#Manhandled Lifting your arms above your head open them legs. Don’t make me restrain them oh I can assure you you will wanna make that

[your-fuccked-up-dad-volume100]

Hey (With the intention of being murderously obsessed and possessive of you).🔪

[fific7]

Into the Darkness / Part 4

The Darkling x Reader

A/N: The final chapter. This does not follow canon, it’s literally just lemon zest 🍋 ... I have a vision of Ben Barnes in his black Kefta and riding boots permanently stuck in my brain right now. Attempting to write it right out of there.

Warnings: 18+ please due to NSFW content. Some dom/sub interaction, being restrained, coercion, questionable consent (thankfully it takes place in a fantasy universe), sexual content including oral, loss of virginity, very rough unprotected* sex. I don’t mention her actual age, but Reader is not underage.

*Irl, please don’t go wild in the country without protection.

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The Darkling looked at you with icy eyes. He took off his Kefta and threw it onto one of the chairs, and began unbuckling his trousers. “Take your clothes off, and get on the bed.”

He was furious. Jealous and furious. He fucked you for so long and so hard that you were weeping rivers of tears by the end of it. He’d stopped several times to pull you into a new position, before thrusting back into you and continuing his attack. Every time you gasped more loudly than usual, he smiled coldly at you.

He was fucking you from behind now. As he was about to come, he grabbed you by the hair and pulled your head back, hissing in your ear, “Remember who you belong to, little dove.” Tugging at your hair, he commanded, “Say it! Say who you belong to!” as he released his come into you.

“You... I belong to you, moi soverennyi!” you managed to say, breathing shakily from his prolonged physical assault on you. That’s what it felt like to you, an assault, a punishment. He’d never been so rough with you before, so relentless while he was fucking you. It was well over an hour since he’d pounced on you when you’d first lain naked on the bed, and he hadn’t let up once.

He rolled off you, got up and stalked into the screened-off bathing area, where you heard him taking a piss. You surveyed yourself while he was absent; bites, scratches and fingermarks - which would surely bruise - were apparent all over your body. Your breasts were sore from his incessant kneading of them, your nipples inflamed and painful from him constantly sucking and biting at them.

Your thighs were marked by his fingers and a pink rash from his beard was already showing between your legs. That same beard had also scratched and irritated your mouth and chin. He’d sucked love bites onto your neck, collarbone and breasts. You groaned and turned over to lie on your back, pulling the covers slowly over your abused body.

He walked back to the bed, pulling the covers back off and barking at you to get up and get on your knees. You sobbed, “Please, please...no, moi soverennyi....” He grabbed your arm and pulled you onto the floor. “Shut up and do it!” You wobbled up onto your knees, aware of his hard cock right in front of your face. “Open your mouth.” You did so, and he thrust into your mouth, pushing in so fast and so deep that despite all his recent schooling of you, you choked immediately.

He didn’t stop or back out, merely began roughly fucking into your mouth. Eventually you managed to draw in a breath, and tried to stop choking as he thrust in and out. You thanked the saints when you felt his warmth flooding your throat, and swallowed it as quickly as you could.

He allowed you to get back into bed, and you sank gratefully onto the mattress, pulling up the covers once more. He joined you, firmly grasping your jaw with one hand, “Never, ever, act like that with one of my men again.” He released you, lying down on his back. “You are mine,” you heard him say in a low voice, “mine!”

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It had taken you forever to fall asleep and when you awoke early the next morning, every single part of your body was aching. You were suddenly aware of a pair of grey eyes on you. His head was propped up on his hand, and he was just staring at you.

He rolled the sheet down until your breasts were exposed. Leaning over, he sucked on one of your nipples, grasping your other breast and groping it. You winced, they were so sensitive after all the manhandling they’d endured the night before. He saw your expression, but kept on doing what he was doing.

“I’m the only one who gets to do this,” he said, giving your breast an extra-firm squeeze, which made you gasp. “I’m the only one who gets to do this.” He kissed you, thrusting his tongue into your mouth. “And I’m the only one who gets to do this.” His head disappeared under the covers, and you felt him tonguing between your legs. “And this.” He parted your legs and you felt his cock there for a split second, before it sank into you. He moved fully onto you, pinning your hands on the pillows above your head and began to thrust.

Your eyes were watering as he ground into you, in pain but trying not to cry out. He reached his climax, and pulled out of you, releasing your hands. He lay on his back, staring at the material of the tent above him. “Your body has made me insane. You have made me insane.” You looked at him, “What do you mean?” “I’ve lost my mind over you, you’re constantly in my thoughts. I will .. not.. have you speaking with or being looked at by other men.”

You sighed, “So...what?....I have to remain locked away from everyone? How is that fair?”

He didn’t answer you, but got out of bed and started to get dressed. “Two of the serving women will come to you this afternoon,” he said, “do as they tell you.” He pulled on his boots, shrugged into his Kefta and left the tent.

You had no idea what that was all about. So you ran a warm bath, soaking in it and tried to soothe away all your aches and pains.

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The two serving women in their white and gold Keftas arrived after you’d eaten a light lunch. They’d brought an extravagant black silk Kefta with them, along with some ivory silk underwear, and said it was all for you to wear this afternoon. You were completely confused. Why? Wear to what? But you knew better than to ask them.

They cast odd looks at you, lingering on the love bites visible above your robe, and on the fingermarks on your wrists. You felt jealousy swirling in the air, but steadfastly ignored it. You were used to everyone’s wary, jealous and strange reactions to you these days.

However, you soon found yourself in yet another rose oil bath, this time insisting you didn’t need their help. You could only imagine the rumours that would fly if they saw your ravaged body. After your bath, you donned the silk underwear and put your linen robe back on.

Your hair was pinned up in a loose swirl by one of the serving women, you were dressed in the new finery and were then brought by them to the large meeting tent. They left you at the main entrance, so you lifted up the flap and stepped inside.

You could see him pacing beside the large campaign table. There was an unfamiliar man on the other side of it, dressed in the grey of the Oprichniki. The Darkling turned to you as you entered the tent. His eyes looked like a glacier, freezing you with their icy intensity.

