know all heโs thinking about is fucking you?โ her voice is vicious, and he swallows thickly.
โiโm sorry.โ he whispers, looking into her eyes, an evident begging in them. heโs pleading that sheโll forgive him. her fingers go to gently weave through his hair.
โitโs hardโฆ you know?โ she says softly, playing the victim to a tee, โi thought thatโฆ maybe thatโs the only thing you see when you look at me.โ she admits - but itโs a complete lie.
โnever, oh - oh my god.โ the thought makes basil sick. she - she thinks he sees her as an object?! โi swear, i see you as so much more than that - yes, youโre fucking gorgeous, but youโre so much more than just your body!โ he assures, but she pretends to already be hurt.
โyouโre just saying that, you know iโll give myself up to you with these sweet words and-โ he says her name softly.
โdonโt think like that, please, donโt think like that.โ he begs, taking her hands, โhow - how can i show you how much you mean to me. please, tell me, and iโll do it.โ heโs holding her hands so tenderly, he wants to lavish her in ways sheโs never even thought of.
she goes quiet, and heโs dead terrified heโs lost her.
โi want you to forget any insecurity you may ever have, i want to make sure you never lift a finger, i want you to never yearn and to only be satisfied.โ his voice is thin - needy. โi want to worship you.โ
thatโs what she needs to hear.
โyou do?โ she murmurs.
โiโm begging you to let me show you how much you mean to me.โ there it is. she smirks.
โcan iโฆ suggest something?โ she asks - in faux timidness.
โanything.โ he assures her.
โmaybeโฆ so i feel the mostโฆ assuredโฆ if we have sex, can i take charge?โ he blinks. itโs not much different than their current relationship, so he immediately agrees.
โof course, of course. thatโs totally fine.โ he assures, and she smiles.
โalright, good - thatโs good. thank you, basil!โ she chirps, and his heart warms.
โyeah, of course.โ
but thatโs when the switch occurs.
โget off the couch.โ she orders, and he blinks, a little shocked by her flip from a shy tone to a commanding one, but he complies, standing up.
she takes his place, sitting on the couch, before looking at him expectantly, โon your knees, cโmon.โ his cheeks heat, as his brow furrows curiously, falling to his knees. โyou said you wanna worship me, right?โ she smirks, when he nods, โtake off my socks.โ she orders, the woolly socks that he knew she wore as she was always cold felt itchy against his fingers, as he pulls them off. she hums happily, and raises a brow when he presses a kiss to each sole, โfuck, i knew you were freaky.โshe giggles, letting him kiss her ankles, โhow much have you thought about this?โ a small whimper escapes his throat.
โa-ages.โ he admits, and she smiles.
โokay, stop.โ she commands, and he stops his mouthing of her feet, โcome closer.โ he places her calves over her shoulders, shuffling closer to her - and, as much as he tried to be respectable about it, his eyes fell onto the small breadth of her covered by her underwear. she held his forehead - almost brutishly - to deter him, โbehave. did i say you could look at her?โ she scolds him, and he bites his lip.
โno, iโm sorry.โ smiling, she lets go of his head.
โwhat should i do with you now?โ she whispers, and he looks at her thighs pleadingly.
โcan i touch your thighs? can i feel you?โ he begs, and she laughs.
โgo on.โ she assures, as she pets his hair. he really is like her little puppy.
kissing up her thighs, she inhales her scent, brain going into overload.
โoh - oh, please, let me taste you, please!โ she begs, and she smirks. he was begging - just as she wanted.
โtake my panties off.โ she whispers, and he sighs in relief, as if a massive weight has been taken off his shoulders.
"oh - oh, thank you - thank you," he breathes out, inching closer to let his fingers hook into the sides of her underwear, pulling them past her thighs and down, off her ankles.
when she finally spreads her legs, his mouth waters as the pretty prize between them, biting his lip.
"can i taste you?" he wants to confirm it. his body's buzzing, he needs her so bad.
"how bad do you want it?" she goads, and he bites her tongue.
"i don't think i can explain it." he admits, and her cheeks warm. what a compliment.
"yes, you can taste me." lowering his head slowly to her cunt, he spreads her legs, holding onto her thighs that are draped over his shoulders tightly. goosebumps erupt over her flesh at the sensation of his breath on her skin.
"you're wet?" he asks excitedly, unbelieving that he can coax this reaction from her.
"I'm not exactly feeling patient, basil." she warns, and he swallows.
"yeah, okay." he licks up the length of her cunt, and her breath hitches, catching in her throat as she puts her hand over her mouth, gently biting a knuckle to disguise her moan. motivated by the action, he spreads her wider, licking experimentally and quickly, sucking softly and harshly, making sure to keep trying different things until one finally breaks her dam of willpower, and her back arches as she loudly moans into the otherwise empty apartment.
"oh my god-" she cries out, panting as her hand clutches his hair, pulling him closer into her weeping cunt, desperate for his continued ministrations, "use your fingers." she gasps out, and he immediately obliges, bringing a finger to her hole as he sucks at her clit. he slowly pushes it into her, and - per more whimpered instructions from her - he curls his finger inside her, making her thighs squeeze around his head,
"just like that, keep doing just that." she assures, looking at him with the closest thing to love that she feels for him - desperation and satisfaction, because good lord, is she close. but it can't end like this. she needs to make this last longer.
just as she feels herself on the precipice of her climax, she pulls his head away from her cunt - to both her and his chagrin.
"why?" he whines, simultaneously pulling out his fingers, as she struggles to catch her breath. using him to help herself up, she stands, looking down at him.
"get on the couch." she pants, and he does as he asks, "take your shirt off," the instruction continues, and his deft fingers - one still drenched in her slick - quickly unbutton the shirt, pulling it off his broad frame. she bites her lip, bending so that her fingers can reach his fly and jean button, swiftly undoing them.
"i'm gonna fuck you. and you're just gonna take whatever i give to you, understood?" he nods silently as he looks up at her, and she hums in satisfaction and she pulls down his trousers. seeing his eyes all blown out is a crazy power trip, and it all becomes better as she straddles him. palming his hard cock through his boxers, she notices the way he twitches and how his moans gargle in his throat, all while he desperately bucks until her hips. "keep your hands behind your back." she instructs, and he nods, a whimper bubbling up to his tongue. after his hands are securely behind his back, she sighs happily. truly, she could do anything to him now, and he'd just take it. she wanted to know how much he could handle.
she started by fishing out his - inexplicably impressive cock. it was almost comical - how little sex appeal he oozed while hiding this weapon away from the rest of the world.
then, she simply ghosted her fingers over his tip, owning to a few stuttered bucks of his hips. she returned each of those with a scolding smack on any skin she could find - usually, his chest.
she slowly raised to her knees, lining him up with her entrance as she looks down at him, "don't move without permission." she whispers, and a strangled groan releases from him, making her laugh. finally, though, when he agrees, she sinks down on him, moaning out behind her hand as he does the same - though without the muffle and rather unashamedly.
she doesnโt move for a moment, and he waits.
another moment, and he waits.
another, and heโs done. he starts thrusting up, wanting the both of them to chase their pleasure, and her eyes widen, as she slaps his cheek. stunned, his movements immediately stop.
he dared to go against her word?
she hated that he undermined the power she held over him. pulling at his hair, her eyes blow out in anger.
