#dark vision

[springdandelixn]

Safety Measures

Summary: The security system you had installed in your apartment was done to keep your stalker away. Little did you know, he's already made his way in.

Warnings: dark themes ahead, deception, stalking, allusions to noncon, creepy vibes, nothing too worrying really but do tell me if I missed something.

Characters: Dark!Stalker!Vision x F!Reader

W/C: 1.2K +

A/N: Written for @boxofbonesfic Friday the 13th Challenge. Shoutout to @darkficsyouneveraskedfor for she initially thought of this plot and shared it with me during one of my Vision highs haha

Side Note: Victor Shade is Vision's human name.

As always, your feedback is highly appreciated and reblogs would be amazing. And of course, I hope you guys enjoy! 💙

“I think we are all set,” Mr. Shade says as he climbs down from his step ladder, tucking the screwdriver in his back pocket. “The cameras have a view of your kitchen and living room as well as your front door and the balcony.” He adds the information and you stare up at him, his words giving you a sense of relief and security. 

“I cannot thank you enough, Mr. Shade.”

“Please, call me Vision.” He says with a light chuckle, storing his things back in the large toolbox. “If you don’t mind me asking, it’s for our survey, but why are you having a security system installed?” 

His question makes you swallow thickly as the memories from the past months come to light. How innocent everything all started; random gifts left at your doorstep and soon after, at your workplace. Then the text messages started coming in, how this mysterious person would know where you were and what you were doing at the exact moment. 

Then the gifts began to become suggestive; different sets of lingerie, that to your surprise, fit you to a tee, with pairs of heels to match the outfit. But the most shocking one of all was a sex toy, wrapped in the most intricate and pristine packaging you’ve ever seen.

Until we meet, pretend it’s me. 

The note that came with it said and you immediately called up Sabrina and her boyfriend to pick you up from the apartment, fear encasing you that the stranger would show up any moment. You even changed your number the day after, hoping that it would deter, what you think is your stalker, to a degree and stop altogether.

But it didn’t. 

“Miss?” You snap out of your thoughts when you hear Vision call your attention, your hands fidgeting as you think of how to respond.

“There were reports of break-ins around the neighborhood a couple of days ago and I just want to have that extra security to feel safe.” It’s not the truth but not all of it is a lie. 

He hums at your explanation, a look of thought painting on his face and you visibly flinch when he snaps the toolbox close.

“I see. Well, I do assure you that our system is top of the line and no one will ever come in and out of your home undetected.” The smile he gives you is a comforting one and you can’t help but feel thankful for his assistance. 

He gives you a final rundown of everything he’s installed, showing you each corner where a camera can be found. You nod in understanding as he explains to you how to use the control panel and you make a mental note of all the important details he shares. 

“I guess that is everything.” He says with finality as he walks towards the front door. “Is there anything else I can do for you?” 

“Uhh—what about the payment?” You ask.

“I wouldn’t worry about that right now.” He states as he slips on his shoes. “We give our customers a one-month free trial for our services. And if everything is to your liking after the month, you can just give our customer service a call and they can finalize the transaction.”

“Oh, thank you so much. Is there anything else I need to know?”

“Nothing more for now.” His blue eyes shine against the afternoon light when he looks down at you. His blond hair falling over his eyes, and his brown, checkered shirt slightly rumpled from working all morning in your home. “But if anything happens, don’t hesitate to reach out.” He fishes out a card from his back pocket and hands it to you, seeing his name printed on the sheet. “That’s my personal line and you can call anytime.” You nod once more at his words and slightly tense when he rests his hand on your upper arm and gives it a light squeeze. “You stay safe now, miss.” He greets before turning to leave.

“I don’t understand. You said this was top-of-the-line technology.” You can’t help the irritation from slipping as you watch him tinker with the control panel in your bedroom. 

“It is.” He simply answers but the lack of concern and conviction in his voice only makes you more anxious. 

You want to believe that Vision didn’t install junky tech, you checked the website of their company and all the reviews have been nothing but great. Yet here you are, shaking in fear as your mind flits back to the moment you woke up; seeing a bouquet of yellow lilies laying beside you on your bed and the card with such an ominous note attached to it. 

I’ll see you later.

You start to pace in your room as the sense of unease courses through your veins. You can’t stop thinking that something isn’t right, that you’ve made some grave mistake yet you cannot tell what, and the constant tapping of Vision on the pad of the console only adds to the tension that’s slowly enveloping you. 

Then the clicking stops and you look up to see Vision staring inside your ensuite. You go to stand near him and follow his line of sight, seeing that he’s staring at the bin underneath your sink where the yellow petals poke out from within. 

“You threw them.”

“What?” You look up at him curiously, your eyes suddenly growing wide when he turns to face you, his sapphires growing dark. 

“I said, you threw them. The flowers.” He says in a calm voice, his head tilting to the side as his brows knit, confusion painting over his face. “Did you not like them, darling? Lilies are your favorite, right? The yellow ones to be exact. Or did I get them wrong?”

A deep chill creeps up your spine as his words slowly sink into your bones. How would he come to know of such a personal fact? You’ve only ever met him once, today being the second time. You barely even talked when he installed the security system yet he speaks as if he knows you on such an intimate level. 

Unless—no.

It can’t be. 

He can’t be.

You slowly back away as your blood is filled with fear, your body shivering when he takes a step in your direction. 

“Did you get rid of the rest of my gifts as well?” His voice is steady and calm yet there’s a strength to it, making the tension in the room thicken further. “Were they not to your liking, darling?” 

“I–it’s—” You try to speak but the words die in your mouth as fear completely takes over you. 

“What’s wrong, darling?” He gives you a soft smile. “It’s just me.” 

It’s as if your feet start to grow a mind of their own and you sprint towards your bedroom door. But a beeping sound echoes through the walls and your door suddenly shuts close, an audible click coming after, and tears immediately spring from your eyes as you grab the knob and try yanking it open.

“It’s no use, darling.” His voice is so close and you turn to face him, gasping when he plants a hand on the side of your head, standing only inches away from you. “There’s no escape.”

“Please—who are you?!” You cry. “Let me go! Please!”