“Welcome to your wedding ceremony,” he said.

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You’d stumbled slightly as he’d said that. “What?” you shrieked. His eyes closed in irritation, “Be quiet!”

He walked over to you, taking your hand in his and lifting it up as if you were going to dance. “We are getting married,” he stated. “It’s the only way I can still my mind, rid it of this unease.”

“What unease?” you asked. “The feeling that if I don’t make this official, it will cease,” he answered. “That someone may try to take you from me.” You looked at him, amazed. Had this all been triggered by a short, innocent conversation with Ivan? “I was merely conversing with Ivan,” you mumbled.

He laughed, but it was not with amusement. “You’re oblivious, aren’t you? All the men look at you with lust in their eyes, and want to possess you. They are jealous of me because I have you. The women are all jealous of you because you’re with me.”

Your gaze dropped from his. “I never asked for this, it’s your doing.” He nodded, “Yes, I know. But if I marry you, it will still all the tongues from wagging. It will also prove that it’s a permanent arrangement. That you will not be replaced. That I will not release you to be with other men.”

He walked you forward to the table. The Oprichnik, meanwhile, went to the main entrance and brought two more people into the tent. One of them was Ivan, the other unknown to you but also dressed in grey. Ivan looked extremely uncomfortable but gave you a short nod. These were the witnesses, you guessed. The original Oprichnik was also an ordained priest, you were told.

You took a deep breath as the brief ceremony commenced. How were you feeling about this? No discussion, no betrothal, nothing - it was all his decision. Anger boiled up in your veins, before subsiding as you realised - and accepted - that it would provide a high level of protection and security for you and your family. And it seemed you didn’t have any say in the matter anyway.

After the Oprichnik finished intoning the marriage vows, you were both required to respond “I swear an eternal oath to you by these vows.” Neither of you would be able to break this contract.

You were surprised when at this point the Darkling produced two black wedding bands from a side pocket, both of them with his symbol engraved on them. Yours was slightly thinner than his, and he slid it onto your ring finger before kissing it, and your finger.

You placed his ring onto his finger, following suit by kissing it and his finger. And that was it. Ten minutes and you were bonded to each other for eternity in the eyes of the saints. He leant in and kissed you softly. It was in complete contrast to his earlier treatment of you, and you felt even more conflicted about this dark, mysterious and still dangerous man.

There were toasts with kvas, and then you both left to walk back to your tent. You noticed that Kirigan had taken a very long and circuitous route back through the Camp, and he had placed your left hand on his right arm. He’d then placed his left hand over yours, so that both rings were prominently on display. You realised that this was his very public wedding announcement to the Second Army. The whispers and wide-eyed looks you both received as you walked through the Camp were quite something to hear and see.

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You were introduced - albeit it briefly - to an entirely different General Kirigan on your wedding night. One who took his time to remove your clothes, layer by layer. One who tenderly stroked your face as you lay next to him in bed, one who very gently entered you after kissing you until you’d run out of oxygen. One who gasped out, “My wife!” as he released his come into you. Who placed kisses on your breasts as you drifted off to sleep after sex. He didn’t disturb your sleep any further that night.

In the morning, he’d brought you tea and sweet bread to wake you with. You stretched, sitting up as he placed the tray onto the bed beside you. “Good morning, wife,” you heard, as you looked over at him. He was already dressed.

“Good morning, moi soverennyi,” you replied, but he shook his head. “You should address me as moi muzh,” he said, “...which is ‘husband’. Also lord, bedfellow, helpmate.” You nodded, “As you wish, moi muzh.” He smiled at you, gently moving a strand of your hair back from your face. “I will address you as moi zhena.... ‘wife’.”

His fingers strayed down to your breasts, cupping one of them and rubbing his thumb over your nipple. “I wish I could spend more time with you ... and these beautiful breasts....” his gaze dropped to where his thumb was, “...but I have an important strategy meeting I must attend. It shouldn’t take long.”

His eyes darkened to stormy grey, “And I’ll then expect my wife to be ready to pleasure her new husband.”

You nodded, “Of course, moi muzh.”

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You’d dozed back off, enjoying some alone time and recharging your inner batteries somewhat. Then you felt a hand on your shoulder, shaking you, and the bedclothes were pulled back. Your eyes opened and met his grey ones. He was already naked, moving onto the bed next to you, pulling your nightrobe up and off over your head, his eyes roaming greedily over your body.

His hands, unsurprisingly, went straight to your breasts and began massaging them. You sat up, moving your arms a bit so that he had better access to them. You’d accepted his obsession with them, and now acquiesced to every touch. Apart from anything else, he was now your husband, and you were under oath to obey him in everything.

His stiffened cock was already leaking pre-cum, and you readied yourself. Not a moment too soon, as he then straddled you, parting your legs and sinking into you. You gasped as he started moving on you, back to a fast pace and deep thrusts.

You’d been moaning softly at each thrust, when suddenly you were aware of another presence in the tent. Your eyes widened as you looked over his shoulder; no-one ever came in except by invitation. A sound of a throat clearing, and the Darkling’s head whipped round. It was Ivan, looking both incredibly embarrassed and in great fear.

“Forgive me, moi soverennyi,” he muttered, “you know I wouldn’t normally intrude but there’s been a report of...”

You’d been shielded from Ivan’s sight by The Darkling’s body, but now he also pulled up the bed covers over the two of you. “Get out,” he hissed at him, “I’ll see you outside when I’m finished.”

Ivan swiftly left, and you wondered if he’d also taken leave of his senses. He surely must’ve had a fair idea of what Kirigan would be occupied with when he returned to his tent after the meeting.

Kirigan turned back to you, he’d slid out of you when Ivan had come into the tent. “Where were we?” he smirked. He pulled you back towards him, giving his length a couple of strokes before pushing back inside you, continuing where he left off. Once he’d released into you, he got up and started re-dressing himself.