โwho the fuck do you think you are?โ she hisses, and he winces.
โiโm sorry-โ he tries, but she slaps him again.
โyou think weโre equals? you can just pull that shit?โ he wonders where all this anger is coming from, almost fearful. she doesnโt want to admit that her rage stems from the fact that she liked the sensation of his thrusts - enough to almost justโฆ let him continue, even against her orders. she canโt lose that power she has on him, โyou wanna know how little you really fucking matter?โ she growls, grabbing her phone, and thrusting it in his face.
still disoriented, he swallows as he looks at what sheโs showing him - a chain of texts. about him. theyโre from her, to her friends, all mocking and making fun of him.
his heart, quite literally, shatters. he had thought this entire time, that - though they may be little more than friends - she at least liked his company, liked hanging out with him, appreciated him. but now, to read her stating how annoying and clingy he is, how she hated hanging out with him, but accepted it whenever he came with some gift or food, how she had used him, a heartbreak made his blood pump harshly in his ears. but when he glances at her smug smile behind the phone, itโs not just heartbreak. itโs rage.
โis this real?โ he whispers, voice so low she can barely hear him.
โaww, poor puppy, thought i was - what? in love with you?โ she mocks, knowing he wonโt do a thing in retaliation.
thatโs where sheโs wrong.
trembling in rage, he grabs her phone, throwing it ferociously onto the floor, breaking it immediately. her eyes widen in shock, but before she can shout at him, his hands wrap around her throat, choking her with such a rage - sheโs worried he might break her windpipe.
she claws at his hands, as he pulls her off of him, and slams her, face first, into the couch. her eyes well as she feels her nose smash into it, pained to hell as she cries out, trying to clutch it, but itโs of no help, as heโs already sinking back into her tight, wet, and suddenly rejecting cunt. but his pulling cock gets past the resistance bottoming out with a gurgled sigh of satisfaction. his hands go back to her throat, with a softer hold, as he wants to feel her pulse under his fingers. tearfully, she looks back at him in terror.
โbasil, what are you-โ he slaps her ass so hard, she wonders if his palm took her flesh with it. crying out, she sobs, giving up entirely, as she looks away, still clutching her nose.
โshut the fuck up, bitch.โ he hisses harshly, voice and cadence not only deadly - but lethal, as his fingers flex experimentally on her throat. pulling her up so her back is pressed against his chest, and his other hand palms her tits, something heโd been wishing to do so long. but in his fantasies - heโs delicate, not so much anymore, as he roughly tweaks and pinches and grips her nipples.
then again, sheโs a different woman than what heโd imagined as well.
this time, heโs not slow in his thrusts, heโs harsh and mean, thrusting in and out of her cunt to the sweet melody of her cries and sobs, muffled by the hand clutching her now bleeding nose. his moans are loud and gruff in her ear, causing an overlord of her senses, and sheโs terrified.
โi should fucking kill you.โ he hisses, and she whimpers, sobbing harder, โbut youโre too good - of - a - fuck!โ he punctuates every word with a thrust, but his voice sounds almost sweet and reassuring - only able to be distinguished as a facade due to the undertone of a growl behind every word.
โiโm sorry, please-โ she begs, but he slaps her ass again, thrusting deeper, as he hits her cervix with each thrust, making her cry out in pain.
โdid i say you could speak?โ he hisses. she shakes her head, terrified, and shutting up. heโs getting close. unfortunately, she is too, โcalling me a fucking puppy, saying youโre my fucking master - whose cuntโs the one squeezing my cock, huh? whoโs the one begging - for - my - mercy?โ he growls, once again, thrusting to each word, and she cums around him - a strange mix of the pain on her nose and ass, her restricted ability to breathe, and his sharp, filling thrusts are the perfect mix for her to reach climax, jolting and twitching as her cunt grips his cock, and her core tightens.
he holds her up even as she slumps in exhaustion, pulling her back by her hair to see her face as he tells her,
โiโm gonna cum in you.โ he whispers, kissing her cheek tenderly. her eyes widen.
โno - no, please donโt - please, iโm not on birth control-โ she begs, but he bites her earlobe to quieten her.
โshut the fuck up. youโre gonna be my cumdump. say that you understand.โ he whispers, and she swallows.
โi - wait, please-โ he slaps her again, and she squeaks, โyes, yes - i understand! iโll be your cumdump!โ he growls in satisfaction, finally releasing her and letting her fall forward onto the couch, as he grips her hips pulling her ass to him as he cums inside her, moaning loudly in relief.
thereโs a few beats of silence, and afterwards, he looks down at her with a snarl. heโs disgusted, and pulls away - not by his actions, but that he hadnโt lived up to his expectations. she was an evil, and he was a vigilante. that - the cum dripping down her thighs, her perhaps broken nose, her whimpers and cries - that was revenge. it was necessary.
after cleaning up and getting ready, he looks back at her. sheโs sitting up, curled into herself as she was turned away, crying into her palms.
she looked like a puppy - scolded for bad behaviors. and in many ways, she was.
๐ก๐ฆ๐ก๐ก๐ช - dark!basil stitt x dark!reader
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summary ||ย in which the reader is a manipulative bitch - and basil snaps because of it
a/n || this is really, really dark lowkey eek!! also i don't know if this is too late (it's still 2023 where i am) but this is my entry for @romana-after-dark's dead dove december event! if you're into dark content, they're an s-tier pedro and oscar writer!
โต warnings for specific content before the divider
โต i never watched lightningface so if he's ooc excuse me, also, reader is very manipulative and lowkey a bad person too!!
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warnings ||ย smut/dark (dddne)
โต unwanted creampie and sex
โต unprotected sex and cunnilingus
โต spanking and slapping
โต manipulation
โต death threats and some pain play-ish stuff
โต degradation/name calling
โtell me about it, right?โ she giggles into the phone, feet propped up as she lays back on her couch, hearing some tinkering in the kitchen, โyeah, sorry about that, jas, thatโs just - iโm getting my sink fixed right now.โ
in the bathroom, basil hears that, and smiles a little to himself. she sounded appreciative, right? heโs helping make her life easier, which is what matters.
after a few more minutes, heโs done, and he sits back, sighing in relief. he sits back up, coming out and seeing her on the couch. god, is she gorgeous. her body stretches out, allowing a little glimmer of skin as her shirt rides up. sheโs got a big grin on her face, talking to her friend, and she wants to just go over and press a sweet kiss to her lips.