“I can’t let you do that.” There’s amusement in his voice and he smirks as he moves to wrap his fingers around your throat, your hands grabbing his wrist as you try to pull away from his grasp. “I can’t let you leave.” He gives the sides of your neck a light squeeze, choking as you feel his fingers dig into your skin. “You can never leave me.”

[shadeysprings]

Anything for You

— Loki x F!Reader x Vision

Summary: Your Valentine's Day date with your boyfriend is interrupted by his childhood best friend.

Warnings: This is a dark fic. Noncon, smut—spit roasting, oral (m receiving), coercion, betrayal & allusions to sex trafficking. There may be more that I missed.

A/N: Happy Valentine's Day, everyone! Let's break some hearts. Italics are flashbacks and thoughts. Shoutout to my momo, @mochie85, for being a rockstar beta. This fic is part of my sleepover gift to y'all.

Your feedback is highly appreciated and encouraged. Reblogs would be really amazing. Enjoy! ❤️

Heart full and elated, you smile while staring out the window of Loki’s car as he drives down the highway. The lights from the lamp posts are the only one that shines into the dark vehicle, soft jazz music playing in the background accompanied by your boyfriend’s soft humming while he taps against the leather covering of the wheel. 

Your eyes drift to the rearview mirror and the smile on your face only grows further, the bouquet of red roses sitting idly in the backseat, a reminder of how the evening began that only cruised through into something bigger than what you’ve expected. 

You give a smile of thanks at the maitre d’ when he shows you to the private booth. A surprised gasp leaves your lips upon seeing Loki standing to greet you, the bouquet of roses nestled in his arms a bright contrast and a striking compliment to the black suit he dons.

He meets you halfway, a chaste kiss pressed to your cheek, one you respond with a blush that scatters from your neck up to your face. “You look beautiful, darling.” He breathes and the compliment is enough to take your breath away.

“Did you have fun tonight?” He asks, turning your head to face him. 

His eyes are still glued to the road while his other hand finds purchase of your thigh, deft fingers skimming over the exposed skin, sending a tingling sensation to your core. 

“Tonight was beautiful, Loki.” You smile, taking his hand in yours and lacing your fingers together. “I could never have imagined an evening as perfect as this. Thank you.”

“The quartet wasn’t too much?” He chuckles at his question and you sense the nervousness rolling through him with how his fingers tense.

Lifting his hand to your lips, you press a light kiss over his knuckles, the gesture seemingly calming him as he lets out a breath and glances at you before turning his focus once more back on the road. 

You look curiously at the door when it opens on its own accord, your breath catching in your throat when a string quartet files into the private dining space, the soft sounds of violins echoing throughout the room.

“Can I have this dance?” Loki asks and you stare at him dumbly when he holds out his hand to you from across the table.

“I—I don’t know how—”

“Don’t worry.” He says with a smile, standing from his seat and taking your hand in his. “I’ll lead and you follow.” Giving your hand a gentle tug, you slip the napkin off your lap and follow him toward the open space by the side of your table. His hand slips around your waist while keeping his grip on the other. “Slow steps,” He instructs and you obey. 

You keep your head to the ground, watching your feet, not wanting to step on his toes and ruin the moment. But you then feel your hand move, Loki tipping your chin up for you to face him, emerald eyes shining as he keeps them locked on yours. 

“Eyes on me, darling.” He coos and you smile shyly up at him. “I’m here.”

The ivory building of his condo comes to view and you feel a small wave of nervousness wash over you. 

It’s not like you haven’t been over to his place before. You’ve stayed a couple of nights when it’s too late to grab a cab and you didn’t want to burden Loki with driving you home. If anything, the place is something familiar, the living space you’re able to navigate even with your eyes closed. 

But for some reason, you feel this night to be different than the previous ones. With how magical it has been, your palms begin feeling clammy as your thoughts drift to the conversation you had with Carla before leaving to meet Loki at the restaurant. 

“What if we have sex and I suddenly tell him that I love him?”

“Okay—TMI.” She visibly cringes before asking, “But, do you?” 

You sigh before turning back to the mirror and nodding in response. 

“Then what are you afraid of?”

“What if he doesn’t feel the same way?” You argue, feeling your cheeks heat up from the sudden surge of emotions. “What if I tell him that I love him and I scare him off? Or worse, he laughs at me.”

“Girl, he’s been showering you gifts left and right. He’s been hogging you for the last five months that you don’t even know where we put the pots and pans anymore.” Carla explains a matter of factly and you can’t help the giggle that escapes you. “How do we know for sure that he’s not the one afraid of blurting out that he loves you? That he’s not worrying he’ll scare you away if he told you how he felt?”

“I—”

“You don’t and we will never know unless you take that leap.” She stands from your bed and walks towards you, resting your hands above hers when she wraps her arms around your waist from behind. “If he doesn’t feel the same way, I have tequila you can drown in and a knife you can use to slash his tires.”

That makes you laugh. 

“But if he does, I have tequila to celebrate and a knife I can use to threaten him if he hurts you.”

You’re breathless as Loki pins you against the elevator wall, his lips devouring yours while his hand runs up the expanse of your thigh, the fabric of your dress riding up along with his movement. You gasp in his mouth when he digs his fingers into the curve of your ass, feeling your core flicker to life and your cunt slickening, dampening your panties. 

“Loki—” You mumble his name and tilt your head back when he reaches from behind you, his fingers brushing along your clothed cunt and pressing down on your clit. 

“You’re already so wet for me, darling.” He drones against your lips and your eyes flutter close when he captures them with his once more. 

The ding of the elevator signals your arrival and you’re left panting when Loki withdraws his hold from you, a chuckle of amusement leaving his lips at the sight of you left wanting. A blush forms on your face, embarrassment looming over you that you scurry out of the elevator, leaving him to follow, to hide the shame bubbling in your chest. 

“Don’t worry, darling.” His voice comes close and you stop in your tracks when you feel his arms wrap around your frame, mewling as his soft lips press down on the column of your neck. “I want you just as much as you want me.” You feel his desire against the small of your back, feeling a sense of relief that it’s not just you fueled with lust but also the man you call your own. 

His door comes to view and you wait for him to enter the security code before pushing down the brass handle. 

All at once, your confidence blooms anew and you grab onto Loki’s hand to pull him through the threshold. But you stop in your tracks when you see a blond man standing by the couch, a glass of bourbon clasped in his hand and a smile of mirth playing on his lips that quickly morphs into a smirk. 