He left the tent, returning twenty minutes later looking angry. “That was a complete waste of time.” You were sitting up in bed and smiled at him, “Then what was his real reason for disturbing you, moi muzh?” He shrugged out of his Kefta, placing it on the chair, before turning and looking at you. “Why do you think? He wanted to see me fucking you so he can relive it in his dreams and pretend it’s him, moi zhena.”

You cast your eyes down, “He finds me so attractive?” He laughed, “Of course he does! Every time he looks at you, he wants to fuck you senseless.” You looked back up at him, “Are you going to punish him, moi muzh?” Again he laughed, “No! He is already being punished, every single moment of every single day, knowing that you’re mine and that he will never have you. Why do you think I made him one of the witnesses to our wedding?”

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A few days later, you awoke to a stiff cock hovering at your lips, so you obediently opened your mouth and lay there as Kirigan thrust far down to the back of your throat. You swirled your tongue around it and sucked on him as hard as you could, just as he’d instructed you. When you felt his warm release in your throat, you swallowed it down, coughing slightly when you weren’t quite fast enough.

He’d then followed his usual morning routine of fucking you a short time later, before dressing and going to his first meeting. Once again, an hour later, an Oprichnik came to your tent and said you were to attend at the meeting tent. Now familiar with what this would lead to, you followed him over there and waited in the side room. Kirigan marched in a few moments later, sitting in the chair and pulling you onto his lap as he unbuttoned his fly. His hard length was inside you in seconds, and you moved quickly on him to bring him to his climax so he could return to the meeting.

He pulled your face to his and kissed you hungrily. He drew back, looking intensely at you but saying nothing. You stood up, rearranging your clothing as you did so and preparing to leave. “Wait,” you heard, and you turned to him. He stood up, re-buttoning his fly, approaching you and placing his hand on your cheek. “You know that this is not just about sex, don’t you?”

You opened your mouth to speak but no words came out. He continued, “I married you because I wanted to fully claim you. But...” he hesitated then went on, “I also feel love for you.” You gasped, amazed at his confession. “You do?” “Yes, I do.”

You were silent. What did you feel for him? Attraction, fear (still), respect for his power, grateful for his protection, possessiveness.... but love? You looked up at him.

“I do have feelings for you, moi muzh. I think love is mixed in amongst them.”

He smiled down at you, “I’m glad to hear you say that. I hope that love will soon be dominant over the rest.”

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The next morning after Kirigan had left you, you had to run to the bathing room to vomit into the bucket there. This happened again twice in the afternoon. When this began to happen on a daily basis, he called one of the medics to examine you. Your monthly cycle had been due two days before and it hadn’t put in an appearance yet.

After carrying out a thorough examination and asking several more questions of you, the medic declared that you were indeed pregnant. The Darkling smiled broadly and kissed you, pulling you close against him.

“Well done, little dove. You are carrying my child.”

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He was even more attentive to you after that. And as the days and weeks passed, your belly swelled, your breasts became even fuller - much to his delight - and your mood swings were atrocious. Even the Darkling didn’t feel brave enough during those to challenge you, when you said you didn’t feel like sex.

He still got his fair share on a daily basis, of course; since you’d come into his life, the Darkling was no longer prepared to go without sex, so he was still on you at least twice a day but had toned down his dominant preferences due to your condition.

But eventually, one evening you and he were looking at the grey eyes and dark hair of a miniature Darkling, who was named Aleksander.

The Darkling looked at the two of you, a smile on his lips. You saw the love in his eyes for you and this child.

“My son,” said the Darkling, placing his hand on the baby’s head and laying his other hand on your face, “my wife. I love you.”

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[adonis-koo]

Could we do a DaddyJungkook! and little MC smut session?? I wanna see how steamy they can get 👀

Note: This was supposed to be a short drabble I’m sorry 😭

Summary: Jungkook has a particularly fun way of getting back at you when you’re too annoying

Genre: Jungkook/Reader, d/lg AU, there is no age regression in this fic just to clarify! But it takes place in their universe, tattooed!Jungkook just to warn any new readers, 

Word Count: 2.4k

Tags: possession kink, rough manhandling, brat tamer Jungkook, spanking, degradation, vaginal fingering, orgasm denial, vaginal penetration, brat!MC, begging, dirty talk, Jungkook swears a lot, bondage, hair pulling if you squint, SIZE KINK, sir kink, doggy style, but also wall sex??? Kinda???, squirting, breath play, and ofc aftercare king Koo!!!

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“I said,” Jungkook growled in a deep voice, his eyes piercing yours as he sat straddling your hips, your hands bound and forced above your head as he leaned in, “Who do you belong too?”

You swallowed thickly, a short laugh escaping your lips before you raised your brows challengingly, “I don’t know,” you lifted your head as best you could while snidely replying, “Why don’t you show me?”

His hand was immediately at your throat squeezing harshly as a small moan escaped you, a wicked smile tugging on his lips as if he was delighted by your words, his cock heavy and bobbing for friction as he answered, “Gladly.” You let out a whine at suddenly being rolled over, wiggling in your restraints only to be reminded you were left to Jungkook’s mercy. 

Grabbing your hips he lifted them before he landed a harsh blow against your ass making you jump with a cry as he snapped, “Say it.” He didn’t even wait for a response before he landed two more blows against your soft ass cheeks.

Squirming you tried backing your hips into his, your cunt clenching around nothing in need as you gritted your teeth stubbornly, “Is that the hardest you can hit?” You mocked, “Maybe I should’ve got Hoseok in here, beat he can- Ow!” You whimpered as your body jostled forward, his hand spanking so harshly against your ass you were sure it would leave a mark, your eyes beginning to water only for Jungkook to purposely land another blow on the sensitive skin.

Your body was squirming as you sniffles, you could hear Jungkook clack his tongue, his chest flushed with your back as he growled a whisper into your ear, “Are you done provoking me? I can keep spanking this bratty little ass all day. Is that what you want princess? Me spanking such a pretty ass?” His voice dripped with sickly sweet condescension, his large inked fingers tenderly rubbing the sensitive skin.