โyeah, he was mental, i swear iโm still sore!โ she jokes to her friend, and his face falls. โheโ? who is โheโ? basil swallows. it must just be a PT or something. yeah, that was it. after managing to convince himself, his smile returns. maybe sheโd like a massage?
approaching her with that grin on his face, she looks up at him with an expectant raise of her brow, โjust a second, jas.โ she takes the phone away from her ear.
โdone?โ she points to her bathroom.
โyep!โ he responds excitably, and she hums - not in appreciation, but in expectancy.
โgood. thanks.โ but itโs out of habit, โbye, basilโ she forces a smile, shooing him off.
to him, itโs a wave, โyeah, see you! wanna - um, i was wondering if you maybe wanted me to order some food for you tonight? maybe we could eat together?โ he suggests, and she has to resist a roll of her eyes.
โweโll see.โ she curtly dismisses him, and he nods, leaving and closing the door of her house, returning to his own just across the hall. returning to her phone call, she scoffs, โgod, did you hear that?โ her voice lowers - the walls are thin, โyeah, jas, heโs that neighbor i told you about. total loser, but he does whatever i want.โ she giggles, โhe thinks iโm gonna fuck him. whatever, thatโs not my problem. can you imagine, he buys me food, he fixes my shit, i get him to vacuum sometimes. like my own little manservant.โ
like her little dog.
basil was painfully in love with his neighbor. she was just so sweet, she paid him attention, and sometimes - when she was a little drunk or was sleepy, sheโd lay against him, cuddling. the feeling of her thighs against his own, her breath on her chest, or the way her fingers teasingly toyed with the hem of his shirt - right above his cock.
maybe he didnโt have only holy intentions - yeah, maybe he did want to fuck her - but heโd never be greedy for more than what she gave him, not wanting to ruin their relationship.
and it paid off, that one night she had been wine drunk, and had invited him over, asking for only the cheap gift of thai food in return for her priceless company. as they sat back on her couch, watching tv as she ate and drank, there was a point where her hand had wandered - bored by the movie. her head laid on his chest, a leg hooked around his own, especially touchy because it was a cold night - and he was warm. as basil breathed in the smell of her perfume, he could imagine them to be dating or - if he could imagine a small glimmer on her finger - married. he held her around the waist softly, and she hadnโt yet pulled away, much to his joy.
her hand slowly trails over his chest and then his biceps, before sitting up a little, and pulling his head down to his. her lips find his, as she breathes into his mouth. itโs a lazy kiss, purely driven by the alcohol, and her need for warmth and contact.
his eyes widen in shock, but he wouldnโt let this opportunity go to waste, pulling her closer and - while he let her lead the kiss - his fingers go to her hair, pulling it out of her face to kiss her better. she whimpers softly, arms wrapping around his neck, before finally pulling away. she hums in satisfaction, burying her face in his neck.
โgoodnight.โ she mumbles, promptly falling asleep on top of him. his head reels, but heโs on cloud 9.
โgoodnight.โ he kisses the top of her head, laying back as he also lets himself fall asleep.
they never spoke about it again.
she didnโt let herself get drunk with him anymore, and he cursed himself as to how to solve the issue. nonetheless, they still spent time together, and he would still do anything for her, but things were different.
but her mind was working differently. annoyingly, that kiss with basil was getting her disgustingly hot and bothered. this wasnโt the plan: she wasnโt planning to ever actually fuck him, lest she lose all the leverage she had been building by teasing him. thatโs why sheโd been so strict in not touching him for the next few weeks: reducing her temptation.
but it was getting too much. she spent far too much time with her hands between her thighs, thinking of him (but nothing close to how much heโd do the same for her), and she needed an out. but, she also had to make sure basil wouldnโt become confident, and stay out of line.
she had an idea.
she called him over that night. an ordinary thing to occur, but, when he joins her shortly after, his mouth falls open.
sheโs in this gorgeous, deeply hued camisole that just does down to her hips, and as his eyes travel lower, the lacy panties she wears makes his breath catch. she has to bite her lip to stop the smirk that threatens to grace it.
โbasil.โ she murmurs her name, and he snaps out of it, finally looking up at her.
โwhatโฆ are you doing?โ he thickly swallows.
โyou donโt like it?โ she teases, and he immediately shakes his head fervently.
โno - no - youโฆ you lookโฆโ he doesnโt know how to describe it, โbeautiful.โ perhaps a cliche - but he doesnโt use it in the standard way. she exactly embodies the word. for once, a genuine smile pulls at her lips. it makes her heart warm, and she almost feels bad for what sheโs about to do.
almost.
she gestures him forward, and he stumbles due to the speed at which he tries to reach her. finally, once he does, she points to the couch.
โsit.โ she orders, and he agrees, getting on the couch, rubbing his hands in anticipation. โyouโre not very subtle, basil.โ she murmurs, slowly sitting on his lap. his cheeks burn.
โs-sorry?โ
โyou know how hard it is when you wanna hang out with your good friend, and you know all heโs thinking about is fucking you?โ her voice is vicious, and he swallows thickly.
โiโm sorry.โ he whispers, looking into her eyes, an evident begging in them. heโs pleading that sheโll forgive him. her fingers go to gently weave through his hair.
โitโs hardโฆ you know?โ she says softly, playing the victim to a tee, โi thought thatโฆ maybe thatโs the only thing you see when you look at me.โ she admits - but itโs a complete lie.
โnever, oh - oh my god.โ the thought makes basil sick. she - she thinks he sees her as an object?! โi swear, i see you as so much more than that - yes, youโre fucking gorgeous, but youโre so much more than just your body!โ he assures, but she pretends to already be hurt.
โyouโre just saying that, you know iโll give myself up to you with these sweet words and-โ he says her name softly.
โdonโt think like that, please, donโt think like that.โ he begs, taking her hands, โhow - how can i show you how much you mean to me. please, tell me, and iโll do it.โ heโs holding her hands so tenderly, he wants to lavish her in ways sheโs never even thought of.
she goes quiet, and heโs dead terrified heโs lost her.
โi want you to forget any insecurity you may ever have, i want to make sure you never lift a finger, i want you to never yearn and to only be satisfied.โ his voice is thin - needy. โi want to worship you.โ
thatโs what she needs to hear.
โyou do?โ she murmurs.
โiโm begging you to let me show you how much you mean to me.โ there it is. she smirks.
โcan iโฆ suggest something?โ she asks - in faux timidness.
โanything.โ he assures her.
โmaybeโฆ so i feel the mostโฆ assuredโฆ if we have sex, can i take charge?โ he blinks. itโs not much different than their current relationship, so he immediately agrees.
โof course, of course. thatโs totally fine.โ he assures, and she smiles.
โalright, good - thatโs good. thank you, basil!โ she chirps, and his heart warms.
โyeah, of course.โ
but thatโs when the switch occurs.