“Victor,” Loki calls from behind you, your shyness coming forth at the unexpected visitor. “You’re still here.”

“Yes, I wanted to wait for you to discuss some important matters.” The man—Victor—explains, taking a sip of his drink before nursing the glass against his chest. “But it seems I may have interrupted your evening.”

“Darling,” Loki’s hand rests on the small of your back, taking small and measured steps as he guides your forward to meet his guest. “This is my best friend since childhood, Victor Shade.”

“Pleasure to finally meet you,” Victor says as he extends his hand. You take it to shake but startle when he lifts it to his lips and places a gentle kiss over your knuckles. “And please, call me Vision. I’m unsure as to why Loki here insists on such formalities.” He chuckles, his thumb grazing against your fingers before releasing you and tucking his hand into his pocket. 

You’ve heard of him before, from the stories Loki would tell you during dinners or on lazy Sunday mornings. His best friend, who is also his partner in the trading business he’s in, and another one of the investors that help fund underprivileged schools.

He’s taller than Loki, is what you first notice, and his blond hair is kept short and neat, tousled in a swoop. His smile is kind but his eyes look electric and darker behind the rose-tinted glasses that sit gingerly over his nose. He’s as well dressed as Loki, the navy three-piece making his shoulders look broader and his frame, bigger.

You look up when Loki holds your chin, a wide smile etched on his face. “Why don’t you head on  to the bedroom, love and I’ll just finish up some business with Vision.” He suggests and you accept the kiss he places on your forehead before giving Vision a small wave goodbye yet feeling a shudder at the back of your neck when he nods in your direction, his blue eyes never leaving you which makes you scurry on down the hall and to the master bedroom. 

Closing the door from behind you, you huff in relief, the sudden appearance of Vision having rattled your senses. You don’t understand why Loki never mentioned that his best friend would be here, and from the way he greeted him—“You’re still here”—and the lack of surprise in his voice, he knew beforehand that Vision was present. 

He was having a fun night with you. That’s why he forgot. The little voice in your head reprimands you and that itself allows you to relax, pushing the thought of Vision in Loki’s penthouse to the back of your mind. 

You hang your clutch on the back of the door and run your hands down the length of your dress while walking towards his bed, attempting to smooth out any wrinkles that must have formed in your little romp at the elevator. The corners of your lips curl upward as Loki’s scent of earl grey tea mixed with a hint of mint wafts over your nose; an aroma you found comfort in since the day you first met him. 

The mattress dips from your weight as you take a seat on the edge, taking his pillow in your hands and pressing it against your chest before burying your nose against the soft cushion. 

“You look like you belong here, darling.” 

You turn your head to the door when Loki’s voice surrounds you, seeing him leaning against the doorframe while holding two flutes of what you think is champagne. He stalks over to you and joins you on the bed, the pillow taken from your hands and replaced by the bubbly beverage. 

“I hope Vision being here didn’t ruin your evening.” He begins, lacing the fingers of your free hand with his. “I thought he’d have already left and found no need to warn you about the matter.”

“It’s okay.” You smile, tightening your hold on his hand. “I was just surprised. Is he still here though?” You ask, looking past his shoulder and to the open door.

“He’s on the phone in my study. He knows better than to bother us.” Loki grins and holds up his flute toward you. “Happy Valentine’s Day, love.”

Love. 

He called you ‘Love’ the second time around and it makes your heart jump with happiness. He’s never uttered the word before, not even once in the months you’ve been with him. But now, after hearing it again, you can’t help but think that all your fears from earlier were for naught, that Carla was right. Maybe Loki truly feels the same, that he loves you and has been wanting to hear you tell him those three precious words. 

Love.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” You respond shyly and take a tentative sip of the champagne, the bubbles tickling your nose. 

As soon as you finish, he takes your glass and sets them atop the bedside table along with his. He sits closer and so do you, and you feel the spark once more setting a flame to your blood that you reach out when he leans in, wrapping your arms around his neck as he captures your lips. 

His kiss is soft and slow, lips exploring yours while his tongue remains at bay in his mouth. But his hands begin to wander and you let him, your own moving down to grab hold of his coat and pushing it off his shoulders, hearing the fabric fall to the floor. 

You part your lips when his tongue pushes past them, moaning against his mouth as he twirls the soft muscle against your own. He tastes of champagne and sin and it makes your heart pound hard against your chest, the swell of emotion taking control of your very being that makes you decide then there that you do love this man and you would do anything to make him happy. You’d do everything to keep him.

“I love you, Loki.” You whisper when he pulls away, your eyes glistening when he stares down at you, caught off guard by your sudden confession. 

He inhales deeply and you feel his hands tighten around your frame. “Oh, my darling girl.” He murmurs back and you smile against his lips when he kisses you once more, lifting you off the bed and having you straddle his lap. 

You mewl in delight upon feeling his desire pressing against your cunt, your hand skimming down his solid chest and cupping the tent in his pants. He groans and you preen in success, fingers moving to massage the growing erection before expertly flicking them to unhook the lock of his pants from the latch, the sound of his zipper echoing loudly in your ears. 

“Will you—” He mumbles and you give him no time to finish. 

You stand from the bed and giggle when he leans back against the headboard, following suit and kneeling before him to help shimmy his trousers and boxers off his thighs. 

His cock springs free and you gasp at how hard he is, the tip engorged and pink with precum already leaking from the tip. He takes hold of the base and pumps himself a couple of times before you take over with your own hand. You hear his voice shake and it's enough to urge you on, leaning over to press a kiss on his clothed chest—where his heart is hidden underneath—before leaning down to lay a kiss on his tip. 

Your lips part when you feel his hand rest on your head, a silent command for you to take him. And you do, wrapping your lips around the head and sucking on it slowly, feeling Loki shudder from the deed. 

Inch by inch, you take him deeper into your mouth, gagging when the tip grazes the back of your throat. But you don’t relent, pulling back to trace the vein on the side of his cock with the tip of your tongue before taking him in once more and setting your pace as you suck on him hard. 

Each moan and groan that escape his lips you take as a sign to go further, to take more and more of him and quicken the momentum you’ve set. You take the base of his length and give it slow and languid strokes, your lips kissing the edge of your fingers as they move in sync yet contrast with each other. 

