Since I'm posting kinktober prompts in January February all year long (?), please kindly ignore that ridiculous fact and just treat these like any other fic
Hi! Was the reader in “i show you” a virgin before??
Hi!
Sorry it took a while to answer, I had to read it again to know where I've gone with the story
Do you mean before this scene? That's a no. She was his concubine for a while but she didn't realise what she's gotten into until then.
But it was sort of a first time for them. When they truly saw the other.
If you meant before meeting or getting together with the Darkling? I would go with a yes, but it's up to you how you wanna view it.
Reader was young but not a child anymore when she got there so maybe there was someone else before. I doubt there would have been any room for someone else after she got to live in the Little Palace though. But again, it's up to you how you want it to go.
Dark!Husband!Steve x Wife!Reader x Dark!Bestfriend!Bucky
Warning(s) in chapter: +18, Non con, Somnophilia, Misogyny, Forced Cuckholding, Unwanted orgasm, Forced eye contact, Double Penetration, Bucky partakes in a bedroom tradition.
Author's note(s): One shot fic. I'm bored at work and wanted to kill some time.
On the day of your anniversary, your husband is nowhere to be found. You stare back at the clock ticking in the dining room. It had been almost an hour and Steve still hadn’t returned. This isn't the man you married. If Steve promises something, he intends to keep it.
You sat alone at the head of the dining room table, cupping your tear-stricken face. Knowing that he's out there doing god knows what at this hour. You were sure he wouldn't miss something as important as this specific day. Just one day, was that so much to ask?
Your ears perk at the sound of the front door knob jingling. In comes Steve, being hoisted up by his friend Bucky. His face is a tint of red that spread all the way to his ears. You had only seen him like this a few times, the first time being a new year’s event, the second had been on your wedding day. It was obvious that he had been too drunk to even walk straight. Only one thing could’ve caused this: Asgardian ale.
Bucky’s smile falters when he notices your frowning. He sits Steve on a couch then walks over to the table where you're sat. His metal hand brushes through his dark locks, “I uh…sorry doll, Steve said it was your anniversary and I suggested we celebrate-”
“I swear Barnes, you'll find any excuse to get my husband drunk. Just look at him!”
He sighs, “I was the one who cut him off. He was the one who insisted on drinking." Nudging to his passed-out friend. You scoff, “That doesn't explain why he’s drunk off his face right now.” barking back. Bucky’s shoulders stiffen. His arms cross. He stared at the floor in silence. You massage the sides of your temple. Only stopping when Bucky mutters, “With a wife like you I wouldn't blame him." Causing you to abruptly stop, “Excuse me?”
“I mean, if I came home to my woman bitching every day, I’d want to be drunk off my ass too,” he sneers. Your jaw drops, “Who...who....” almost at a loss for words. You shoot up, “Who the hell do you think you are!? You don’t know a thing about marriage!”
“Marriage? No. But I know a leech when I see one. You don’t even know how to be a wife. Ask Steve and he’ll start singing. You barely clean around, don’t even cook, always have some sort of excuse to avoid sex. You don’t do jack shit. Steve works his ass off every day, and you don't even put it out when he gets home?” he scoffs, “So fucking entitled I swear.”
"The only ‘relationship’ you've had in the past 70 years is with a block of ice." you jab. His jaw ticks, that one actually managed to get under his skin. Every damn day you'd find a way to inadvertently piss him off. If you wanted to stoop low that's fine, he can go lower, “I know that you've been hiding that pink vibrator from him. You think he doesn't understand what it is. You even asked him to stop by the store and buy new batteries for your ‘kitchen appliances’ I mean how stupid do you think he is?” he chuckles, "If you needed a real man, all you could've done was ask."
All you see is red. You give him a final warning, “Well, I don’t see a man.” you snap back, "You know what, James? Times have changed, and I think Steve’s friends should too.”
Bucky doesn't like that. Not one bit.
“Do you really think he’ll keep listening to you?”
“Try me.” you hiss. Bucky smirks at that challenge, "Do you know the things he says to me while you're not around? Do you know how sick and vile things he’s confessed to wanting?" he nears. Your brows furrow at his accusation. Not your Stevie. He would never.
Bucky raises a brow, "Maybe we could play that favorite game of yours...Sleeping Beauty." smiling at the look of terror on your face. He knows that you and Steve have been experimenting in the bedroom.
“Hey Steve!” he hollers for the other super soldier. Steve jostles from his rest. He’s in the room in a matter of seconds, "What's wrong?" his voice is hoarse from the nap. Bucky waves to his friend, "I just wanted to say goodnight to you and the Mrs." he gives you a wink. Steve's brows furrow, "Honey what's wrong?" tilting his head, the light capturing his features in an angelic way.
You can't help but soften at the sight of those soft blues. This argument wasn't worth ruining the rest of your night. You roll your eyes, "Nothing." shrugging it off. But if only it were that simple. Steve looks at the time and hisses, "You should stay for the night Buck." he insists, "We have a spare bedroom available upstairs."