โget off the couch.โ she orders, and he blinks, a little shocked by her flip from a shy tone to a commanding one, but he complies, standing up.
she takes his place, sitting on the couch, before looking at him expectantly, โon your knees, cโmon.โ his cheeks heat, as his brow furrows curiously, falling to his knees. โyou said you wanna worship me, right?โ she smirks, when he nods, โtake off my socks.โ she orders, the woolly socks that he knew she wore as she was always cold felt itchy against his fingers, as he pulls them off. she hums happily, and raises a brow when he presses a kiss to each sole, โfuck, i knew you were freaky.โshe giggles, letting him kiss her ankles, โhow much have you thought about this?โ a small whimper escapes his throat.
โa-ages.โ he admits, and she smiles.
โokay, stop.โ she commands, and he stops his mouthing of her feet, โcome closer.โ he places her calves over her shoulders, shuffling closer to her - and, as much as he tried to be respectable about it, his eyes fell onto the small breadth of her covered by her underwear. she held his forehead - almost brutishly - to deter him, โbehave. did i say you could look at her?โ she scolds him, and he bites his lip.
โno, iโm sorry.โ smiling, she lets go of his head.
โwhat should i do with you now?โ she whispers, and he looks at her thighs pleadingly.
โcan i touch your thighs? can i feel you?โ he begs, and she laughs.
โgo on.โ she assures, as she pets his hair. he really is like her little puppy.
kissing up her thighs, she inhales her scent, brain going into overload.
โoh - oh, please, let me taste you, please!โ she begs, and she smirks. he was begging - just as she wanted.
โtake my panties off.โ she whispers, and he sighs in relief, as if a massive weight has been taken off his shoulders.
"oh - oh, thank you - thank you," he breathes out, inching closer to let his fingers hook into the sides of her underwear, pulling them past her thighs and down, off her ankles.
when she finally spreads her legs, his mouth waters as the pretty prize between them, biting his lip.
"can i taste you?" he wants to confirm it. his body's buzzing, he needs her so bad.
"how bad do you want it?" she goads, and he bites her tongue.
"i don't think i can explain it." he admits, and her cheeks warm. what a compliment.
"yes, you can taste me." lowering his head slowly to her cunt, he spreads her legs, holding onto her thighs that are draped over his shoulders tightly. goosebumps erupt over her flesh at the sensation of his breath on her skin.
"you're wet?" he asks excitedly, unbelieving that he can coax this reaction from her.
"I'm not exactly feeling patient, basil." she warns, and he swallows.
"yeah, okay." he licks up the length of her cunt, and her breath hitches, catching in her throat as she puts her hand over her mouth, gently biting a knuckle to disguise her moan. motivated by the action, he spreads her wider, licking experimentally and quickly, sucking softly and harshly, making sure to keep trying different things until one finally breaks her dam of willpower, and her back arches as she loudly moans into the otherwise empty apartment.
"oh my god-" she cries out, panting as her hand clutches his hair, pulling him closer into her weeping cunt, desperate for his continued ministrations, "use your fingers." she gasps out, and he immediately obliges, bringing a finger to her hole as he sucks at her clit. he slowly pushes it into her, and - per more whimpered instructions from her - he curls his finger inside her, making her thighs squeeze around his head,
"just like that, keep doing just that." she assures, looking at him with the closest thing to love that she feels for him - desperation and satisfaction, because good lord, is she close. but it can't end like this. she needs to make this last longer.
just as she feels herself on the precipice of her climax, she pulls his head away from her cunt - to both her and his chagrin.
"why?" he whines, simultaneously pulling out his fingers, as she struggles to catch her breath. using him to help herself up, she stands, looking down at him.
"get on the couch." she pants, and he does as he asks, "take your shirt off," the instruction continues, and his deft fingers - one still drenched in her slick - quickly unbutton the shirt, pulling it off his broad frame. she bites her lip, bending so that her fingers can reach his fly and jean button, swiftly undoing them.
"i'm gonna fuck you. and you're just gonna take whatever i give to you, understood?" he nods silently as he looks up at her, and she hums in satisfaction and she pulls down his trousers. seeing his eyes all blown out is a crazy power trip, and it all becomes better as she straddles him. palming his hard cock through his boxers, she notices the way he twitches and how his moans gargle in his throat, all while he desperately bucks until her hips. "keep your hands behind your back." she instructs, and he nods, a whimper bubbling up to his tongue. after his hands are securely behind his back, she sighs happily. truly, she could do anything to him now, and he'd just take it. she wanted to know how much he could handle.
she started by fishing out his - inexplicably impressive cock. it was almost comical - how little sex appeal he oozed while hiding this weapon away from the rest of the world.
then, she simply ghosted her fingers over his tip, owning to a few stuttered bucks of his hips. she returned each of those with a scolding smack on any skin she could find - usually, his chest.
she slowly raised to her knees, lining him up with her entrance as she looks down at him, "don't move without permission." she whispers, and a strangled groan releases from him, making her laugh. finally, though, when he agrees, she sinks down on him, moaning out behind her hand as he does the same - though without the muffle and rather unashamedly.
she doesnโt move for a moment, and he waits.
another moment, and he waits.
another, and heโs done. he starts thrusting up, wanting the both of them to chase their pleasure, and her eyes widen, as she slaps his cheek. stunned, his movements immediately stop.
he dared to go against her word?
she hated that he undermined the power she held over him. pulling at his hair, her eyes blow out in anger.
โwho the fuck do you think you are?โ she hisses, and he winces.
โiโm sorry-โ he tries, but she slaps him again.
โyou think weโre equals? you can just pull that shit?โ he wonders where all this anger is coming from, almost fearful. she doesnโt want to admit that her rage stems from the fact that she liked the sensation of his thrusts - enough to almost justโฆ let him continue, even against her orders. she canโt lose that power she has on him, โyou wanna know how little you really fucking matter?โ she growls, grabbing her phone, and thrusting it in his face.
still disoriented, he swallows as he looks at what sheโs showing him - a chain of texts. about him. theyโre from her, to her friends, all mocking and making fun of him.
his heart, quite literally, shatters. he had thought this entire time, that - though they may be little more than friends - she at least liked his company, liked hanging out with him, appreciated him. but now, to read her stating how annoying and clingy he is, how she hated hanging out with him, but accepted it whenever he came with some gift or food, how she had used him, a heartbreak made his blood pump harshly in his ears. but when he glances at her smug smile behind the phone, itโs not just heartbreak. itโs rage.
โis this real?โ he whispers, voice so low she can barely hear him.
โaww, poor puppy, thought i was - what? in love with you?โ she mocks, knowing he wonโt do a thing in retaliation.
thatโs where sheโs wrong.
trembling in rage, he grabs her phone, throwing it ferociously onto the floor, breaking it immediately. her eyes widen in shock, but before she can shout at him, his hands wrap around her throat, choking her with such a rage - sheโs worried he might break her windpipe.
she claws at his hands, as he pulls her off of him, and slams her, face first, into the couch. her eyes well as she feels her nose smash into it, pained to hell as she cries out, trying to clutch it, but itโs of no help, as heโs already sinking back into her tight, wet, and suddenly rejecting cunt. but his pulling cock gets past the resistance bottoming out with a gurgled sigh of satisfaction. his hands go back to her throat, with a softer hold, as he wants to feel her pulse under his fingers. tearfully, she looks back at him in terror.