His hand harshly spanking the under side of your ass just to watch the way your legs pathetically scrambled, “What? You can’t take a little banter? I thought you were a big boy who could take it.” You gritted your teeth, sniffling as a fat tear dripped down your cheeks, you let out a choked laugh as you mumbled against the bed trying to hide your smile, “You’re a fucking joke if you think you’re gonna get me to do anything with that tiny little pencil dick.”

You could feel his hands tighten around your waist before letting you go only for you to squeak at the thick heavy cock that slapped against your cunt, “What?” Jungkook mocked back, “You mean this tiny dick?” Jungkook began fluidly moving his hips letting his cock rut against the slick of your cunt. A whine escaping you at the feeling of his shaft rubbing over your sensitive clit that had yet to be played with.

Jungkook let his lips tug into a smirk at the sound of your needy whine, your hips frantically trying to rub against his cock for more friction, grabbing his base he kept it still to let your hips rub against him, his fat head rubbing into your clit as he groaned, closing his eyes briefly as he let his dominant persona break for a moment, “Fuck you’re so hot.” His tip was leaking precum and was throbbing against your clit as your hips grinded against him in need, soft moans escaping you at the pleasure throbbing in your body, you were so needy.

Just having his fat cock head rubbing against your sensitive bud had your body withering and excited to the point of nearly making yourself cum. As if sensing this Jungkook immediately pulled his cock away as you let out an objected noise, “What? I thought you didn’t need my pencil dick?” Jungkook growled, his hand curling around your body to find your cunt while letting his chest stay flushed with your back, “I think it’s funny how you want to fucking disrespect the only source of pleasure you will ever get.”

Jungkook let out a moan, his cock throbbing in need at the way you tried to muffle your moans and your body squirming and hips pathetically rutting into his hand when his fingers grazed over your clit, “That’s it baby,” Jungkook let out a purr, letting his fingers play and rub along the needy swollen bud, “See what you could’ve have if you had just been a good girl?” He mocked sweetly, letting his thumb massage into the little bud while letting a single inked digit sink into your cunt.

You had been reduced to a drooling mess, too focused on what his fingers were doing to try and be bratty anymore. Letting out a small whine you let your hips still for him to fully let the pleasure take over. God he was so skilled, his thumb carefully rubbing right into your sweet spot that had your back arching for him and he his fingers were so long. Jungkook easily pushed another inside you as you whined your walls clenching in excitement as he slow but rhythmically pumped them in and out of you.

“Fuuck baby you’re so tight,” Jungkook wasn’t sure how much longer he could coax you into obedience when his cock was throbbing this hard, he needed to be inside you and soon, “What happened to your words huh? What happened to being such a bratty little bitch?” He let out a breathy laugh at the way your cunt clenched at his words, letting his fingers curl into that deliciously sponging spot that had you whimpering against the sheets, “Is it because I’m finally playing with this needy little pussy?” Jungkook feigned a hum in thought.

His thumb beginning to rub harsher into your clit as you whined, his fingers rapidly hitting into your g-spot and he could tell by the way you hips trembled and struggled to stay still you were close, “Is that why you’ve been such a bratty ungrateful whore tonight?” He growled against your ear as he pounded his fingers inside you, your walls rapidly clenching around him as he snidely remarked, “Find it funny how you can’t say a word when this cunt is all filled up.”

Your hips unable to stay still anymore as you began fucking yourself, your need to cum making you cry with a whine, “Please...!” Your mind was racing and frantic at your body’s need to cum, pleasure was blooming so intensely with his thumb stroking your clit and his fingers hitting all the right spots inside you, “Please!”

“That’s all you can say?” Jungkook snapped, his fingers immediately pounded into you as you cried out, your body being jostled around and you were so close you could feel it, “Just a pathetic please?” He spat out, “You’ve been such an ungrateful slut all fucking night you don’t deserve to cum. Let me ask one more fucking time.”

Your eyes were nearly rolling to the back of your head and your body was skirting they dangerous line of cumming without permission as Jungkook growled in your ear, “Who do you fucking belong too? I wanna hear you scream it.”

“You! You! I belong to you! Mmph! Jungkook! Please!” You sobbed out, your voice heightening before you screeched again with a frantic sob at his fingers suddenly pulling out of you and the pleasure you do desperately needed gone, “I’m sorry! Please! Jungkook!”

“Oh you’re sorry?” Jungkook snorted as he sat upright, looking down cruelly at your trembling body as you looked over your shoulder with a whimper. His figure was dark and broody and you could tell he wasn’t in a forgiving mood today, a strand of hair had fallen from his makeshift ponytail and the ink slithering up both arms that flexed with muscle, “After giving me such a hard time today? After only apologizing after you were the one receiving pleasure? You’re sorry now?” He growled making you whine as you buried back against the bed.

“Apology not accepted,” Jungkook snapped as his hand smacked against your ass making you jump as you cried ouch, grabbing a thick chunk of hair Jungkook yanked it making you whimper as he snapped, “The only form of apology I accept is in begging.”

Jungkook grabbed your hips, forcefully lifting them up and spreading your legs making you whine with a sniffle, your sticky cunt on display for his eyes as you cried weakly, “Please! Please Sir! I need your big cock so bad. Wan’ it filling me up and pounding into my- my little cunt, please! I need it so much.”

Jungkook was letting his cock run along your wet folds as he moaned softly, “Oh you think my little small dick is so big?” He mocked with a small voice before letting his thick cock smack against your cunt making you whine, “Isn’t it just so small baby?” He grunted as he slapped it against your slippery folds, “So fucking tiny?”

“No! No!” You cried out, body squirming at his fat tip rubbing into your clit as you whined with a mumble, “Your cock is so b-big! Wan’ it forced into my tiny cunt and making me cum and make a big mess all over it- please Sir! Please! I- I need it inside me. Want your cock inside me please!” Your eyes were watering at the way his tip teasingly rubbed against your entrance.

“Oh?” Jungkook choked back a moan, “You’re tiny cunt? Are you sure it’s little baby? Are you sure it can’t handle a massive cock.” Jungkook was biting his lip hard to restrain himself, he was going to finish early he could feel it, he had spent too much time tormenting you but god it felt so good listening to you eat your own words.