You couldn't believe him. You marched upstairs and slam the door. It was one thing for him to be late for your anniversary, it was another bringing Bucky along, out of all people!
You don't bother checking up on them. Instead preparing yourself for bed. Surely in the morning Steve would wake up and regret his actions. He stumbles into the room, already loosening his tie. You spot his reflection in the vanity but pay no attention. Ignoring him would be a suitable punishment. You decide to lay further away from his side of the bed, occupied with a book in hand. He wasn't worth your energy tonight.
Steve knows your upset, he could feel it seeping through your pores. He sighs, "I'm sorry. I should've remembered it was today, and I know there isn't any excuse but...let me make it up to you..." Steve loosens his tie. It's been a long, hectic day, filled with countless meetings. All he wants to do now is spoil his wife.
He sits on the edge of the bed, holding your feet in his hands, kneading small circles along the curve. You stifle a moan. By now Steve knows your body too well. "What are you in the mood for, dear?" His super hearing picks up the sound of your closing your book. He smiles when he hears a faint whisper,
"...Sleeping beauty." you mumble.
Steve smirks, "Smart choice." he unbuckles his pants, letting them fall as he palms his girth. You eye him eagerly. Placing your book carefully on the nightstand before shimmying off your gown. Wearing only your undergarments as you reposition yourself. You toss a few pillows off the bed, making room for your limbs to stretch. Laying back on the soft pillows as you closed your eyes. Steve crouches from above, palming his manhood through his briefs.
Tonight, you would play the role of an unconscious maiden, unaware of her being taken advantage of. An act that Steve had grown fond of. Your husband was a gentleman. He could never stomach the idea of taking advantage of a helpless woman. At least not while she’s aware. So, playing out this fantasy had been more than enough to satisfy his certain urges. Well, almost enough.
A thumb presses against your bottom lip, parting your mouth slightly. He could feel your soft breaths. He dips his tongue deep inside, enjoying the taste of it. Retrieving with a satisfied hum as he smacks his lips. He nips and suckles the side of your neck, creating a trail to the curve of your chest. He pulls down your bralette, nipping and suckling the buds until they’ve peaked. He couldn’t hold it in any longer.
You felt the sensation of his gentle touches. Steve’s embrace had always felt soothing, calming and oh-so delightful. Part of you fought the urge to pounce on him right then and there. But you knew the reward after would be worth it. Patience was key. Everything was going at an easy pace. You suddenly felt the wiring of your bra snap open, exposing your breasts to the cool air. You shiver but remain still. This was unlike Steve, perhaps it was liquid courage?
A rough hand reaches for the waistband of your panties, yanking the garment down. A calloused hand parts your legs roughly to expose your womanhood. His finger pads are rough as they rub at your slit. Part of you bit back a whine as they attempt to collect any wetness. Then the sound of him spitting on it shocks you. That was new. Again, the fingers return, this time coating the slit with more saliva. As rough finger pads trace your bundle of nerves the sensation of teeth nipping at each breast.
He plunges his digits deep into your channel. A faint whine escapes your throat. Almost writhing in pleasure from the stretch. Your hips jerk up instinctively. He pulls them out to press your hips down. Then begins pumping them at a rough pace. It takes everything in you to control your breathing. This was an entirely new side to Steve, and you love it.
He notices the muscle tightening around his digits and swiftly pulls out. He rubs up and down your slit before making circles around your clit. You jerk your hips up again, which led to him cupping your mound with a harsh slap. He stokes at your folds before giving another smack. Then another, before sliding his fingers back in.
At this point you’re drunk on pleasure. You’ll do anything to cum and he knows it. He lifts a leg over his shoulders to give a full view. He begins to pump his digits to a vigorous pace. Knowing well what he was doing. His long fingers find that sweet spot inside you. Again, he made you chase for that orgasm before denying it.
He flips you over, gripping the back of your head as he pushes it against the bed. He retrieves a pillow and places it at your underbelly. Before you've had a chance to settle he'd already pushing in. Steve has never taken you in this position before. His length felt different. He felt much more thicker, to the point where it was almost unbearable, almost.
You squeal into the pillow. Toes curling as he held an arm around your torso. He thrusts at a brutal pace. Your eyes roll back as he took what he wanted. Smacking your rear every now and then to feel you clench around him. He doesn't slow down nor does he falter. He's dead set on cumming right there, right now.
He lifts his leg up and pushes in as deep as he could reach. He emptied his load, warm spurts coat your walls. Filling your womb to the brim. He grunts from the sensation of it, licking the shell of your ear as he came. He backs up, letting part of his length remain inside, plugging you in. His thumb presses against your rim. As if he were testing the waters. He collects your arousal, scooping up the slick before lathering it against your other hole. He inserts a digit in, watching you writhe in pleasure oh-so beautifully.
You felt something prodding against it. A familiar feeling. He pushes the small phallus in until it's end remains. You groan from the stretch. You don't know what it was exactly until he presses a button. It's faint buzzing has you sobbing with pleasure. You were going to tell Steve about the toy, eventually. Now he was just being cruel.