His fingers weave through your locks and you moan when he tightens his hold on them, pushing your head down on his shaft so that you move your hand away and grab tightly on his thigh when you begin gagging once more at his size. 

Your pussy clenches on nothing as lewd noises continue dripping from his lips, feeling your walls slicken and soak through the lacey fabric that suddenly feels too constricting as heat crawls up your skin.

You feel him grab onto the hem of your dress, pulling the fabric and bunching them to your waist. You pull away from his cock and gasp when he gives your ass a sharp slap before grazing his fingers over your clothed cunt. He pushes the flimsy, soaked fabric to the side and moaning against his cock when he rolls his digit against your swollen bud. 

“She’s ready.” Loki intones and you blink in curiosity at his words. 

“Wha—”

You’re instantly filled with panic when another pair of hands grab hold of your hips. You push yourself up and look over your shoulder, your eyes widening in shock to see Vision standing at the foot of the bed, his fingers digging into your flesh and pulling you closer to him. 

You try to get off, pushing away from Loki but he restrains your wrists with his tight grip, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips as he looks down at you. 

“Loki—what’s going on?” Your lips tremble as you ask, grunting as you try to pry your hands from his hold. “Why is he here?” 

“Don’t worry about me, sweetheart.” Vision says from behind you, your body shaking and tears falling from your eyes when you feel his hot breath fan over your cunt, a kiss being laid over the expanse of your ass. “I’m just checking the goods. A little…quality control if you will.” 

The chuckle that he emits makes your heart constrict and you face Loki once more, eyes pleading that he saves you from this monstrosity. But his eyes are blown wide, and you see no remorse, no compassion in them, only lust and it shakes your very core and shatters your heart that everything you believed him to be, the sweet and kind gentleman you fell in love with, was all a lie. 

Your body jolts and you clench your fingers into fists when Vision laps his tongue against your cunt. You try to kick your legs, to stop him from his malicious act but his hands grip your ankles, spreading your legs wide in the process. You’re left helpless on the bed, splayed open for him to take while Loki keeps his hands on you, making sure you don’t escape. 

“Be a good girl and suck my cock, darling.” Loki intones, hiding your face from him as your tears continue to roll down your face. “We can’t let Vision have all the fun.”

“No!” You shout and pull your hands and knees inward, struggling against them to set yourself free. “Let me go!” But you let out a yelp when a harsh slap lands on your ass.

“Don’t be a fucking brat and do as he says!” Vision berates, going still as fear runs up your spine with the intensity of his voice. 

“Please—” You beg, shaking your head as you look into Loki’s eyes once more. “Please, just let me go. I won’t tell anyone—I swear.” 

You wince when your hair is grabbed from behind, Vision’s clothed chest pressing down on your back and you feel his hot breath fanning over your cheek. “You don’t get to make that choice, sweetheart. So you either be a good girl and listen or I won’t be kind and break you myself.”

“Now, now, Vis. Let’s not be brash about this.” Loki tuts, feeling his hand caress your cheek and Vision releasing his grip on your tresses. “She’s a good girl, right?” He says while looking down at you, fingers pinching your chin with his thumb grazing over your lower lip. 

You nod in reluctance. 

“Now, do what Vision says and we’ll be gentle with you.” He smirks and leans down to nuzzle his nose against yours before pressing a light kiss over your lips. “Between the two of us, he’s the nice one.” 

You swallow thickly at the revelation. If Vision is the nice one and he’s already angry with your defiance, you don’t want to know what Loki would be like if you pushed him over the edge. And the thought itself scares you for you’ve never seen him angry, even once. You don’t want to see him angry. The small voice in your head whispers and your tears flow anew as you take Loki in your hand and part your lips to push him into your mouth. 

Vision pulls back, his hands once more framing your hips, and you whimper when you feel the tip of his cock press against your clit. He teases you, rubbing his length over your folds with the tip of his thumb grazing over your cunt. You stop your head from bobbing and pull away from Loki’s cock when you gasp as Vision pushes himself in, your walls squeezing him tightly from his intrusion, your back arching at the size of his cock, feeling him stretch you wide. 

“Oh, shit—!” He curses into the air. “She’s fucking tight.”

“Told you,” Loki responds, pushing your head back to his length. “No matter how much I fuck her, she always squeezes me good.”

His words make your chest clench in pain—the realization that he never cared for you and was playing with you all along, stringing you around like some puppet all for whatever purpose he and his friend have—and disgust, that he sounds delighted to share you with another. 

Vision starts a slow rhythm, his cock rubbing against your aching walls with languid strokes. But such reprieve quickly fades as he begins to thrust at a faster pace, rough hands holding onto your hips tight, keeping you grounded on the bed, allowing him fuck you faster and harder.

You groan when Loki moves to stand on his knees, his hands framing your face as he, too, fucks your mouth relentlessly, your nose flaring as you try desperately to breathe. Your jaw aches and your throat burns in pain as his tip hits the back of it repeatedly. You keep your mouth wide open, tears mixing with the saliva that drips down your chin. 

They groan in sync, abusing you with their strength, their thrusts brutal and their touch unloving with how they grab on you—Vision’s hand curling over your thigh and rubbing his finger against your clit that makes your knees ache, fueling your arousal which you forcefully keep at bay—and Loki, grabbing a fistful of your hair before burying his cock deep, your hand, finally free from his grasp, slapping against his thigh for him to pull back. 

You can’t believe this is happening, how these men were able to force themselves on you. How you allowed yourself to fall for Loki’s lies which eventually brought you here and it makes you cry further that it’s all because you allowed yourself to love. 

You feel them throb inside of you, your pussy clamping down on Vision’s cock as you feel yourself edging closer to your peak. Loki groans, garbled moans spewing out of his lips and you shut your eyes tight when the salty essence of his come spreads throughout your tongue. 

He pants, his body seeming limp from his orgasm but his hold on your hair doesn’t falter, keeping his cock lodged in your mouth as he continues to spurt out his seeds. “Swallow.” He commands with a shaky breath and you moan your disapproval. But his hand wraps around your throat, thumb, and forefinger massaging and pinching the sides, leaving you no choice but to do as he demands. 

Loki pulls out and you gasp lungfuls of air, thankful for the respite you’re given. But Vision pushes on and your face is pushed on Loki’s thigh, moaning incoherently as he snaps his hips at a frantic pace. 