You sniffled as you rapidly nodded, “No! It- it’s tiny! Need your cock to split it open. Need you pounding it inside me. Please! Sir!” You squirmed with a loud cry at the way his tip sink inside you. True to your words it didn’t matter how many times you had sex Jungkook would always be a big stretch, the delicious sting of your cunt struggling to adjust to his size you had learned to love.

“Fuuck.” Jungkook let out a long moan, “C’mon baby, you’re gonna have to relax if you want my cock so fucking badly. Mmm shit, always talking shit when you’re so fucking little,” Jungkooks cock was flushed and throbbing in pleasure at being trapped into your tiny walls that struggled to relax to let him properly thrust, “Fuck baby, do you need me to just start thrusting? Making you take my big fat cock?”

Your walls clenched harshly around him as you frantically nodded making him chuckle, his hips immediately slamming into you making you squeal his cock sliding past your tense was as he split you open his shaft rubbing into your g-spot as you moaned, the bed rocking and squeaking into delight as you whimpered moans.

“Fuck princess.” Jungkook moaned, his hands fumbling to untie your restraints before freeing your hands, “I’m not gonna last long baby,” He moaned against your skin, grabbing your body before he jostled you upright making you whine at the change of positions. Your nipples perked at being pressed against the cold wall before Jungkook resumed his thrusting, hair tickled your neck as Jungkook buried into your shoulder, “You always feel so good. Every fucking time.”

His free hand wrapped around your neck making you cry out with a winced moan, your walls clenching around him harshly as he aimed his hips to stroke over you g-spot, “I see that little smile on your lips,” You could feel Jungkook’s lips curl, his hand lazily squeezing on your neck as he moaned, “Cum for me baby, wanna see you make a dick a big wet mess. F-fuck that’s it baby. That’s it.”

Your cheek pressed against the wall as you whimpered and moaned your throat burning pleasantly as his hand squeezed harsher, “Jungkook! Ah!” His thumb managed to run down your body to rub along your clit making you clench with a squeal.

“That’s it princess. There you go.” Jungkook slurred in your ear his cock splitting you open while rutting into you lazily as you squirmed your orgasm built up so fast out of excitement you could hardly register the way it flooded your body.

Your mouth wide open as the most pathetic moans escaped you, liquid spewing from your little hole coating Jungkook’s cock that lazily thrusted inside you as he moaned, “Good girl baby, such a good fuckin’ girl.” Grabbing your hips he forced them to bounce on his cock as he moaned, “Always making a mess on my dick. Fuck.” He sunk your hips all the way down onto his cock as he buried into you neck. Thick hot ropes of cum spurting inside you as he moaned lowly.

The room was only filled with heavy breathing for a minute, his cock nestled inside you half hard before slipping out as he nudged against your neck, noticing immediately your thighs that trembled, “Mm you’re always so good for me baby.” Jungkook’s arms wrapped around your waist carefully peeling you away from the wall to sit down on his lap, your body curling against his as his arms wrapped around you.

His lips were slightly chapped as he pressed them against your neck cooing out softly, “Such a good girl. What’s wrong baby? Was I too rough?” You weren’t usually this quiet post sex and he could tell by your body language something was wrong, rubbing your nose against his neck you let your fingers trail against the ink swirling against his skin.

“Were you really mad about today...?” You mumbled against his warm sticky skin, you hadn’t meant to make him mad the whole day, you just thought it was harmless fun poking at him...

Jungkook’s lips tugged into a frown as he pressed a kiss against your head, “Of course not sweetheart. Annoyed sure, but wasn’t that your goal?” He smiled at seeing the tiny smile on your lips, “But I was never actually mad. Just annoyed enough to take it out on you in bed.” He flipped down laying on top of you as you let out a muffled whine, “I love you so much baby.” He whispered as he pressed another kiss against your neck, “Now stay here I’m gonna go get some cream for that cute little ass.”

“Like I can even stand up.” You muttered, making sure to look up at his laughing figure, your eyes making sure to roam against his sculpted ass cheeks all the way up to his broad muscular shoulders tattoos wrapping around them as you licked your lips while calling out desperately, “What about round two!? My ass can wait!”

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Stitching The Wounds, Chapter 11

TITLE: Stitching The Wounds CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 11 AUTHOR: fanficshiddles ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki and Kilgrave are Alphas and feel a spark with the same omega. RATING: M

Leona was surprised at herself with how nervous she was. She didn’t think she would be, but she was worried about messing things up.

She really felt like Loki and Kilgrave were the ones.

So she decided to give them one last challenge before being claimed. To see if they truly wanted her. And she did like a bit of fun, being manhandled…

‘Why don’t you go up to my room, get undressed and wait on the bed for us.’ Loki said, sliding his hand up and down Leona’s thigh a few hours after dinner.

Leona didn’t say anything, she got up and headed out of the room, with a bit more of a sway to her hips while she walked. Loki and Kilgrave grinned, looking at one another.

‘How are we doing this, then?’ Kilgrave asked after she left the room and they heard her going upstairs.

‘You mean, who is going first?’ Loki chuckled.

‘As the older Alpha, I think it should be me.’ Kilgrave said slightly cockily, smirking.

Loki raised an eyebrow at him. ‘This is my house.’

‘Was. I pay half now, you said it’s as much mine now as it is yours.’ Kilgrave reminded him.

‘Only one way to resolve this, then.’ Loki grabbed his wallet from the table and took out a coin. He threw it in the air and caught it, putting it over the back of his hand. ‘Heads or tails?’

‘Heads.’ Kilgrave said decisively.

Loki removed his hand and he grumbled, making Kilgrave chuckle.

‘Don’t worry, I won’t tire her out too much for you.’ He winked at Loki as he stood up too. Loki rolled his eyes and then they both headed upstairs.

When they went into Loki’s room, Leona was indeed there like she had been told, but she was still clothed.