He slams his length back into you. Gripping your hips hard enough to hurt. One of his hands has felt stronger than the other. As he thrusts his hips back and fourth, you lose your strength to hold the position any longer and fall forward. He continues to plunge at a brutal pace, deepening his strokes until climaxing yet again. You were in sheer bliss. Almost passing out with pleasure.
He finally flips you over to take a good look. You fight the urge to keep your eyes shut. You've been waiting for this moment and he knows exactly what to do. There’s only one way to wake Steve’s sleeping beauty up: A True love's kiss.
And if there’s one thing Steve loved more than anything else, it's watching his best friend cuckhold his wife.
Steve has to bite his lips to stifle the moan escaping. His eyes are hooded with lust. Steve delves his tongue deep into your abused channel, latching his lips on your mound as he tastes his friend's spent. He rolls his eyes back, savoring the moment with a hum. You whine from the sensation of it.
His moans send a vibration throughout your slit. It takes every muscle in your body not to cum right then and there. Steve muffles his face against your womanhood. Moving his head from side to side as he brushes his nose against your clit. He engulfs the erotic scene in front of him. Savoring every last drop. Almost losing himself in the process. When he retreats he confesses, “You were right Buck, this was a great idea.”
Your eyes shoot open when he says those words. Steve lifts your legs up as he drags you to the end of the bed. His fingers dig into your soft flesh as he pulls you towards him. He rubs his tip against your now drenched opening. Looking you dead in the eyes as he gave a command, “Look at me.” he grips your jaw in a firm grasp, growling in your face, “You look at your husband when he's speaking to you."
Bucky can't help but smirk. He's taught him well. Maybe that'll keep you from running your mouth. He retreats to the kitchen where the unopened champagne bottle was left. When he returns you're a blubbering mess. He pops the cap open. Tilting the bottle over Steve's head. His friend tilts his head back, opening his mouth to capture the liquid. Bucky pours the rest onto your naked bodies. Lapping the drink from your skin.
Bucky laid right next to you as Steve lifts your body. He sits you in his friend's lap. Your eyes are shut with shame. Until you feel Bucky's girth pressing against your rear. They shoot open as you began pleading , begging for Steve to make him stop. Your husband only chuckles at your measly attempt of escape. He smiles when he sees you taking his friend. As if Bucky were made for you. He sighs with adoration, "Thanks for the anniversary gift Buck. I should’ve done this a long time ago." Steve rasps. His friend matched his pace, “Knew you’d like it.” Bucky moans, grunting as you took him in.
Prompt: 14. Temperature Play || Bath/Shower || Swallowing
Plot: You are the Darkling’s personal healer but you’ve both come to care more about the other than intended and he doesn’t handle the best way when he sees you hurt…
Warnings: at the end, so not to spoil the fun, you can search for it with ctrl/cmd+f or scroll down at the bottom of the post
***
Another attempt on his life.
Since the Darkling took over as the king many had tried to kill him in various ways. All had failed, they had no chance to begin with, but they could do some bothersome damage that made him need a healer.
You were chosen many months ago, tested for your power and loyalty before your place solidified by his side. You were there to heal him but he witnessed your talents in battle too. At that time he was impressed, now he was radiating nothing but anger.
Aleksander insisted you get your wounds taken care of before you could tend to him. He was so angry with you for putting yourself in danger that he could barely look at you.
When you entered his chambers, he was sitting in the tub, the water black from his cursed blood.
He didn’t speak as you cleaned his wounds but you could see his reaction to your soft touches as you slowly made all injuries disappear.
When you were done he was still glaring ahead, not sparing a glance at you so you thought it best to leave but he had other plans.
Just as you were standing, half turned to leave, he pulled you into the tub. The scene becoming a mockery of a cherished memory from the beginning of your relationship as you hear his demand.
“Finish it!” He almost growls as he pulls your hips flush to his own, and for the first time since you’ve met him, you feel fear in his presence.
With trembling hands, you find his hardened cock beneath you and pull your gown up to your middle, out of the way. A shaky breath leaves you when the tip nudges at your entrance, followed by a sharp intake and a silent scream as he impales you on his lenght.
You cry out as he takes out his anger on you, he wants it to hurt, you can feel the dark intent to punish you for disobeying his order.
His grip is bruising on your hip as he holds you in place for the painful snaps, hammering his way too big cock into your unprepared body until the pain bleeds into pleasure. His other hand holding you by your nape, his burning stare fixated on you, daring you to look away but soon enough your eyes become unseeing as your orgasm hits you.
The Darkling doesn’t stop at your weak whimpers or even after the next time you convulse around him. His unrelenting pace gets you to come three times after the first and most painful one. Every snap of his hips feels like a stab in your womb, your walls raw and your body plaint because of him but he doesn’t stop.