โbasil, what are you-โ he slaps her ass so hard, she wonders if his palm took her flesh with it. crying out, she sobs, giving up entirely, as she looks away, still clutching her nose.
โshut the fuck up, bitch.โ he hisses harshly, voice and cadence not only deadly - but lethal, as his fingers flex experimentally on her throat. pulling her up so her back is pressed against his chest, and his other hand palms her tits, something heโd been wishing to do so long. but in his fantasies - heโs delicate, not so much anymore, as he roughly tweaks and pinches and grips her nipples.
then again, sheโs a different woman than what heโd imagined as well.
this time, heโs not slow in his thrusts, heโs harsh and mean, thrusting in and out of her cunt to the sweet melody of her cries and sobs, muffled by the hand clutching her now bleeding nose. his moans are loud and gruff in her ear, causing an overlord of her senses, and sheโs terrified.
โi should fucking kill you.โ he hisses, and she whimpers, sobbing harder, โbut youโre too good - of - a - fuck!โ he punctuates every word with a thrust, but his voice sounds almost sweet and reassuring - only able to be distinguished as a facade due to the undertone of a growl behind every word.
โiโm sorry, please-โ she begs, but he slaps her ass again, thrusting deeper, as he hits her cervix with each thrust, making her cry out in pain.
โdid i say you could speak?โ he hisses. she shakes her head, terrified, and shutting up. heโs getting close. unfortunately, she is too, โcalling me a fucking puppy, saying youโre my fucking master - whose cuntโs the one squeezing my cock, huh? whoโs the one begging - for - my - mercy?โ he growls, once again, thrusting to each word, and she cums around him - a strange mix of the pain on her nose and ass, her restricted ability to breathe, and his sharp, filling thrusts are the perfect mix for her to reach climax, jolting and twitching as her cunt grips his cock, and her core tightens.
he holds her up even as she slumps in exhaustion, pulling her back by her hair to see her face as he tells her,
โiโm gonna cum in you.โ he whispers, kissing her cheek tenderly. her eyes widen.
โno - no, please donโt - please, iโm not on birth control-โ she begs, but he bites her earlobe to quieten her.
โshut the fuck up. youโre gonna be my cumdump. say that you understand.โ he whispers, and she swallows.
โi - wait, please-โ he slaps her again, and she squeaks, โyes, yes - i understand! iโll be your cumdump!โ he growls in satisfaction, finally releasing her and letting her fall forward onto the couch, as he grips her hips pulling her ass to him as he cums inside her, moaning loudly in relief.
thereโs a few beats of silence, and afterwards, he looks down at her with a snarl. heโs disgusted, and pulls away - not by his actions, but that he hadnโt lived up to his expectations. she was an evil, and he was a vigilante. that - the cum dripping down her thighs, her perhaps broken nose, her whimpers and cries - that was revenge. it was necessary.
after cleaning up and getting ready, he looks back at her. sheโs sitting up, curled into herself as she was turned away, crying into her palms.
she looked like a puppy - scolded for bad behaviors. and in many ways, she was.
๐: ๐๐๐ค๐๐ฃ๐ง๐๐๐ - (variants | softdark!miguel o'hara x reader)
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summary ||ย in which the miguel feels like he deserves something better
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warnings ||ย angst/dark content/slight blood
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miguel looked up from his food. lyla had gone off for her ... beauty sleep, or whatever the hell she called it, so he was greeted with the unfamiliar sound of a notification. usually, they would filter through her, and she'd disclose the information to him with her chattery intonation.
his eyes were a bit red. it was another late night in his apartment - well, barely an apartment. the whole thing was practically an office, he didn't even have a bed. just a couch, that he'd sleep on the one day out of the week he didn't pass out on his office chair.
he looks up at the notification.
earth-trn1042.
he hadn't heard of it before - it was one of those him and lyla had yet to visit and accumulate data on. this might be his chance.
he looked around for his suit. dammit. he'd told layla to start running the new suit prototypes, one that would cling to his body like a second skin. whatever.
he looks around the cramped, cold apartment. how sad. how lonely. he sometimes thought about what his alchemax colleagues did in their time off. with their pretty wives, their well-mannered kids. and then him. doing something... so important, but so hard. whatever.
he fits on the suit, and looks to his watch, the only thing seemingly going right for him. he looks back at the notification, checking the name before he inputted it into his watch.
earth-trn1042. here he comes.
the anomaly was shockingly primitive, considering it had managed to figure out interdimensional travel. it was a simple fix. miguel clung to the alleys of this new york - similar enough to his own but... warmer - as he caught his breath after neutralizing the threat.
there's a noise - what is that?
a grunt, a shout, a... gun shot?!
miguel sneaks through the alleyways, coming upon the scene.
"oh, what the hell..." he murmurs to himself, seeing the mugger run away down the alley. it's too late to chase after him, and the mugger's victim is already on the ground.
miguel crouches to determine if the situation was salvagable. the fingers he pressed over the victim's neck came back coated in blood and - as he believed, cynically - his pulse was nonexistent. his lips purse. what a shame. he shakes his head, exhaling deeply, as he looks up at the man's face.
his blood runs cold.
jolting back, he forgets to breathe for a moment, and when he remembers to, it comes in a sharp gasp.
it's... him. eyes glassy, cold, dead, looking back up at him, almost feeling as though they were following his movements.
"fucking hell." he mumbles, swallowing harshly, as he steps closer again. a hand goes to his mask-covered mouth.
this had to have happened sooner or later. meeting a ... variant of his. but like this? it felt too odd, it made his stomach churn in discomfort. but it wasn't like it was him. he didn't know this guy - regardless of the similarities they likely shared. he sighed - for all intents and purposes, this man was a stranger.
but that made him curious. what was similar about the two? did he work in alchemax like he did? investigate the multiverse like he did? have a lyla, like he did?
he gritted his teeth, but the curiosity got the better of him. he looks at the man's briefcase. yup, a worker at alchemax - in fact, he'd been working there longer than even miguel had. there was a lunchbox, packed diligently and some papers - from colleagues and friends alike.
his expression soured.
this miguel wasn't lonely.
he looked to the man's wrist - no dimensional travel watch. a normal wrist watch, gold frame, smooth gears. normal - and quite exactly the opposite of miguel.
his eyes caught onto a locket on the man's neck. he pulls it into his palm, shockingly careful with the delicate silver chain. he clicks it open, and he's sure the most beautiful woman he's ever seen pictured inside, along with an adorable young girl. they've got the brightest smiles, and she's cradling the girl.