‘Why are you not naked, pet?’ Kilgrave asked firmly, shutting the door behind them.

Leona shrugged, she was sitting at the top of Loki’s bed against the headboard, watching TV. Loki folded his arms across his chest and narrowed his eyes at her.

‘Turn the TV off, doll.’ He said, nodding his head to the remote on the bedside table.

She raised her chin up, a look of defiance as she didn’t move.

Kilgrave crossed the room and stood on front of the TV, arms across his chest. Loki started heading around the bed to get the remote, Leona took that opportunity to scramble across the bed to the opposite side, giggling.

Loki turned the TV off and Kilgrave moved swiftly to grab Leona.

‘Where do you think you’re going, pet? It’s time to make you ours.’ He growled, his arms slipping around her.

She looked up at him and he could tell by the look on her face she was being cheeky, she wanted this. But she wasn’t going to submit easily for them.

‘Come on, take off your clothes. Or are we going to have to do that for you?’ Kilgrave smirked down at her.

‘You do it… Unwrap your present.’ She teased, biting her lower lip.

‘That can be arranged.’ Loki growled from behind her as he moved in on her too, effectively trapping her between the two strong Alphas.

They started undressing her, touching and stroking her body as they went. Her skin felt like it was on fire under their touch, she felt herself melting more and more.

Kilgrave started backing her up to the bed, she tried digging her heels in but Kilgrave lifted her up with ease and tossed her onto the bed. Kilgrave and Loki climbed on with her after quickly removing their own clothes.

Leona crawled to Loki and she bent over to bite his thigh, making him gasp in surprise. He let out a growl as he wrapped a hand around her neck, forcing her back down on the bed. He kept her firmly in place as he knelt at her side, his other hand delved between her thighs and he stroked through her folds, not surprised at all to find her wet.

‘The sooner we claim you, the better. It’s about time you had Alphas to take you down a peg or two.’ Kilgrave growled, stroking his cock as he watched Loki finger her roughly.

She squirmed under Loki’s grasp, he tightened his hand around her neck and felt a gush of arousal from her in return. He smirked and curled his fingers against her g spot, his thumb on her clit, he quickened his firm movements and had her cumming in no time. The first of many this evening.

Loki released her after leaning down to kiss her lips, tugging her lower lip hard between his teeth. Making her whine and arch her body upwards as he chuckled.

‘Time to make you ours, little omega.’ Loki whispered over her lips.

Loki moved up behind her on the bed and took her head onto his lap. She felt his hard cock at the side of her head, but her attention was drawn to Kilgrave as he loomed over her from between her legs.  

She wriggled in excitement, Loki started stroking her hair softly while Kilgrave lined himself up with her cunt and leaned over her fully. Her body was trembling in anticipation when he slowly started to push into her, making her feel every delicious inch of him as she was forced to accommodate him.

‘Ohhh, god!’ Leona cried out, arching upwards into him.

Kilgrave firmly took hold of her chin, holding her steady as he kissed her, slowly thrusting balls deep into her. He paused for a moment, allowing her to adjust, she was clenching like mad around him, taking his breath away.

‘How does she feel?’ Loki asked, a darkness to his voice as he struggled to restrain himself. It was difficult seeing another Alpha claim her first. Even if it was Kilgrave.

Kilgrave chuckled and momentarily dipped his tongue into her mouth, swallowing some of her whimpers as he slowly pulled back until just the tip of his cock was inside her, then he thrust sharply back in. Making her cry out in utter pleasure.

‘Absolutely heavenly.’ Kilgrave purred, kissing down her neck.

Leona was going to try and be defiant right up to the end, to fight them off and make them work for it… But she just couldn’t. Feeling Kilgrave’s cock inside her had just completely shut her mind down, she just wanted to be claimed by them both so desperately.

Kilgrave started moving his hips against her, fucking her deep and slow. He slipped his arms under her body so he could cradle her up close against him, getting plenty of skin-on-skin contact.

As he rocked into her, angling her up against him so he could get as deep as possible, he sucked on her neck and lightly nibbled over her skin, deciding on where to mark her.

Kilgrave grunted and lost track of his rhythm when she came around him, squeezing the life out of his cock as he continued trying to thrust into her. She was a sobbing mess from the pleasure, Loki kept smoothing her hair back for her and smiling down at her sweetly.

‘You are so beautiful as you come undone.’ Loki purred.

Leona could barely register what was being said. All she could focus on was how amazing she felt and having Kilgrave’s big cock inside her.

Then she felt it… She felt his knot starting to swell just on the outside of her. Kilgrave reached down between them and started rubbing her clit, quickly pushing another orgasm into her. Kilgrave timed it just right, thrusting fully into her with his knot slipping into her.

She opened her mouth in a silent scream, her entire body started shaking as his knot swelled to size and locked them together as he spurted hotly into her. She was so full and his knot throbbed directly against her g spot, making her cum repeatedly.

As Kilgrave came inside her, he bit down really hard at the base of her neck, just where her shoulder joined. She cried out from the mixture of pain that flowed through her with the orgasms.

But what screamed in her mind was that he had claimed and marked her… Actually marked her as belonging to him!

His knot was still locked within her, keeping them together for a while.

‘Mine.’ Kilgrave whispered before he kissed her deeply, sensually.

She couldn’t stop trembling under him, her mind was all over the place. But knowing she was now claimed, properly. She had an Alpha… It made her feel really emotional, but she tried to keep it together.

Loki and Kilgrave could tell she was feeling emotional by her body language. Loki continued stroking her hair gently while Kilgrave kept kissing her and stroking her body gently, until his knot went down enough for him to slip out of her.

Loki was desperate to claim and mark her too. But he did his best to wait, to not just pounce on her and push Kilgrave out of the way. As much as he wanted to.

‘Mmm, I want to take you again.’ Kilgrave hummed, kissing her once more.

‘She’s mine now.’ Loki snarled and pushed at Kilgrave. Kilgrave snarled back at him, but he knew he had to share. So he moved to the side and let Loki take his place between Leona’s legs.