“Come for me, sweetheart.” He growls, your hands pushing hard against the bed as he pulls you back to meet his thrusts. 

You gasp once more, the breath knocked out of your chest when he hits that sacred spot from within. He pinches your clit and your walls tighten further around him, a slew of moans escaping your lips when the dam within you finally breaks and you cry as your orgasm consumes you, your chest dropping down on the bed while your legs shake from the intensity of your release. 

You’re left hollow when Vision pulls out all of a sudden, his grunts bouncing off the walls and filling your ears. You then feel something warm splash and trickle down the back of your thigh then the tip of Vision’s cock poking against it before smearing all over your skin. A whine spills from your lips when he fills you once more, thrusting into you slowly before stilling yet keeping himself nestled within your cunt. 

“She’s perfect.” Vision breathes and you sniff as you cry again, whimpering when you feel his lips press against your lower back and then trail up the length of your spine. “That attitude needs work though but nothing we can’t fix.” He chuckles darkly and your knees finally collapse on the bed when he pulls out once again.

You hear the rustle of clothing and a zipper setting in place. Vision’s shadow looms at your periphery and you pull your head away when he kisses your temple. 

“We have a meeting with Stark in 2 weeks and we have to make sure she’s ready by then.” 

“Don’t worry, Vis.” Loki laughs and you turn to hide your face when he runs his fingers through your hair. “She loves me and she’ll do anything for me. Isn’t that right, darling?”

You yelp when he pulls on your hair, turning your head to make you face him, green eyes laced with darkness as he keeps them on you. You want to say no, to fight back and tell him you don’t want to be part of their sick plan, but the tick in his jaw scares you, seeing the anger brewing within and waiting to be released. 

So you nod, lifting your hand to wipe the tears from your eyes, and take a deep breath.

“Yes.” You acquiesce, lips quivering in fear as you speak. “I’ll do anything for you.”

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[acriminalmind]

Autoplay

GN! Reader x Dark!Vision & The Scarlet Witch

Summary: He will continue until you open your mind to his wife.

Warnings: non-con, smut, anal, overstimulation, begging, manipulation, kidnapping, praise, magical restraints, dumbification, mommy kink, daddy kink, forced little headspace. 

Tell me if I missed any warnings.

Billy and Tommy don’t exist in this story. 

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"P-please stop. Let m-me go," you begged for the umpteenth time to your captors. A few hours ago you were just casually running groceries in the local store of WestView without a single worry on your mind, except for maybe the higher food prices, and right now you are naked and on all fours held to the ground by red magic restraints while being fucked from behind by your neighbor Vision. His eyes had a certain red glow in them when he stood before you in the store and asked you to come to visit him and his wife, but you didn't think much of it. You should have run for the hills if you knew where you would end up. "Give in, sweetheart. I will not stop until you've opened up your mind your mommy." He had already made you cum five times and it doesn't look like he will stop anytime soon. It was as if he was on autopilot. The feeling in your legs left two orgasms ago and your thighs are covered in your juices. You feel so full. "S-She's not my mommy. J-just let me go. I w-won't tell anyone." His thrusts increase and you feel another orgasm approach. "That's not the right answer baby," her voice gave you chills. "Just give in to me and it will be all better. We don't want to hurt you." The infamous Scarlett Witch kneels in front of you and tilts your head up with her hand so you look into her beautiful green eyes. "Daddy will stop only when you give in to mommy and let me into that pretty little mind of yours." "W-why me? I didn't d-do anything wrong?" A sweet smile formed on her face, "O baby, you didn't do anything wrong. You're our good little neighbor, that's why we want you as our pet. You're perfect for us." Hearing what they want you to be made your blood run cold. A tear left your eye with the woman in front of you swiped away before she put the finger into her mouth. "So sweet, just like you. Now don't make it harder on yourself and give in. I know you are close to your breaking point. It can all just go away. You can live a carefree life with me and daddy. Doesn't that sound wonderful?" A small voice in the back of your head tells you to do as she says but your stubborn side ignores that voice, "Please don't. I don't want this." This answer does not satisfy the witch, "Yes, yes you do. It's sad that you just won't admit it and lie to yourself and us. Guess you're not as good as we thought you were. But don't worry, we'll train you into our good obedient pet. Vision, darling, go harder. Fuck them dumb." While Vision animalistic pounds into you places the witch her fingers onto your skull, bringing a red haze onto your eyes. She lets you see visions of you, her, and Vision living homely together. Cute little moments with mommy and daddy, like baking together and watching a movie together and other stuff. Your mind starts to feel fussy at these images and you're close to giving in, you just need that little push. Next, you see more explicit images. You see yourself being fucked from behind by your daddy while you eat your mommy out. Next up is a hot shower scene where your mommy is on her knees in front of you and pleasures you with her mouth. And when you see yourself in the mirror of the bedroom getting fucked by your mommy with a strap while you deepthroat your daddy your mind fully breaks. The Scarlett witch invades your mind and erases every bad thought about them and memory of your former life, replacing them with thoughts of you, your mommy, and your daddy. The red haze disappears from your eyes and you look up into your mommy's eyes. "How are you feeling baby?" The pounding in your behind had temporarily stopped for you to answer. "I'm feeling good...mommy. I'm happy to be with you and daddy." "Good pet. Know you know who you belong to let's get you cleaned and dressed, shall we?" Your daddy slides out of you and helps you up. They both help you get inside. After you're dressed into dungarees with a little bear on the front you're placed on the couch in the living room in between your daddy and mommy. "Do you want something to drink, baby?" With a nod of your head, she magically conjures a baby bottle filled with warm milk. "Here you go, darling. Drink up." After you've emptied the bottle you start to get tired. "You can close your eyes, baby. Mommy and daddy are here to protect you. We love you so so much." The moment you close your eyes you are sent to dreamland. The dreams you’re having are fully controlled by your mommy. To prevent you from sucking on your thumb she puts a pacifier into your mouth. With a flick of her wrist, she sends you to bed. She leaves a small kiss on your head before she and Vision both crawl into the bed next to you, hugging you tight. They finally have you. And they’re not gonna let you go.

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Onto the Next!

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Check this out.