he can't tear his eyes off it, an anger bubbling in his chest. this... this miguel - weak enough to die to a fucking petty thief - didn't deserve this beautiful wife, this adorable daughter. he didn't deserve more than the strong, smart, capable man that he, the real miguel, was.
there's a strange tug at his heart. and he feels his morality, his sympathy, and his empathy to the man in front of him wane. taking the locket, he grips it a little tighter in his broad palm.
he deserves it.
he's a good man.
he didn't need to be lonely.
slowly, deliberately, he clasps the locket around his neck.
her evening had been packed. since picking up gabriella, she'd shuffled around the kitchen cooking dinner, mopped the floors, called miguel, served gabriella dinner, tucked her into bed, called miguel, washed the dishes from dinner, cleaned the kitchen counter-tops, and called miguel.
she bit her nail anxiously.
this wasn't like him at all - staying late at work was a recurring trait of his, but he always picked up his phone when she called. her fingers nervously dance over her contacts, trying to call him once more.
nothing happens, and the phone rings out, until she hears his voicemail.
she rubs her cheeks fervently, feeling a deep sense of unsettlement wash over her, and she decides to take a shower to calm herself down. the warm water always seems to melt her worries away. sighing softly as the steam builds, she listens to the playlist of soothing songs she'd put on to bask in familiarity.
humming to herself, and attempting to keep all her senses engaged so she didn't have to think, she didn't hear the front door open.
miguel walks into the unfamiliar house, looking around. it's... homely. decorations, throw pillows, pictures hung on the walls. of the family, beaming. he inhales the scent of lemon disinfecting cleaner - as opposed to the one he used at home, full of chemicals, and with just as rancid of a smell.
he walks up the stairs to the bedrooms slowly. he passes ... what he must assume to be the daughter's room. it's got decorations on the front, little stars and hearts littered around fancy calligraphy of her name. gabriella.
the light's on in the next bedroom. following it, miguel steps into a room with a king bed, large closet. he looks down at his spidersuit, turning to the closet to change into a pair of the man's slacks and a white button-up.
there's humming and music overshadowing the sound of dripping water. someone's in the shower.
then, the water stops.
she steps out of the shower, oblivious to the man in her and her husband's room, beginning to dry herself off. still humming to herself, she doesn't notice miguel until she glances up to look at the mirror, which happens to catch him from his position just outside the bathroom door. watching her.
she squeak in shock, whipping around, and her heart rate returns to normal when she sees who it is. miguel! he's here! very sullen, and tired-looking, but there.
"miguel!" she beams, "oh my god, you've not... returned my calls, i got worried..." she murmurs, sighing in relief. his face remains stoic.
"i... lost my phone." he mutters, and she hums, starting to place lotion on herself, so relieved he's here, she's not giving his impassive demeanor much attention.
she doesn't notice his lingering, memorizing gaze along her body after she places her towel to dry. "can you do my back?" she asks casually, handing him the lotion and turning away from him. he hesitates, and she smiles, "everything okay?"
he snaps out of it, and she hears the squirt of the lotion out of the bottle, as he smears it over her back, his touch lasting longer than necessary, but that's usual.
"i'm fine." he mumbles, before pausing, "how's the... our daughter?" she knows his phrasing is weird. he must be very tired.
"gabi? she's fine, my love. she's sleeping, she had a great day at school." she begins to list off about gabriella's day, starting to slip her pajamas on, "and how about you? how was your day?" she finally turns to look up at him. after putting on her shirt, her hands go to cradle his cheeks, thumbing his seemingly more prominent eyebags. his nose is sharper, hair shorter.
"did you get a haircut?" she giggles, and he doesn't respond right away.
"yeah." he finally forces out, and she sighs, taking it at face value. his stubble is gone too. he must have gotten it shaved. she pouts.
"grow it out again, it looked good." his lips seem to quirk in a smile, and she ghosts her thumb over them. after a moment, she goes on her toes to press a soft kiss to his lips. it's meant to be chaste, but he chases her touch, pulling her back in for a longer, hungrier kiss. laughing, she gently presses against his chest before he can go too far, "it's been a long day for you, baby. let's go to bed." she whispers.
he hesitates for a long moment - deeply reluctant - as he stares intensely into her eyes. finally seceding, he moves out of the way so that she can step into the bedroom. she helps him out of his shirt, grabbing a pair of sweats for him as he peels off the slacks he'd just... essentially stolen.
as she lets him change, she snuggles into the covers, scrolling on her phone. he soon joins her, and she puts her phone away, rolling to hug his warm torso as he lays next to her. she runs a finger lazily over his bare chest, groaning.
"you got rid of your chest hair, too? i didn't even know barbers did that..." she sighs, "will you consult me before you do things like this?" she grumbles, and she feels the low rumble of a laugh in his chest.
"alright." he murmurs. he says her name once, and he says it slowly, like he's sounding it out.
"how sleepy are you?" she teases, but that doesn't deter him as he repeats her name a few times, "you're being weird." she murmurs into his chest affectionately.
"you've got a pretty name." he finally says.
"took you this long to figure it out?" but it makes her heart flutter, even the small compliments she receives from her husband always elating her.
after a moment, she starts listing off what they need to do the next day, and he just stares at her, thumbing the locket. suddenly, he pulls her into a kiss to see how she'll react. she's surprised, but kisses him back.
she figures he's needy, but she forces him to sleep.
okay i have a dastardly longfic idea for kane from annihilation (will be dark, duh) but would like someone to brainstorm a bit with. i have a plot basis already, but kinda wanna work out the knots. anyone interested? someone who can handle very dark content and is over 18, please!
๐๐๐๐๐ฅ๐ ๐๐๐ฃ ๐๐๐ช ๐๐ - dark!jonathan levy x fem!reader
complete masterlist | kinktober 2023 masterlist
kink ||ย recording/blackmail
taglist || @silversprings-mp3
fandom || scenes from a marriage
a/n || sorry. i don't have much else to say <3.
โต warnings for specific content before the divider
โต i never watched scenes from a marriage but jonathan levy is so fit so if he's ooc excuse me
โต not proofread
โต comment/message if you'd like to be added to the taglist
warnings ||ย smut/dark (dddne)
โต professor/student dynamic
โต unprotected sex
โต spanking
โต blackmail, duh
โต degradation (use of whore)
she knew it was stupid, and wrong.
she knew she had worked her ass off fr a full ride scholarship to this university, and she can't do anything to jeopardize that.
so of course, she had agreed to the lust-filled eyes of her professor - his wandering hands, his dirty mouth.
she'd let him grope her body, tear away at her leggings. she'd let him smack her ass, bite her neck. she'd let him cum in her mouth, and then inside her.
but she hadn't let him do that one thing.
she's in his office again today, and she was trying to cut the relationship off.
"we can't... do this anymore." she'd tried to argue, "you're just divorced, and you're my professor! you know how much trouble we could get into?"
he's not looking at her, hand over his mouth, a stern, contemplative look on his face. she bites her lip, as he spends more and more time not responding.