Leona let her legs fall further apart, feeling slightly dreamy in a way after her first fuck. She thought Loki was just going to slide right into her, so she was surprised when he didn’t.

He actually focused on her cunt and slid two fingers into her, then started scooping out as much of Kilgrave’s cum as possible. Of course, dragging against her g spot in the process to make her whimper and squirm.

It was the possessive act of trying to get another Alpha’s cum out of her first before taking her that had Leona moaning and wriggling on the bed.

Kilgrave lay down next to her, leaning up on his elbow. He glared at Loki, not entirely happy with what he was doing. But he kept quiet and stroked Leona’s neck softly, lightly tickling her that made her giggle between her light moans.

Loki was growling like a feral animal while he worked carefully and determinedly to remove as much of Kilgrave’s sperm as possible. Then he finally reared up and moved between her thighs, pressing the head of his cock into her.

The omega mewled as Loki thrust into her fully and lay himself over the top of her, her breasts squished into his chest as he started moving straight away. He grabbed her hands and gathered them together into one of his large hands, pinning them above her as he rutted into her.

Kilgrave was hard again already from watching, so he started stroking himself while he watched his fellow Alpha claim his omega.

Loki kissed her, his tongue moving in the same kind of speed as his thrusts. Then he started nuzzling her cheek as he thrust into her roughly, hitting a wonderful spot deep inside her that made her cry out as she started cumming around his cock.

‘Ohhh, yes. That’s it, doll. Squeeze my cock, take your pleasure. You’re such a good girl for your Alphas.’ Loki grunted and set off a chain reaction within her as he changed his angle just slightly, so he was stimulating her clit just enough to make her cum over and over.

His knot then began to swell, just as he pushed deep into her. She felt the same fullness and incredible pleasure that she had felt with Kilgrave. The throbbing on her g spot sent her body and mind completely down the rabbit hole.

She was already addicted to their knots, she knew it was only going to get more and more addicting over time.

‘Ohhh, fuck! Perfect. Just perfect.’ Loki yelled out.

He filled her up with his sperm, claiming her too. And he marked her in the same place as Kilgrave did, but on the other side of her neck. She saw stars as she was now claimed and marked by two Alphas. And it wasn’t just a dream. The pain in her neck was very real.

Loki’s cock continued to throb for a while, keeping her body alight with pleasure. He peppered gentle kisses all over her, Kilgrave reached over and stroked her cheek gently with the back of his hand.

When she was eventually freed from Loki’s knot, he released her and fell onto his side at the other side of her. But Leona couldn’t move, she was completely blissed out. Full of cum and incredibly satisfied.

There was a deep contentment inside of her, now she was fully claimed by two Alphas. Her Alphas.

[its-a-spn-thing]

Black Eyed Dreams - PART TWO

Title: Black Eyed Dreams, Part two

Characters / Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader, Sam x Reader x Dean Crowley. No Wincest.

Summary: The reader finds herself in Crowley’s palace. As usual, he has a few tricks up his sleeves to manipulate the Winchester brothers. This time, its at the reader’s expense. 

Warnings: This chapter is somewhat dark. Depictions of violence and bondage. 

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“Too busy inflicting pain to answer,” the rugged British voice hummed through Sam’s speaker and he hung up once he realizes he got sent to voicemail.

“No answer from Crowley,” Sam said as he walked through the motel room to collect his belongings that were scattered about. “Any word from Cas?”

“This is my voicemail, make your voice…” and Dean quickly pressed the end button on his phone as well. “Bubkis,” he responded.

Dean woke his younger brother up the moment he realized you were gone, and a tired, confused Sam quickly arose from his sleep to help his brother pack up the Impala. He was devastated. If he had just stayed awake and not let you out of his sight, no one would have ever taken you. He blamed himself, even though Dean insisted that this wasn’t his fault.

They had the car packed in five minutes, maybe even less. The two brothers were up against the clock, and they did not plan on wasting another precious second. Every second counted.

You stood in the middle of the dingy, dungeon-esque room, candles lit all throughout. You were still half naked from your endeavours with Sam, clad in pink boy-short panties and one of his t-shirts. You closed your eyes once you realized you should have put a bra on when you got dressed. Of course, you didn’t expect to see the King of Hell pop up in your motel room, let alone zap you to his “palace,” which seemed more like a warehouse.

Your nipples had forsaken you as the coldness of the damp room caused them to pop through the fabric of your lovers t-shirt. You quickly brought your arms across your breasts, feeling far to exposed in front of Crowley, and his minions.

“Darling,” you turned to face Crowley as he spoke to you, the look of confusion draped over your face. He sat on his throne with one leg crossed over his knee and a glass of scotch in his hand that was draped over the arm of the chair.

You didn’t speak, you just stood in the same spot, still facing him. He noticed you were uncomfortable when your eyes met with the two well dressed demons standing behind him. You brought one of the arms that was pressed against your chest to cover your crotch. Crowley was harmless, he would never try to sleep with you, but you didn’t trust his sketchy yes men as they looked at you. “Don’t worry about them, pet,” he shooed them away, and they left without saying a word. “Just focus on me.”

The lump in your throat finally dissipated as you stepped towards the rogue King of Hell. There was a little too much pep in your step for his liking, so he immediately put his hand up, forcing you to stop dead in your tracks. “Crowley!” You shouted, the aggravation audible in your voice. “Have you completely lost it?”

“Spare me the melodrama,” he put his hand back down, but you were still stuck in place. “Your lack of poetry bores me.”

You rolled your eyes and lifted your arms up to flap them back down to the sides of your legs. “My lack of poetry,” you scoffed, mimicking him. “What do you want, Crowley?”

“I have a proposition for you,” he uncrossed his legs so his feet were planted firmly on the ground, gripping on the arms of his throne to stand up. He buttoned up his tailored jacket when he stood, walking towards the small bar with a clear bottle of brown liquor and 3 glasses, the fourth was in his hand. He was going for a refill.

The motor to the Impala purred as Dean drove well over the speed limit. He and Sam continued to call Crowley and Cas. They were heading towards Crowley’s warehouse. They had a feeling that he was behind this.