[thefiery-phoenix]

YANDERE VISION HEADCANONS

We all know that Vision here used to be JARVIS before and even though he's all knowing, he doesn't really know know how to interact with people THAT much. So, he'll appear to be confused like anything when he suddenly starts growing infatuated with you

Vision as a yandere would be caring, doting and really paranoid about you. He HAS to know what you do at ALL times, who you're out with so he can make sure you're safe, if you're taking your meals properly, he doesn't want his darling angel to go hungry or neglect their health or if you're getting enough rest and sleep and that sort of thing. He'll leave little reminders on your phone or stick little notes around your place or something to make sure you take care of yourself properly. Heck, you might even find a home cooked meal sitting on your table, and it depends on how you interpret his actions. They can be creepy or sweet at the same time

He will never ever use guilt tripping methods or even yell at you or make you feel bad about anything. He can't harm the being he loves so much, it pains him. He isn't some sort of monster who's devoid of emotions and feelings, he knows that stress, pressure and forcing you to do something you don't like can lead to a decline in one's health, physically AND emotionally and that is something he will never do. So, if he needs you to do something, he'll just ask you and tell you about the pros and the advantages of doing it

No matter how strong you might be Vision will always think that you need someone to take care of you, maybe you've been neglecting your health or something. This man will know if you hadn't eaten your breakfast or if you've gotten less amount of sleep than you usually do. There's no fooling him, he knows everything about you so don't bother trying to trick him. He'll just sigh and plead with you take better care of yourself

Now, he won't really resort to kidnapping directly since he knows it's really wrong and completely immoral. But if you get hurt during a mission or something or if you still continue to not take care of yourself properly that's when he'll have NO CHOICE but to kidnap you. He thinks it's for your own good and you'll actually fall for him on your OWN since it's really HARD to NOT fall in love with such a gentleman like him. Yeah, he stole you away from your life, friends and family but he never forces you to do anything against your will, always respecting your boundaries and consent, giving you your alone time and space. He's also really kind and caring, and sort of feels bad for kidnapping you but he had to do what he had to do to keep you safe

But he will really get mad if someone tries hurting his love. But he won't show how angry he is to you directly, he doesn't want to hurt and scare his little human. He'll make sure you're nice and comfy, maybe you can watch a movie or something while he makes you some food and he'll tell you that he'll be back in a while after kissing your hand (He's still nervous about kissing you on your face. Lord bless him). Only THEN will he eradicate the problem at hand

Gets really flustered when you show him any form of physical affection even if it's something simple like a hug or holding hands

In conclusion, one of the best yanderes to have, don't worry. You're in REALLY safe hands with him :)

[darkmasterlistyouneveraskedfor]

All in the Family Masterlist

Summary: You find yourself entangled in a web of older men. (College AU, Loki, Victor Shade/Vision, Heimdall, Loki’s Son OC)

Status: In Progress

All in the Family

Stuck in the Middle

Feel it in the Air

[citruswrote]

i think its absolutely devastating that astarion wouldn't have been able to see in color for the 200 years he was a vampire for. i saw a post about how elves have darkvision but only in greyscale and being through all of those years of just not being able to enjoy colors of the world makes my heart HURT so much with my character being in shades of purple and black. contrast wise, he wouldn't know that my tav has such a skin tone with shades of purple, light purple eyes in the dark. so when he realizes that he can go out in the day and see all the colors he missed for SO LONG- I've lost sleep over thoughts of astarion gazing at my tav's skin, grazing over with his fingers and admiring the beautiful purple tones. and id like to think that he'd think of purple as a royal color, and giving my tav sweet nicknames like "your highness" & "prince"

[whimsicalghoul]

Ceraunophilia

(n.)

Loving thunder and lightning

and finding them intensely beautiful🖤⛈️⚡️

I could write an entire novel on why I love storms and stormy weather🖤 Storms were one of the greatest calming and beautiful distractions from my life that I had growing up. It’s as if nothing else existed in those moments… and I really needed that growing up a whole lot. Storms still provide that same safe haven for me🖤⛈️

[springlibrary]

The Shade of Darkness Masterlist

Dark!Librarian!Vision x F!Student!Reader

Summary: Life in university is what you expected it to be until one night, you receive a visit from someone unexpected.

Warnings: noncon/dubcon elements, 18+ content, Minors DNI, power imbalance, age gap, reader is of age

Part I

Finale

[ladymoony-art]

"Remember..."

[batllethinker]

I'm not sure if I've written Abusive Vis before, I feel like I have but it might've been a fever dream anyways abusive vis sucks but any reason to not like him is enough for me.

There's so much lovebombing

Gaslighting "no one will ever love you like me"

He'd often lock Wanda up whenever she "talked back"

He liked it when she wore dresses but didn't like when all of her bruises were on display for anyone to see so she'd always have to find a way to meet his expectations

Super possessive, always keeping his hands on Wanda

Natasha had been very concerned about it, cornering Wanda at some point, she had raised her voice in her anger and concern but that quickly faded when Wanda had flinched and backed away from her.

That was all it really took before she took Wanda and one of her to-go bags and drove off to somewhere isolated.

Wanda had protested and cried, saying that she couldn't leave Vis but Nat just kept driving.

"Please, Natasha, we have to go back!"

Nat had eventually pulled up to one of her many safe houses, she didn't dare to take her eyes off of Wanda, all the signs of his abuse was so clear and she was angry that no one had said or done anything

It eventually ended with Wanda escaping from Vis and Natasha confessing her feelings all while making sure that she wasn't rushing her.

[springdandelixn]

I've chosen you to play Would You Rather....

Boss!Vision giving you your performance review

or

Professor!Jorah keeping you after class for tutoring

You know me, I can never choose one but here's the first Haha

A Sweet Surprise

Warnings: noncon and somnophilia undertones, implied use of drugs, involvements of alcohol, plus sexy blue eyes that like to stare. Story is dark so please heed the warnings.

Your comments are welcomed, as always. And I hope you enjoy! 💛

p.s. It got longer than expected haha and Vision’s human name is Victor Shade.

Click. Clack. Click. Clack.

Your fingers fumble with the hem of your skirt as your eyes follow the motions of the metallic orbs atop Mr. Shade’s desk. Back and forth, they swing, and the sound they make, along with the clinking of the keyboard, only adds to the tension that slowly builds within rather than calm you down, which you assumed it should be doing. 