He drags out the last one, it feels like he’s been fucking you for hours, and maybe he has, although he doesn’t show any signs of tiredness. The water is cold around you and at least half of it landed on the floor by the way he moved your bodies as he kept using you.
He starts to quicken the pace and then lose the rhythm you know he’s close so you silently beg that this would sate him now as you are not sure you could take any more of this. When he began he was holding you to guide your movements, now he has to hold you up because you had no strenght left to do it yourself. Oddly, you still feel safe with him to let go like that.
You don’t have time to wonder over that because a few, precise, hard thrusts has him coming deep inside you, triggering your own high that makes your body tense and has your eyes rolling back while you helplessly take every drop of his cum that he not only pumps into you but pushes in with a few more punishing push of his still hard length. That triggers another, violent orgasm that leaves him impossibly more wet as your body rewards him for what was intended as punishment.
When you come down from your high, exhausted and hurting all over, he is still inside you and for a moment you tense, afraid he is not done but he holds you gently soothing you with gentle words that almost sound like an apology.
You sit there like that for a while, trying to get over what just happened when he speaks.
“I loved another, a long time ago. She was so much like you. I can't lose you too.” His words were meant to reassure you but they cause more pain than his earlier treatment ever could. He could tell though, the track of thoughts that led you to believe that you were only a replacement for him.
Aleksander guided your gaze to him by your chin, holding your face in his palms, caressing lightly as he let you see his darkest and most vulnerable state for the second time since you have known him.
It should have scared you, especially after what just happened but you loved your king too much to care about the dangers. It was rather silly, that the thought of his affection turning out to be insincere scares you more than anything this powerful, dark saint could inflict on you.
“You misunderstood me, milaya. You know I lived many lifetimes before I met you.” It wasn’t phrased as a question but he waited for your nod before continuing. “I loved very few before you,” he planted a light kiss on your lips with a sad smile that did not reflect any emotion in his eyes “a part of me died each time I lost one of them.”
Another long silence as his well-practised mask slips back into place for a moment, then a struggle to open up to you again. “I love you with all my heart, and that’s something you should fear rather than cherish but I’m too selfish to let you go…”
“I’m here.” You interrupt him with a strained voice. For the first time, you return his caress, more confident in your feelings than ever. “I’m here and I’m not going anywhere.”
He gives you another sad smile, this time his dark eyes shine with love and grief for you.
Aleksander is attentive in the next few days, keeping you close through the day and even closer during the nights. This attention only gets more intense after he makes you his queen.
Some people still call your king a monster but you know the man beneath all that darkness and you accepted all of him, knowing your life will be difficult sometimes but trusting that that passionate and probably little twisted love of yours would be just as eternal as your Darkling.
***
Warnings: dubcon, um… well… not really healthy relationship, blood, injuries, rough sex, angry sex, unprotected PiV, self-doubt, unexpected dark fluff (that's a thing, I just made it so) and happy ending?
cw: arranged marriage, oral sex, non-human genetalia, loss of virginity, reader is very repressed
male demon x fem reader
word count: 8k
You’d spent the whole week non stop planning your wedding. Stuff you’d dreamed about for ages. You had found your dress and helped pick flowers and colors, finally given the opportunity to decide things, to plan something for yourself. Everything would be perfect. But the planning couldn’t go on forever, eventually the actual day did arrive.
And now you sat in the throne room, waiting to meet your future husband. It was odd, in all the years of thought you’d put into this wedding you hadn’t given much thought into who you’d be marrying. It wasn’t like it would matter anyways. You’d known it would be out of your control, that them letting you plan the wedding was nothing but an attempt to pacify you. A facade of control to distract you from the rest of your life that you had no part in making the decisions about.
Sitting here, waiting for him to arrive, you could no longer indulge in that. You couldn’t throw yourself into planning, try and distract yourself from everything else. You sat there, chin up and face as unreadable as you could make it, and you had nothing to do but think. You had to stay present, it was important to consciously make yourself look regal in front of everyone, but that just made the time pass even slower, your incessant worry becoming overwhelming.
Of course you’d known you wouldn’t get to choose who you married, that was how being a princess worked. That was why you’d put it out of your mind so intentionally, no use worrying about things you couldn’t change. However, in all your years of not thinking about it, you’d never imagined that this was how you’d end up. You assumed you’d marry some haughty rich boy, probably a prince or a king. You’d met enough of them to know that most of them were the same. You knew what awaited you, or at least you’d thought you had. Somehow, you had been blindsided.
You wouldn’t react emotionally. They’d explained everything to you beforehand so you had time to cry, to get frustrated, to argue, to adjust. You were numb to it now. You’d do your duty and you would do it with grace.
Part of you had thought that the descriptions of your husband-to-be and the others of his creed must have been exaggerated, that the people who had encountered them had been making the demons sound more imposing for the sake of their little tales. It wasn’t a foreign idea, returning soldiers would say plenty of things to make their victory sound a little more heroic or to make their defeat sound more justified. As he entered the room, you instantly realized that you had been wrong. The first thing you noticed was his size. He was easily seven feet tall, towering above everyone else in the room. His skin was a reddish-purple, far from anything human, with large, dark horns coming out of his head.