“So help me God Sam, if he does anything to hurt Y/N,” Dean gripped the steering wheel with white knuckles at the thought of you getting hurt.

Sam looked out the window, deep in thought. He didn’t think Crowley had anything to do with this. “Dean, I think we’re barking up the wrong tree here.”

“Really?” Dean furrowed his brow and left his mouth open in the shape of the last syllable he spoke, looking at Sam in disbelief. “With Rowena missing, probably ran off with Lucifer somewhere,” he focused his eyes back to the highway, “he thinks we had something to do with her going missing.”

“So,” Sam paused to think for a minute, but he knew Dean had a good point, “he thinks that we took something of his.”

“And he wouldn’t think twice to take something of ours,” Dean responded quickly.

“Only problem with that theory is that Crowley hates Rowena.”

“Not when he needs something from her.” Dean looked at Sam once more, waiting for him to find a sensible argument, but Sam knew his brother was right.

Lucifer was on the run, and in order to avoid disaster, the Winchesters needed to try and find a way to get him back in the cage. Rowena would have been a huge help, but no one knew where she was.

“Proposition?” You scoffed and rolled your eyes and Crowley paused from pouring more scotch in his glass, looking up at you with displeasure.

“It something funny, Y/N?”

You looked up at the cobweb filled ceiling, stunned that he believed that somehow you could help him. You lifted your arm at the elbow in a questioning manner, running through possibilities in your head but you couldn’t think of anything. “Well, I mean,” you stared at him, puzzled, “what could I possibly help you with Crowley?”

He lazily pointed at you, keeping his grip on the scotch glass with his other fingers. “See, that’s where you’re wrong, dear.”

You didn’t respond. You knew he was about to go on one of his spiels that could have easily been explained in one sentence, but he always had to go above and beyond, showing off his impressive vocabulary.

“Y/N, you are aware the Lucifer, the one who your perfect, precious, all-days-are-good-hair-days Sam Winchester was locked in a cage with, is loose?”

You nodded.

“And you are aware that my mother, Rowena, about yay high,” he brought his free hand up to his chest, pointing his hand outward to show the height of his mother, “always wearing copious amounts of glittery eyeshadow, is missing as well, yes?”

You nodded once more, wishing he would just get with the program and tell you what he wants from you.

“I know that you and your denim wrapped lovers have her couped up in your little love nest.” He was referring to the dungeon at the bunker.

“Crowley,” you closed your eyes and gestured with his hands for him to stop talking, “just stop.” He opened his mouth to say something but you quickly cut him off. “Stop, I’m not listening to this. It’s absurd and doesn’t make any sense.”

“Well, there’s only one way to find out, sweetheart.” He smirked and nodded for one of his minions to enter the room once more. The tall, dark haired demon approached you and you had enough trust in Crowley to hope he wouldn’t try and pull a stunt. That same trust was quickly ripped away once the demon grabbed you a pulled you into the room behind Crowley’s throne. The room was warded on the windows, and there was one item in the whole room - a chair.

You fought the demon as Crowley watched with a blank look on his face. You kicked and screamed as he swiftly lifted you up off the cold floor and threw you on the chair and quickly secured your wrists in the restraints. “You mother fucker!” You screamed at Crowley when the door shut loudly with a clang.

Your screams did not cease and the King of Hell was beginning to get irritated. He slammed the glass of aged alcohol down on the table next to his throne and got up. “Bloody hell!” He exclaimed, his voice echoing through the large room.

He opened the door to the room you were trapped in, smiling smugly at you. “Y/N, those screams may work for Moose and Squirrel but not me.” He walked towards you and crouched down and put a cloth in your mouth, trying it around your head. “This is going to stay here, and the next time you’re going to speak, is when you tell me where my mother is.”

He shut the door, and you cried into the makeshift gag that tasted like mold. Your legs were cold against the rusty metal, and the leather restraints were digging at your wrists. You didn’t want to look down, but you were almost positive that the restraints had broken the skin.

“Little fucking hellion,” Crowley sat back down on his throne, taking a deep breath.

Your cries and screams were muffled by the gag. Your only hope was that Sam and Dean were smart enough to find you, which they were.

“Sir,” a second demon walked into Crowley’s throne room hastily, somewhat panicked. “It’s the Winchesters.”

“Bollocks.” Crowley whispered, throwing his head back, resting against the red velvet of his throne. He had to act quickly, because if your boys saw you restrained and gagged, he would’ve quickly found a demon-knife plunged into his chest.

“We have to act quickly, my lord.” The demon that was standing behind him, the same one who manhandled you into your restraints said.

“Don’t!” Crowley shouted, but quickly gained his composure and calmly restated. “Don’t tell me what I need to do, I know.” He ran his cold, dry hand down his face and through his salt and pepper beard. He wasn’t sure what to do, so he stuck with the plan. The plan was just slightly expedited.

You must have dozed off because you snapped out of a light slumber as Crowley opened the door and walked in, the same demon yes man following closely behind him.

“Right,” he clapped his hands together and rested them at his crotch. “Change of plans, dear.” You didn’t speak, you just stared at him with rage and your blood boiled. “This is Cleon, and I’m sure the two of you are going to get well acquainted very, very soon.”

You tilted your head and raised your eyebrow in confusion as Crowley pulled the gag down and let it rest around your neck. “See you on the flip side darling.”

He walked backwards, away from you and Cleon. He watched intently as his demon lackey threw his head back and opened his mouth as wide as he could.

“Crowley, no!” You screamed as the black smoke entered your mouth. It burned your throat and you felt like you were choking on your own vomit. You couldn’t fight it. It was too late.

You had no peripheral vision now, but what you could see was crystal clear. You tried to speak but nothing came out. It was like you were trapped in a glass case.

“Do you remember the plan?” Crowley asked you. And just when you went to respond, something else came out.

“I remember, sir,”

Crowley smiled with triumph when your eyes flashed black, and back to normal.

“Let’s get this show on the road,” he said as he undid the restraints of the now meat suit that was your body.

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