Six months have passed by in a blur, consisting of endless data entries and the exchange of emails and phone calls from the company’s business partners. And now, here you sit in front of your boss, after working hours, waiting for his feedback on the performance evaluation they’ve conducted on you. 

You know to yourself that you’ve done all they’ve asked. You believe yourself to be a diligent employee, an obedient one. Always grateful for the opportunity they have given you despite having no experience in the administrative field and never being one to complain of the workload dropped on your shoulders. 

After almost a year of slaving yourself away in retail, you desperately needed a new job and out of all the companies you applied for, Crimson Travel Insurance was the one who responded. 

You were slightly filled with worry as you discussed your bare-bones resume during the interview, but Mr. Shade seemed impressed with your enthusiasm to learn the ins and outs of the company. The smile on his face never left your sight, and you hoped it was a sign that they would take you in regardless of your lack. 

You were employed within two weeks. Adjusting to the new work environment was a stretch. You won’t be seeing your friends often like before but the pay was enough motivation for you to push on to your tasks, and soon after, the friendliness and helpfulness of your colleagues, especially Wanda, bled into you that you never wanted anything more. 

Except right now. 

You hope that your boss would acknowledge your efforts and hard work and that he would see you as an invaluable asset to his company. But the silence that continues to stretch between the two of you, only those stupid metal balls hitting each other and echoing in the vast office, makes you think otherwise. 

Click. Clack. Click.

He says your name and you immediately sit up straight, eyes looking forward to face him before drifting down to the folder in his hand, deft fingers flipping through the sheets within. 

“You’ve only been with us for half a year and I must admit that I was quite worried when I hired you.” He starts and you feel your heart pounding hard against your chest. “With your lack of experience and all.”

You swallow thickly. Unsure how to take his words. The threat of being unemployed once more lingers. He’s going to fire me.

“But even with your dearth, you have completely exceeded my expectations.”

You gape at him. “Sir?” The words seem to fumble in your mouth but you take a slow breath before adding, “what do you mean?”

“If the projected numbers are right, it says here that our sales have increased by twenty percent in a span of four months.” There’s amusement evident on his lips as he stands from his seat, rounding the sleek desk before leaning against the edge, and looking down at you. “That’s four times more than what we had last year.” 

The folder in his hands now rests on your lap and you dare to look down, scanning the graphs and charts that fill the sheets. He’s not lying. You blink in surprise before looking up at him once more. 

“Mr. Laufeyson has even called me personally to thank you for assisting them when they had questions about our packages.” He continues to explain. “Every email and call answered, and your diligence has helped them sell more of our product along with theirs.”

“I—” You fluster, looking back at the papers on your lap. “I was simply doing my job, sir.” You look up and then flinch when he’s suddenly at your side, hand resting on the back of your seat, leaning in closer. 

“Exactly! You were doing your job; frankly, it has done wonders for the company.” There’s a grin on his lips and you slightly tense up when you feel his hand rest on your shoulder, giving it a light squeeze before he parts and walks back behind his desk. “And because of that, I’ve decided to give you a promotion.”

“A—a promotion?” You blink. Surprised.

“Senior Operations Coordinator.” 

A promotion? You can’t believe it. You smile as his words slowly sink in, that your hard work has been recognized and has finally paid off. But just as soon as your joy surfaced, it dies down just as fast as the thought of Wanda comes to your head. 

She’s been in the company for two years running, maybe even more, and you’ve heard nothing come out of her mouth than wanting the senior position. She’s kind, although strict, but she was patient enough to teach you everything you know. And you can’t imagine how heartbroken she would be once she finds out she’ll be working for you. 

Still, you feel thankful though you can’t help but ask, “But what about Wanda, sir?” 

There’s a questioning look in his eyes when he faces you. “ What about Ms. Maximoff?”

“Well—” You’re flustered once again, casting your eyes down to your hands to avoid the strength of his gaze. “She’s been here longer than I have and she’s probably more qualified to take on the role.” You try to reason. You’re new and the last thing you want is to have enemies. 

“If she wanted to be promoted, she should have worked harder.” Annoyance is evident in your boss’ voice. “But the feedback I’ve got in her evaluation wasn’t that savory and I don’t want slackers within my ranks.” 

You’re unsure if he’s supposed to disclose such information but you think better of yourself and decide to remain silent. 

“Do you not want what I offer?” He asks, his voice softer this time that you dare chance a peek at him. 

“It is a very generous offer, sir.” You try to smile. “But—”

“But why won’t you take it? Do you not believe in your capabilities?”

“I do.” You try to argue. “But—”

He doesn’t let you finish, flinching when he claps his hands once in finality, the grin back on his face. “Then it’s settled. Starting next week, we shall make the proper arrangements and announce the good news to everyone.” He then bends down behind his desk, hearing a cabinet open then close, your eyes widening in surprise when he holds up a bottle of champagne. “We should celebrate!”

“Oh, I’m not much of a drinker.” You try to object but he’s already popped off the cork, picking up a flute from the shelf behind him and filling it halfway. He holds it out to you but you hesitate to take it. “I really can’t, sir. We’re still in the office.”

“Which is closed.” He rebuttals, setting the glass in front of you on his desk and turning back to the shelf to fill a tumbler with amber liquid. “It’s just you and me left in the building. And I promise not to tell.” You want to cringe at the wink sends your way but keep your face neutral as you watch him walk back to you. 

The smile on his face then fades when he looks at you and then at the untouched champagne glass. 

“Sir, I really can’t—”

“You’d deny your boss his request?” Your back stiffens at the sharpness of his tone, blue eyes piercing you and you grab the glass quickly for fear of angering him further. You stare at the bubbly liquid from the rim if only to avoid facing your boss. “Good girl.” You hear his smirk, a small frown forming on your lips at the unexpected pet name. 

“Cheers.” He says, clinking his own glass with yours but you can’t find it in you to break company rules. 

Under any circumstances, employees must not be under the influence of any form of an intoxicant (alcohol, drugs, etc.) while inside company premises. 

“Drink.” You visibly flinch at the authority in his voice and immediately lift the glass to your lips, taking a small sip. But your eyes grow wide when you feel him tip the base of the glass higher, almost choking on the drink as he forces you to consume all of it. 