"can you say something?" she mumbles, and his chair finally turns to fully face her. he leans forward over his desk, hands clasped by his chin.
"no." his voice is cold, and she furrows a brow.
"what do you mean?"
"no. this-" he gestures between the two of them, "is not stopping." she blinks in confusion.
"you can't just-"
"i can, and i will." his voice isn't changing in inflection. it's not angry, it's commanding.
he needed the control. his whole life was spiraling out of control, and he wasn't letting his favorite student slip out of his fingers as well. a chill runs down her spine.
"i'm gonna... leave." she whispers, slowly getting up, and his eyes trail over her figure.
"sit back down." he orders, and she hesitates.
"n-no, i should-" he finally sighs solemnly.
"i didn't want to do this." he murmurs calmly, hand going to his phone to look through his gallery. he puts on a video, and doesn't even have to show her the contents - all she has to do is listen.
her moans are high-pitched and more needy than she remembers, and his own are gruff and controlled. he's calling her a whore - his whore - and she's preening at the name. her face flushes, cheeks warming as she listens.
she hadn't let him record the experience.
"what the fuck?" she whimpers, and he turns it off.
"insurance." he finally gets up, standing in front of her. she doesn't look at him, feeling her pulse quicken - not in excitement, or intrigue - but fear, and shock. he gently places his finger to her hot skin, and her breath hitches, "why would we stop when you need me so goddamn much?" he whispers, as though he was trying to be understanding. she shakes her head, feeling oncoming tears.
"no, i don't-"
"don't lie..." he says, so softly. he plays the role of the kind, patient professor perfectly, until he has her on her knees, "will you be my good girl now?" he murmurs, nosing at her earlobe, inhaling her scent deeply.
she shudders, cringing in disgust, but paradoxically feeling her core pulse in need. his grip tightens just slightly on her chin: he wants an answer.
"yes." she mumbles quietly, and he sighs in satisfaction. he presses a sweet kiss to her cheek, before grabbing at her scalp and pushing her to her knees, his other hand going down to undo his slacks. she gulps, staring up at his imposing figure, as he taps his now exposed cock on her lips.
"open up, sweetheart." he orders, and she slowly sticks her tongue out. she's upset she can't even fight back. what could she do? the sounds of her moans and his degradation in the video echo in her mind, as he fucks into her mouth, slowly, with his teeth gritted, "oh, yeah - fuck, yeah..." he moans, moving his hips a little faster. his hand has her hair bunched into a ponytail, moving her like a doll for him. because that's all she was. his whore.
he's getting closer, and he wants to cum inside her again. he pulls out of her mouth, helping her to her feet, before bending her over the desk and kicking open her legs. his hand runs over her ass, pulling down her tight jeans, and squeezing harshly at the flesh of her thighs. one hand pumps his cock, and the other explores her folds, flicking over her clit and making her jolt and whimper. she's trying not to moan - how cute, he thinks.
he delivers a small slap to her ass.
"moan, whore." he murmurs casually, as though he's asking about the weather. she bites her lip to moan, and he sighs, annoyance finally starting to show. he pulls her up such that her back was flush by his chest, holding her up by putting an arm around her tits. he wants to lave his tongue over her neck, leaving marks behind with his teeth. he wants her to struggle to explain them to her friends.
he adjusts to slip his cock inside her, and she finally moans loudly - high-pitched, shocked and pleasure-filled - and he smiles softly, letting her adjust.
he wasn't a monster, after all.
he pulls out till just his tip is still inside after letting her get used to him, before slamming back inside, wanting to hear her scream. she knows she can't - they're in his office for god's sake! - and she hand to bite down on her hand to muffle her noises. seeing it enrages him; he pulls her hand out of her mouth. he moves harder - thrusting harder inside her.
he needs her to moan, he needs to hear how good he makes her feel.
it works, and a flurry of moans and whimpers tumble out of her lips. she's gonna cum, and she's trying to stave it of, but it's not working.
"st-stop, i'm gonna-"
"cum?" he finishes her sentence for her, and bites her neck, grinning against her skin, "do it, whore." he murmurs, but he uses the word lovingly, this time. "cum for me."
she does it. for him, or not, it doesn't matter. she cums so hard, she's worried she'll pass out, and he groans into her hair as her walls clench around him, finishing not so long after, as well. he pulls out, admiring the view. she looks so pretty like this - this is what she should always look like.
he looks over at his phone, and she follows his gaze. it's recording - and she's shocked she'd not noticed it again. he pauses the recording, putting it in his pocket, and she looks at him in a strange mix of pleading, confusion, and horror. she swallows softly.
"why did you need another one?" she finally whispers, and he grins, eyes crinkling - a kind smile on his face.
"the last one was insurance. this one's entertainment."
๐๐๐๐๐ฅ๐ ๐๐๐ฃ ๐๐๐ช ๐ - (sorta dark) miguel o'hara x fem!reader
complete masterlist | kinktober 2023 masterlist
kink ||ย consensual non-consent
taglist || @silversprings-mp3
fandom || marvel + spiderman: across the spiderverse
a/n || this is a little dark, in that the content is a bit much, but everything is fully consensual (check warnings!)
โต miguel might be ooc in this
โต minimal spanish & google translated - if it's wrong lemme know
โต comment/message if you'd like to be added to the taglist
warnings ||ย smut/dark (dddne)
โต kidnapping
โต use of sedatives/aphrodisiacs
โต choking
โต unprotected and roughish sex
โต degradation (referred to as 'whore', bimbo)
โต consensual non-consent is the roleplay of a non-consensual situation, though both members of the roleplay consent to it and, in this fic, continue to consent for the whole time (though no consent checks are mentioned). furthermore, rules and boundaries are established beforehand.
miguel knew he had a commanding presence. it manifested in all facets of his life: casual interactions, workplace interactions, romantic interactions. sexual interactions.
he wasn't known to relegate power - some (peter and hobie) may even call him a control freak - but he couldn't help it. his seeking of power in his life was compulsive, and something jess had probably suggested he go to a therapist about.
but he didn't need to. it was fine. it wasn't like he was hurting anyone - in fact, he was utilizing it to protect the multiverse, which was pretty selfless, if he did say so himself.
he wasn't hurting anyone, he reminded himself. what he did to her wasn't hurting her. she wanted it, she told him. she definitely wanted it. her being his gorgeous girl. his. she was all his, so sweet, so loving. so reciprocative and malleable.
so submissive.
she was perfect for him, the perfect slate to flex his need for control whenever it crept up on him. she wore what he liked, she did what he liked. she said what he liked, loved what he liked. and she loved it. she executed control so freely in her work life, that when she came home to him, all she wanted to do was let him make all her decisions for her.
and he was more than happy to comply.
it was late one night, when a more extreme topic came up. she was sleepy, and a little hazy, from the orgasms she'd received over the past couple hours from miguel, on whose chest she was laying her head on.