Notes: I’m working on a couple WIPs because I guess that’s what I’ve become now… but this idea wouldn’t leave me alone until I got it out. ~5k
It’s almost a tic at this point, the way you check your phone every couple minutes and frown when there’s nothing new. The rumble of the rushing train muffles your heavy sigh as you head home after another boring day at work. Not that home has much more to offer you, other than no dress code and no small talk. Still, it’s an improvement.
The plastic case shudders against your palm and you eagerly swipe open the message.
“I still think it’s a shame you’re wasting your whole evening alone on the couch when you could be spending it on my lap instead.”
Your cheeks heat and you lean back into the hard plastic seat, biting your lip to fight the giddy smile. The instant flutter in your stomach has your thighs clenching in sweet agony. Hard to believe some stranger online has so much power over you, but does it really matter how you met in the end? The important thing is how he makes you feel… and he makes you feel really good.
This is my new, and hopefully improved, masterlist!! It is almost entirely DARK stories, so please be aware of the warnings! All my content is mature, 18+ ONLY! Hope you find something you like, but if not that’s ok! 😊 please let me know if you do like it though, your feedback brings me joy. 💖
Can I request dark Paul artrides x reader from dune
Hey,
So requests are actually closed, due to, well, the fact that I haven't been able to write for a while
I have another bad news, Paul is not a character I ever see myself writing for tbh
If you are in a Dune mood I'd recommend @supernovafeather. Another author I like and know who actually wrote Paul fic is @1-800-imagines but I don't know if they'd do dark fics or not
Sorry
....
Edit: you can find Paul fics on @supernovafeather's side blog too, @dunefeather 😊
You could hear them on the other side of the door, laughing, joking, completely secure in that they had scored the biggest payday by capturing you. You wiggled your wrists inside the cold chains that held them and sighed. You weren’t scared of them, but you might be a little scared at the prospect of being rescued.
That Soldier Boy would come for you wasn’t under any doubt, but the man was not known for his forgiving nature, and he hadn’t exactly wanted to act as a “glorified bodyguard” in the first place. The fact that you hadn’t listened to him, had gone out whilst he had been busy and grabbed a cab back to your apartment to get some paperwork would infuriate him. You didn’t know a huge amount about him, but you knew that his failure to protect you as ordered, and that you had managed to sneak away at all, would bother him to the point of distraction.
Your family was old money style rich, they hadn’t wanted you working at all in the first place, but you had been adamant that you wanted to do the full thing. College, undergraduate, medical school, internship, and finally working your way into Vought’s medical research team. You weren’t under any illusions that your family had paid for your way a little, but your brains spoke for themselves. You would have made it there sooner or later.
Unfortunately, when an heiress makes their way into one of the most public companies in the world, it makes headlines. You no longer were under the protection of your family who would keep you under lock and key until you were married, you were a public figure, easy to track and find, but your family didn’t grow to be as wealthy and ruthless as they were by not being able to think outside the box or utilising what they had at their disposal. They saw the threats against you, and immediately demanded that Soldier Boy be your personal bodyguard until the threat was destroyed.
It really was a perfect idea. No one with half a brain would come for you when the original Superhero was at your side at all times. Unfortunately though, you had underestimated how thoroughly they would still track you even with Soldier Boy as your shadow, and had left the house without any protection, and had quickly found yourself with a bag over your head, bundled into a van, and taken to this place - wherever it was - and shackled to a filthy wall, your arms stretched over your head.
You sighed again. This was so boring.
The voices of your captors continued on the other side of the door. You had already been forced to record one message for your family telling them to pay for your life - the sum of money was outrageous. Surely you were worth more than that? The tears hadn’t been fake, though, and your throat still burned from the awful mix of shame and pain. They had hit you hard, and threatened worse, and you begged like they demanded. You hoped your parents came through soon, you hoped that you were found, you hoped the men didn’t take the money and rape and kill you like they threatened-
“Hey, you miss me?”
You would shriek at the deep voice whispered in your ear, but a gloved hand is immediately put over your mouth, muffling the sound. Angry green eyes shine at you from over your shoulder when you turn to look at Soldier Boy. You glare back at him until he takes his hand from your mouth,
“Took you long enough.”
“I really wouldn’t act like a goddamn brat right now, Y/N. Your parents' money only pays for so much sass.”
“How did you get in here?” You look behind you, at the tiny window in the wall, “How did you get past-?”
“These fucks only had about four guards outside, it’s embarrassing that they didn’t try harder to keep you more locked down.” He raised an eyebrow, “Maybe I should leave you here with them, especially seeing as you clearly don’t listen when a man is talking. What you think, hmm?”
You sneer at him as best you can in dirty and torn clothing with your wrists shackled above your head, “You’re not going to do that. You’re a good soldier, aren’t you?” You clench your hands into fists, trying to keep them from shaking, “You wouldn’t leave me here all helpless, right? That’s not what a real man would do, is it?”