You pull the glass away and take a deep breath when you finish, placing the glass back on the table with a loud thud. Your cheeks flush and you frown when you look up at Mr. Shade, feeling sheepish when you see him smirking down at you, unseemingly bothered at his display of dominance.

“Another.” 

You shake your head in protest but he’s already refilling the glass, adding more of the champagne this time and taking the stem, holding it out to you. You stare at the glass and take it with reluctance. As much as his insistence makes you feel awkward, you don’t want to find yourself on his bad side after he’s just given you such a generous offer. 

“Another.” He echoes, his words softer this time.

You do as he bids, closing your eyes before downing the champagne in one go to avoid him from repeating his crass actions. But your head suddenly spins and you almost miss the table when you try to put the glass down. 

“Whoa. Easy there, lightweight.” He chuckles, taking the glass from your hold before lifting your hand to press against your temple, closing your eyes once more, you lean against your seat as you try to recenter yourself. “Maybe another was a bad idea.” But you hear no remorse in his words, only amusement. 

“Thank you again, Mr. Shade.” You say as you blink, hands pressing down on the arms of the chair as you try to push yourself up. “But I think I should be going.” You’re seemingly out of breath when you speak, your head continuously swimming as you try to take a step toward the door. 

“Please, call me Vision.” You hear Mr. Shade speak, only making out the first words but the rest sound muffled. You reach up once more to clutch the side of your head, your steps going wobbly each time you force a foot forward. You can’t be drunk with just two glasses. You’ve had champagne before and you’ve been having sips of hard liquor since you were sixteen. 

Champagne can’t be strong right? You try to think but your brain gets muddled, leaving you with blank thoughts. You’re confused, questions linger to the unease that washes over you. You startle when you feel his hand wrap around yours, looking up at him with hooded eyes but saying nothing as you allow him to guide you on your way out. 

You must have looked pathetic from the clumsiness he’s witnessed from you. 

As you take another step, your knees buckle and you don’t even get the chance to react as you await for your body to hit the ground. But the floor never meets you as you feel arms catching you underneath, a soft whine escaping your lips when you’re unexpectedly lifted from your feet.

You feel something soft underneath you and your breath hitches from Mr. Shade’s sudden closeness. You want to move away but your body feels so heavy that you don’t even think you could lift a finger even if you tried. 

“Stay still.” He whispers against your ear and you frown when you feel his fingers ghost against your arm, the hair of your body standing from his actions. 

“That’s it. Good girl. Let me take care of you,” The sound of his voice so close makes your spine shiver, whimpering once more when you feel his other hand caress your thigh, your skirt hiking up to your waist and you try to move your hand to push him away, struggling to cling on the last strand of your consciousness, but your body won’t cooperate. 

The last thing you feel is his fingers dancing along the inseam of your panties, his hand cupping your sex, pressing down on your heat before you’re completely consumed by darkness. 

[shadeysprings]

Vices

—Vision x F!Reader

Summary — Vision helps you relieve some stress after a tough day at work.

Warnings — mentions of vaping, public oral sex, noncon/dubcon undertones.

A/N — Just a nasty thought that popped in my head on my way home; starring my favorite synthezoid boii, Vision. Also lowkey miss writing for him uwu

“What are you doing, darling?”

Your back goes rigid and your fingers tighten around the vape device just before you can slip the tip between your lips.

You have no idea how he found you. You made sure to hide before you went back home—no, this place is not your home, this place is your prison. And he isn’t your husband, one he believes himself to be, he is but your warden, your captor, and your death sentence. 

Vision stands before you, his human disguise masking his true identity yet his eyes ever the true blue, with danger laced around them. He wraps his hand around yours and takes the blue device from your grasp. He examines it, deft fingers tracing the metallic surface and you gasp in shock when he suddenly crushes it in his hand, the liquid dripping from his fingers. 

“I told you to stop that.” He scolds.

“Vis—” you stop when you hear him growl, blinking and swallowing thickly, correcting yourself. “I’m sorry, sir. I—I was just stressed at work and I needed to blow off some steam.”

The seriousness in his eyes suddenly vanishes and you startle when he chuckles at your words. Though you know, deep down, that he is far from amused. And you know well not to trust his actions for they mean something else than what he shows. 

“You should have told me, darling.” he hums as he takes a step forward, and you fight not to push him away when he reaches over to cup your face, making you look up at him. “I could have helped you. All you need to do is ask.”

You shut your eyes when he leans forward, your fingers curling into a fist when he presses a kiss on your forehead. 

“Do you still feel stressed?” he asks but before you can even respond, his hand shifts, resting both on your shoulders and you look up at him with wide eyes, fear surrounding you when he forces you on your knees.

“Sir—what—”

“Shhh. I’m helping you blow off steam,” he remarks with a devious smirk, oceanic eyes glinting with darkness when he fumbles with the zip of his pants. “Maybe sticking your mouth somewhere else than that horrid device would help.”

“Bu—but—” you quiver, eyes looking around for fear that you both would get caught. “Sir—” the word comes out as a choke you struggle against his hold when he grabs your hand and presses it against his growing erection. “Someone might see. Why not we go home?” 

“You weren’t scared when you were huffing out here, showing our neighbors what a bad girl you are.” he tuts, snapping his finger against your cheek when you try to look away from his crotch. “This way, people will truly see how bad you are. And maybe that would teach you a lesson. Understand?”

Unshed tears brim at your eyes and you nod at his words, helpless against his strength as he keeps a hand on you, preventing you from escaping. 

“Now, get on with it,” he demands. “This cock won’t suck itself.”

[dndtreasury]

Prism Glasses

[first-stricture]

The Roseburrow Prototype heist

[inevitablyuncertain]

send his ass to superhell for elf-racism!

[whimsicalghoul]

Oldest lighthouse in Maine☁️🌊

“Like spectral hounds across the sky,

The white clouds scud before the storm;

And naked in the howling night

The red-eyed lighthouse lifts its form.

The waves with slippery fingers clutch

The massive tower, and climb and fall,

And, muttering, growl with baffled rage

Their curses on the sturdy wall.

Up in the lonely tower he sits,

The keeper of the crimson light:

Silent and awe-struck does he hear

The imprecations of the night.”

~ Fitz-James O'Brien✨