"i wanna try something," she whispers, voice a little croaky. he hums in response, and large hand trailing over her back.
"yeah?" she hesitates, unsure how to formulate it.
"you gonna judge me?" the question's meek, and it makes miguel almost chuckle. as if.
"no, cariรฑo." (honey) he reassures, bringing his fingers to ghost over the nape of her neck, making her shiver.
"i - um... it's a kink." she waits for a response, but there isn't one. he isn't looking at her, but the way his body's just slightly tensed indicates he's listening. intently. "okay, basically... uh, it's this thing where..." her cheeks heat, "god, it's like - where you sort of... pretend to take me?" her voice is so small, shy and ashamed, and it's not helped by his long silence.
he's not disgusted though - no, he's scheming.
"take you?" his tone is lower, curious. she sighs.
"ye - yeah, like... i don't know when you'll do it, and i might ... like - pretend to struggle or something-?" she turns away, pouting, "oh, god, i'm sorry. it's really stupid, you probably think i've got an issue-" he pulls her back to him, so harshly, that it makes her gasp.
"no." his voice is stern, "you want me to take you, cariรฑo?" his head bends so he can press a soft kiss to her neck, and then her shoulder, making her smile softly.
"i'd ... only if you don't think it's weird." in response, he takes her hand, placing it over his hardening cock.
"you think i don't like it?" his tone is cheeky, and she finally breaks into a giggle.
"okay, then. let's do it." she murmurs, looking up at him.
his eyes are on her lips. they go a few more rounds that night
they'd set out some rules. miguel is a control freak, after all, and it wasn't like he was particularly interested in going farther than her own boundaries. the rules consisted of the bate and time being random, it happening in at least a semi private place, and the safe word she'd use if it got too much: 'spider'.
she appreciated the planning, but she was ecstatic of the idea of finally playing out her kinky fantasy.
she'd been gardening in the backyard on a nice, warm evening. she had lilies, petunias, roses and some tulips growing around the grass, and she loved the pretty colors spread around over the yard. she gets up from her previous half hour of removing weeds, tired but satisfied. she picks up her tools, heading towards their shed to clean them off and place them away.
she opens the door, taking a moment before going in to allow her eyes to adjust to the darkness inside, when she feels a massive arm snake around her body, and thick fingers pressing harshly over her mouth. she squeaks in shock, senses going into overdrive, when she hears the rough gravel of his voice.
"pretty girl like you shouldn't be out here by yourself." his voice is muffled, pressed into her hair, but it's *him*. and she's suddenly relieved and very excited.
the pressure of his squeezing fingers is toying the line between pain and pleasure, as he roughly manhandles her body into the shed, slamming the door behind them, making her jolt at the loud noise. it's pitch black for a minute, and she can only map out her surroundings with the little movement her fingers can achieve, arms bound in his grip, and only able to hear his deep breaths in her ear.
"smell like those fucking flowers you grow." he growls, and he realizes he's not inhaling, he's smelling her, internalizing her scent. it makes her body heat up, as one hand finally trails down to yank up her sweater, and the other blindly reaches to turn on the dim shed light.
she sees the rows of tools in front of her, the interior of the cramped space, and snaps back to her fantasy, thinking of how she wants to play it out. with a little more freedom, she tries to squirm away from him, but his hand goes through to her throat.
"where're you going, hermosa?" (pretty) he mocks, pulling her back to him and lightly choking her, "don't think you can run away from me. i haven't even felt this warm pussy yet." he emphasizes his words by forcing his hand between her thighs, cupping her soaked cunt through her yoga pants and underwear.
"l-let me go..." she protests, trying to pull his fingers off her throat, and miguel laughs at how unconvincing her words are, pressing a light slap on her cheek to shut her up.
"say another word." he dares, voice no louder than a whisper as he finally works her sweater and sports bra off. she doesn't back down from the challenge.
"stop it!" she squeaks, trying to cover her tits when one of his hands roughly squeezes one. in response, he forces his fingers into her mouth, shutting her up by gagging her. her eyes immediately roll back in pleasure, drooling over the three digits flexing near her throat. he has a cocky, dangerous smirk on his face.
"you like it, don't you?" he plays the character well, she thinks, as his other hand goes to pull her bottoms down her thighs, leaving them around her knees to keep her legs semi-restrained, "whore." his voice is low, and degrading, and it makes her even wetter.
he unbuckles his own pants, as he pushes her up against a worktable, bending her over it, and grabbing a handful of her ass with the hand previously in her mouth, the spit he rubs on her leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. she feels his red-hot cock against her ass after a moment, and he guides the tip to rub against her clit, making her jolt and moan.
"that's what i thought, whore." he repeats, bending over so the zipper on his zip-up catches on her back, the cold and metal making her wince. he bites her earlobe, a little hard, and when she winces, he only bites harder. her noise of pain morphs into a pleasured whimper again, though, when his cock rubs against her clit again, and she can feel her entrance clenching around nothing, desperate to be filled, "beg for it." he murmurs, goading and cocky.
she tries to shake her head, but he just laughs hoarsely right into her ear. his hand snakes to her hair, pulling on it.
"i said, beg for it." his tone is colder, meaner, and she swallows.
"p-please..." she stutters, voice not more than a whisper.
"'p-please!'" he mocks callously, "please what, whore? or should i add bimbo to your list of adjectives?" his degradation makes her bite her lip.
"please... fuck me." he pauses for a moment, before sighing, satisfied, and aligning with her entrance, pushing into her. her eyes widen - she'd taken miguel so many times before, but she'd never gotten used to it. she clenches her fists to ground herself, sure to leave little crescent-shaped marks on her palm after, as he starts plowing into her - leaving no time to adjust or ease her into it, "fuck!" she squeaks, moans unabashed and loud as he fucks into her fervently, his own growls and moans muffled into her neck.
"fucking take it," he hisses, fucking fast and rough, chasing a quick and hard orgasm, and trying to - very subtly, to still be in line with his character - ensure she does too, "whore like you, should be fucking easy, yeah?" his voice is a thin hiss, getting closer to cumming, "but fuck, you gotta nice cunt, hermosa, you've got such a nice pussy for me-"
she can't hear him, ears ringing as her orgasm hits her like a moving train, and her head falls forward, nearly hitting the work table as she tries to ground herself. he follows right after, pulling out just enough to cum over the back of her thighs, before leaning back against teh opposite wall of the small shed, breathing deeply.
in a heartbeat, he's back to normal, helping her stand up a little straighter.
"you okay, cariรฑo?" he murmurs softly, voice tinged in slight concern. she giggles - breathy and satisfied.
"perfect, miguel. that was fucking amazing." she beams. it'd been just like her fantasy, and her reassurance makes him smile in relief.
"good, good..." he looks away for a moment, before taking her palm and pressing a small kiss to the shallow markings there. it's sweet, but only for a moment, as lust overtakes his gaze once more.