You hate playing to the old school misogynistic side of him - it’s what you’ve been doing since he got hired to keep you safe, just so he would shut up and let you work - but you had to. You didn’t want to be left here to be tortured and killed just because he was pissed off you snuck out. It kills you a little, but you hold eye contact, the tears not quite fake, and drop your voice to as quiet a whisper as you can,
“Please, Soldier Boy? Please rescue me?” He moves closer, his gloved hands going to the chain over your head, “Thank you!”
“Keep your voice down, woman, you want them to come in?”
“No.”
“Good… now I want some payment now.”
You shake your head, “What are you-?” Your voice is cut off when his right hand drops from the chain around your wrist and his fingers push into your mouth. The gloves are fingerless, the taste of dirt and leather swamps your tongue… but you don’t bite down.
“Do as you’re told and keep quiet, okay?” He waits for your nod, “Good. Now suck ‘em so they’re soaking.”
The voices are still jovial outside the steel door, you stare at the metal as you do as you’re told, straining to hear any change in their tone. Soldier Boy’s lips are right at your ear, he’s so quiet you almost can’t hear him… no one is coming in here, and he’s not letting you leave.
A thrill goes through you as you feel the front of your skirt being lifted by his free hand. It’s not quite fear, and it’s not quite excitement… if he had tried this in your apartment, or the safe house, or hell, even on the street, you would’ve jumped at the chance.
You couldn’t even attempt to stop your rescuer from doing what he wanted - and part of the thrill was knowing that you couldn’t anyway, even if you did have your hands free.
“Mmmm… god, women's underthings have gotten so much prettier.” The fingers of his left hand glide gently over the fabric covering you, “Y’feel a little wet down there, honey, you enjoying being touched like this?”
His fingers are still in your mouth, and you nod around them… you shouldn’t be… you should be scared out of your mind, you’re a hostage and your rescuer is about to do what the kidnappers threatened…
But you’re not scared of this man.
You absolutely should be scared of him, you absolutely should hate him, but when he pulls his fingers from your mouth and carefully pushes them down the front of your underwear, you just close your eyes, letting your head fall back on your shoulders at the feeling.
“Such a dirty whore. Letting me fuck you with my fingers whilst those fuckers out there plot to take your pretty head.”
“Ffffuck you….”
“Maybe later, honey, if I can get you out of here in one piece.”
“Maybe that would be easier if you actually killed those people instead of- oh…” he twisted his fingers that way inside you, brushing just by that sweet spot, and you saw stars, “Please…”
“Beg me, honey. I only just learned what the fucking g-spot is, it could take a while if you don’t beg.”
His thumb gently circles your clit, and you bite your lip to suppress your moans, too scared to scream out loud at the sensation, “You-”
“Oh yeah, just learned about this too. No wonder Countess hated me so much, huh?”
“No idea why you’re bragging about this right now, you asshole!”
“Because I adapt. I see something, I want it, I have it, you got that?” His voice is so deep, whisper quiet against your ear, one hand around your throat, and the other inside your underwear, leather covered fingers buried inside you. He’s everywhere, and you hate to admit it, but even in the kind of danger you’re in right now, you know you’ve never been safer.
A small part of you understands that you’re probably more than a little hysterical after the last twelve hours of you think you’re safe with someone like Soldier Boy, but when he’s bringing you this close this quickly, you can’t find it in you to care.
His fingers are pumping faster, curling and touching exactly where you want them, your orgasm coming quick in this dark and scary basement, the voices of your captors ringing through the walls… and then Soldier Boy kisses you, swallowing your moans, his tongue tangling with yours…
His green eyes shine at you when he pulls away, his lips pulled up in a smug grin, “Good girl.”
“Asshole.” You scowl, anger making your face hot, “Can you get me out of here now you’ve had your fun?”
“Sure.” He easily snaps the chain around your wrists, before pulling a gun from the back of his pants, “You can shoot, yeah?“
“I-”
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll be back in five, just keep the thing pointed at the door. Anyone who isn’t me? Shoot the fuckers.”
Your shoulders ache, but you do as he says, and point towards the door. He grins at you before he leaves, “Oh… and my fun is far from done, honey. You’re not out of trouble with me yet.”
Two days later, and he wakes up, grinning at your naked sleeping form in the bed next to him. You had been a firecracker in the sack, just like he thought you would be. This womens lib revolution or whatever the fuck definitely had its perks. Women back in his day certainly didn’t do the things you had done in bed, that was for damn sure. He stretched, and slowly left the warmth of the covers, bringing his little telephone with him.
Soldier Boy was a fast learner, he’d picked up how to use these doo dads pretty quickly, but even he was surprised at how fast money could be transferred nowadays. Your family had been more than grateful that he had neutralised the threat against you, the bonus they had paid him was substantial. More than enough to finish up the home he planned to set up with you.
