Unlike the room Pedro is - ahem - getting dressed in there's no exit once you peek into the world of DARK!Pedroboys. I'm doomed and the boys wanted me to drag you down with me. They want some fresh meat 👅🩸 Try looking in those eyes and saying no.... Daddy gets what Daddy wants right?? Especially when he's BAD. Beware he will seduce you through the phone... and do anything else that he pleases with you 🫦❤️🔥☠️
All of these fics have a monster or "evil" Pedroboy 🏴👹💀😈
18+ mind the warnings, when I say dark I MEAN IT. Will update the further down I go......
Acacius has been calling out to me, whispering, "beautiful, what if we...." He sighs in my ear, "let me show you what could be." His sweet nothings and the rich timbre of his voice have seduced me and I've let him come play...
A sample that sets the stage for some 18+ / MDNI / NON-CON / DDDNE in an upcoming dark!Acacius x f!reader fic
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You get up unsteadily, overwhelmed with the effects of the wine. Acacius quickly stands next to you, wrapping one of his wide muscular arms around your shoulders, holding you against his solid frame to steady you. You're flooded with his scent of cedar and leather and musk, intoxicated with the smooth heat of his skin, your senses amplified by the wine. Your awkward limbs keep stumbling despite Acacius’ strength. He grunts impatiently and quickly bends to put his arm behind your knees, muttering gruffly as he lifts you, "Guess I have to carry you to bed." His thick hardened fingers flex around your legs as he gathers you up tightly in his arms. You're too overcome by the wine to protest or even be embarrassed, you just let yourself be carried. Acacius feels so warm. So strong. Where his fingers grasp your bare legs you feel an undercurrent rippling, electricity that somehow also grounds you and makes you feel secure and full. Like all you need is right here, right now in this moment with him. Like you’re more solid, more real, more alive.
Acacius holds you so the side of your breast and belly are pressed firmly against him, his big fingers flexing around your bare knees again, your skin thrumming from his touch. You cling to the thickly roped muscles of his neck and chest like you’re drowning. They feel powerful, solid, immovable, like he’s a living marble statue. This close to him, even in your hazy state, you notice the gleaming russet undertones in his large brown eyes. You admire the softness of his chestnut curls at the nape of his neck as your fingers idly comb through them, they’re so soft for such a hard man. As you run your fingers through his hair, Acacius hums lowly and just looks at you quietly, with a small smile tugging at his lips and the russet in his eyes glinting. For a second you think that he’s enjoying this even more than you are, but you’re also lost in the sensations of being held by him, lost in simply admiring him. You think he defines ruggedly handsome, the scars and deep lines on his face a testament to his experience and strength, they only add to his beauty and commanding regal presence. You smile, thinking he has the perfect Roman nose, wanting to stay in his arms just like this, forever.
But just then Acacius reaches your chamber. He bends deep with a low grunt as he lays you on your bed. You reluctantly start to slide your arms from his neck as he begins to pull away slightly, your face inches from his, and his dark eyes meet yours with a small lopsided grin. The kind of grin a cat wears when he’s been in the cream.
I don't have a computer so writing is super tedious, bear with me. And I want to make sure I portray this version of Acacius well, in all his glory, so it might be a while. When I read dark Acacius fics, this is always the version I wish he was 🥴 This Acacius? He will have you fully and completely and you will worship him like the Roman god he is.
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