He kind of felt bad for the guys he’d killed saving you. They had been good men, they took orders well, but he couldn’t have a trail back to what had happened. They helped him get you where he wanted you.
The first time he saw you, a pretty woman in a damn lab coat, he knew that he needed you by his side. Your family’s money, your brains and his brawn? You’d give him the best kids. He could be a good husband for you.
Prompt: 9. Hate/Angry Sex || Lingerie || Forced orgasm (consensual)
Plot: Being Leto's wife is not as amazing as one would imagine...
Warnings: at the end, so not to spoil the fun, you can search for it with ctrl/cmd+f or scroll down at the bottom of the post
***
"He cannot have you!" Leto shouted in your face as he was struggling to hold you in place while he ripped at your clothes. He was mad because you attempted to get yourself a lover, a kind and caring officer in the Emperor's army who seemed to like you for you and not for your title.
"Why not? You have your whore." You bite back at him with the intention of hurting him as much as he is hurting you but you've gone too far this time.
His hand finds a way to your neck and he is squeezing it tightly, holding you down live while he threatens you with a menacing, low growl. "You will never disrespect the mother of my son again! Do you understand?"
Leto keeps his grip on your neck while his other hand rips at your dress again, leaving you exposed to him from the waist down.
"You don't scare me." You hiss at your husband but don't do anything to stop what he is about to do, you know better by now. "None of you get to have my respect. You can take my body but that is all you'll ever have." With that, you turn away and let him have his way with you.
He quickly frees his hardened length and nudges at your involuntarily wet entrance, Leto truly has your body, he always makes sure you come first and it has left an impression on you, even if it is only a physical reaction.
At least he spares you the embarrassment of stating the evidence of your desire. He slides into you easily and doesn't give you time to adjust as he begins to move at a demanding pace.
His body is heavy on you while he slides in and out of you, pressing himself as close as possible, caging you on the bed while he forces pleasure on you.
It's always a battle between you that ends with his win each time. When you fight him, he makes sure you enjoy it, he has a way to make your body sing whether you like it or not. When you refuse to meet his gaze he keeps you on edge, for hours if necessary. He only lets go when you keep eye contact and if he's been going at it for a while, then he stimulates you rather quickly so you would reach your high before he fills you. After you realised that, you tried to make it as quick as possible by meeting his demands but he wouldn't let you off that easy, so you just lie back and take it, refusing to look at him for as long as you can manage to withhold your moans then you give him what he demands without words.
Now he is more aggressive than ever, turning your head to lock your gazes as he is rutting into you with such force that only his hold on you keeps you in place. He drives through the message with every thrust, you'll never be free of him.
Leto Atreides took you as a wife after he defeated the last Emperor, your father. For that, you would not hold a grudge against your husband because he was forced into the war and had no choice if he wanted to live, what you do take offence in is the way he treats you.
Marrying you was a tactical move and your union had solidified his claim but the people loved him and his son was becoming a subject of tales of a better future so he would not need heirs from you anymore but he was relentless in that pursuit regardless. You started to wonder if it would be easier to just give him what he wants and then he might leave you alone.
You voice your question after he is done with you for today, lying on him, in the embrace he pulled you into, you let him keep you there as he softens inside you and waits for his seed to take. Resting against his chest, you listen to the steady beat of his heart as it calms down.
"If I were to give you a child... Could you love them?" You finally gather the confidence to ask but you don't look at him as you wait for his answer that you never receive.
He guides your head in his direction by your chin, much more gently than his earlier actions. "Why are you asking me this?"
"Because a child deserves to be loved. Unconditionally." You don't need to say the rest, he understands the unsaid 'I will not be able to' by the pained and defeated look on your usually defiant face.
"Is that why you keep ingesting that poison?" He frowns at you as your eyes widen at this admission of knowing your secret.
"You knew? Then why...?" If he knew you were taking every measure to make sure you don't conceive then you don't understand why would he do this to you.
"Because you are mine." He states it like he is saying the sky is blue. There is no anger or malice in his voice. Leto reaches out to caress your face with a sad look as the first drop of tear slides down your cheek.
"But you are not mine and I don't want to be yours." You lay back down and cry as silently as you can while he soothes you and tells you it doesn't have to be this way, you are his Empress and you don't have to be miserable with this arrangement if you would just give him a chance.
***
Warnings: forced marriage, noncon/dubcon, mentions of forced breeding, rough sex, degradation (not directed on reader), angst
Plot: Bucky wants to live out one of his fantasies, he’s just not being entirely honest about which one…
Warnings: implied reader description, reader is completely unaware of what Bucky can and will do to her, further warnings at the end, so not to spoil the fun, you can search for it with ctrl/cmd+f or scroll down at the bottom of the post, please read them it’s heavy noncon and a lot of triggers
I tried to finish the monster march posts but the Steve x Reader fic is driving me insane.
I've been only able to work on it for short periods, adding a little here and there but every time I start again after a break it takes me to a different direction.
If anyone is still interested, I could really use an opinion on where to go. Options:
totally unhinged, dark, monster smut, noncon, dark!Wanda x Reader and a bit of Steve x Wanda moment
bit softer but still dubcon elements, kidnapping/hostage, longer story with an actual plot
soft, fluffy, forbidden lovers, enemies to lovers, accidental pregnancy
Prompt: 9. Hate/Angry Sex || Lingerie || Forced orgasm (consensual)
Plot: Being Leto's wife is not as amazing as one would imagine...
Warnings: at the end, so not to spoil the fun, you can search for it with ctrl/cmd+f or scroll down at the bottom of the post
***
"He cannot have you!" Leto shouted in your face as he was struggling to hold you in place while he ripped at your clothes. He was mad because you attempted to get yourself a lover, a kind and caring officer in the Emperor's army who seemed to like you for you and not for your title.
"Why not? You have your whore." You bite back at him with the intention of hurting him as much as he is hurting you but you've gone too far this time.
His hand finds a way to your neck and he is squeezing it tightly, holding you down live while he threatens you with a menacing, low growl. "You will never disrespect the mother of my son again! Do you understand?"
Leto keeps his grip on your neck while his other hand rips at your dress again, leaving you exposed to him from the waist down.
"You don't scare me." You hiss at your husband but don't do anything to stop what he is about to do, you know better by now. "None of you get to have my respect. You can take my body but that is all you'll ever have." With that, you turn away and let him have his way with you.
He quickly frees his hardened length and nudges at your involuntarily wet entrance, Leto truly has your body, he always makes sure you come first and it has left an impression on you, even if it is only a physical reaction.
At least he spares you the embarrassment of stating the evidence of your desire. He slides into you easily and doesn't give you time to adjust as he begins to move at a demanding pace.
His body is heavy on you while he slides in and out of you, pressing himself as close as possible, caging you on the bed while he forces pleasure on you.
It's always a battle between you that ends with his win each time. When you fight him, he makes sure you enjoy it, he has a way to make your body sing whether you like it or not. When you refuse to meet his gaze he keeps you on edge, for hours if necessary. He only lets go when you keep eye contact and if he's been going at it for a while, then he stimulates you rather quickly so you would reach your high before he fills you. After you realised that, you tried to make it as quick as possible by meeting his demands but he wouldn't let you off that easy, so you just lie back and take it, refusing to look at him for as long as you can manage to withhold your moans then you give him what he demands without words.
Now he is more aggressive than ever, turning your head to lock your gazes as he is rutting into you with such force that only his hold on you keeps you in place. He drives through the message with every thrust, you'll never be free of him.
Leto Atreides took you as a wife after he defeated the last Emperor, your father. For that, you would not hold a grudge against your husband because he was forced into the war and had no choice if he wanted to live, what you do take offence in is the way he treats you.
Marrying you was a tactical move and your union had solidified his claim but the people loved him and his son was becoming a subject of tales of a better future so he would not need heirs from you anymore but he was relentless in that pursuit regardless. You started to wonder if it would be easier to just give him what he wants and then he might leave you alone.
You voice your question after he is done with you for today, lying on him, in the embrace he pulled you into, you let him keep you there as he softens inside you and waits for his seed to take. Resting against his chest, you listen to the steady beat of his heart as it calms down.
"If I were to give you a child... Could you love them?" You finally gather the confidence to ask but you don't look at him as you wait for his answer that you never receive.
He guides your head in his direction by your chin, much more gently than his earlier actions. "Why are you asking me this?"
"Because a child deserves to be loved. Unconditionally." You don't need to say the rest, he understands the unsaid 'I will not be able to' by the pained and defeated look on your usually defiant face.
"Is that why you keep ingesting that poison?" He frowns at you as your eyes widen at this admission of knowing your secret.
"You knew? Then why...?" If he knew you were taking every measure to make sure you don't conceive then you don't understand why would he do this to you.
"Because you are mine." He states it like he is saying the sky is blue. There is no anger or malice in his voice. Leto reaches out to caress your face with a sad look as the first drop of tear slides down your cheek.
"But you are not mine and I don't want to be yours." You lay back down and cry as silently as you can while he soothes you and tells you it doesn't have to be this way, you are his Empress and you don't have to be miserable with this arrangement if you would just give him a chance.
***
Warnings: forced marriage, noncon/dubcon, mentions of forced breeding, rough sex, degradation (not directed on reader), angst
Hiya! First of all I’d just like to say that I absolutely love the creativity and imagination that you have and the utter brilliance that is your work. I was just wondering if you’re still posting or writing the fallen angel!darkling fic? The idea intrigued me so much and I can’t wait for it! Thanks in advance and take care :)
Hi! 😳
Yes, absolutely. I've just finished a few assignments and I still have my thesis for this weekend but I want to finish Fallen as soon as possible. I'm always (a little) behind with everything 😅
Thank you for your kind words, I really can't express how much they mean to me 😊
theartofmadeline
baratheonpilled
turnnoffyourmind
pixelskylines
