#noncon.

Imagine being captured by Bo alongside Carly. After he glues her mouth shut, you’re afraid he’s going to do the same to you. So you’re really surprised when he pulls out a bottle of lube and fingers you instead. 

“Sorry,” your captor said, clearly enjoying himself as he took note of your expression. 

“Just trying you out,” he continued, slipping in another digit. Bo pressed his thumb against your clit and widened his smile when you jerked your hips back. “Yeah, I think Vince is gonna like you…” 

“Who- Who’s Vince?”

A man meets someone at a punk show with some unique (and unwilling) piercing jewelry.

You made sure you weren't late this time. In fact, you had arrived several minutes before 7 A.M. and stood outside of Emperor Belos' study until you needed to go in, desperately trying to keep last night's events out of your mind. It was harder than you thought as your nether regions began to tingle with the edge of the memory threatening to shove itself into the forefront.

"Calm down," you growled under your breath. "It's not going to happen again and he doesn't know about last night..."

With a deep inhale, you entered the dim study to find him, not at his desk this time, but standing in front of his bookcase reading, shrouded in shadows. His hair was down once more but you didn't see the antlers of his mask above his head. You froze at first, feeling your heart slam against your chest as the memories tried to push forward but you shook your head clear. Steeling yourself, you cleared your throat.

"Good morning, Emperor Belos, I have your schedule for the day."

You nearly flinched at the sound of the book snapping shut. He didn't move from his spot but turned his head slightly, enough for you to see the glow of his blue eyes. The door closed behind you once more with a soft "click" and you did your best to ignore it.

"Good morning, Y/N. You may continue."

His tone was soft and pleasant which you found helped immensely. You turned your attention to the tablet in your hands.

"W-Well..." you started. "Aside from breakfast and lunch, you have this morning free until 3 when you have a meeting with the Coven Heads to unveil your latest project. At 4, you have a meeting with several town leaders to discuss the upcoming Coven Day parade..."

After listing off several other items he had to attend to, you took the tablet and set it on his desk. Belos had not said a word past an affirmative hum to acknowledge the tasks. Once you were sure that you finished Kikimora's duty, you tensed up some, hands behind your back.

"Is there... anything else I can assist you with before I take my leave, Sire?"

He let out a soft chuckle which surprised you.

"No, I don't need any assistance, however," he held out a hand and snapped his fingers. Without warning, you caught movement around your feet and red-clawed arms reached out under you, snatching your legs and forcing you to your knees. You yelped, catching yourself on your hands. "It seems your punishment last night was not enough. I have to say I'm disappointed in you."

You stared at the floor, face reddening heavily. There had never been a time you were more grateful for your mask and hood than now. His form circled you.

"W-What do you mean, Sire? I-I showed up on time!"

"Yes, you did. However, this is a separate issue. Are you going to deny running off to your room after your punishment?" he scoffed. "I thought being tardy was enough, but neglecting your duties as well? All for what?"

Your eyes widened and your hands curled into fists against the floor. How did he know...?

"I-I didn't have anything important to tend to so..."

"Is that right?"

"Y-Yes, Emperor Belos... A-Anything that was left was already done by the time I-I... got back..."

"I see. That does not excuse what you did after. Explain yourself."

Your body tensed up but you couldn't bring yourself to speak. You felt dizzy alone from how warm your face had become from thinking about what he was referring to. If you could, you would have closed your legs tightly due to the tingling getting worse.

"I-I don't know..."

"Fine. If you want to deny it, I don't mind telling you what I know."

Belos snapped his fingers again but instead of letting you go, you felt another hand make its way up your inner thigh, followed by another opposite of it. A third made its way up the back of one of your legs only to cup itself against your sex. You let out a heavy gasp as it began rubbing against such an already overly sensitive area.

"After your punishment, you went straight to your room. True, you were stopped by your fellow guards and told what needed to be done was finished but you didn't change your plans," he continued to circle you and you felt his eyes on you the entire time. You tried your best to hold any noises in by biting your lip but could not help the small, muffled grunts that slipped out. The hand between your legs was making it extremely hard to think. The ones caressing your thighs weren't helping either. "You went into your room and hadn't bothered removing your uniform as you lay on your bed. You must be thankful that you have a room to yourself and not a bunk like the lower-leveled guards, hm? Or else what you did next would have been quite embarrassing if you were caught..."

The next thing you knew, his voice was in your ear.

"... Considering you called out for me several times while you were "entertaining" yourself and thinking back to your punishment, what I did to you..."

A jolt went up your spine. Your face couldn't get any redder and you felt as if you were on the verge of passing out. The fingers of the clawed hand between your leg were now trying to penetrate you through your clothes as they ground against you, causing you to flinch.

"H-How...?"

"I see everything, Y/N. I am not the Titan's messenger for nothing. Do you still wish to deny it?"

"I-I..." you panted. "I-I couldn't h-help it..."

"You couldn't?"

His voice held a tone of amusement.

"N-No..."

Belos let out a hum and you felt a hand grasp the back of your neck, forcing you upright and making you cry out. His free hand snaked its way around your side, up to the pin on your cloak, and released it, causing the material to fall away to reveal your black uniform underneath and what the clawed hands were doing to you. Once the cloak was discarded, his hand moved up to your mask and removed it. Your head lulled some at the cooler air on your feverish face, causing you to catch a glimpse of the man watching you from the side.

"S-Sire...!"

The clawed hand between your legs receded and Belos' free hand found its way under your tunic before delving into the waistband of your pants, the cold metal sliding across your skin and making your body buck with a loud gasp. His fingers brushed against your genitals, inadvertently sending you over the edge from the treatment you previously received. You clenched your teeth and eyes shut, trying and failing to make your release known. Belos removed his hand, holding it out in the dim light for you to see them glisten with your cum.

"You really can't help yourself, can you? What happened to the discipline my guards beat into you during your training?"

"I-I'm sorry, my Lord...!" you tried to say through the waves of euphoria that now rippled through your body. He uttered, shaking his head.

"Disgraceful," he scoffed then shoved you forward onto your hands once more. You lay there for a moment, your head swimming as you tried to pull yourself back to reality. "Looks like you're going to have to be retrained to control yourself. Regardless, it would be a shame to let you go to waste. Lucky for you, I do have the morning off..."

As you tried to comprehend what he said, you were suddenly pushed onto the floor by the center of your back and felt his weight being pressed against your hips. Chills fell over you as you felt his clothed erection against your backside. A mix of fear and excitement filled you as your hand found the edge of a rug and clenched it. Your mind grappled with the fact that the clawed hands still around your legs, keeping you on your knees, meant that he was planning this.

Shutting your eyes tightly, you couldn't help but monitor where his hand was. First, it caressed down your back, making its way to your side and under you to your stomach before making quick work of your uniform pants, pushing them down your thighs and exposing the wet, throbbing mess between your legs. The way his cloak fell around you made you realize he was leaning over you with his free hand propping him up on the floor nearby. The rustling of clothing followed and the next thing you felt was the tip of his cock at your entrance.

"Let me give you a real reason to scream my name," he breathed. Before you could object, Belos' hips thrust into you hard enough to knock the wind out of you and stretch you due to his larger size. Despite that, you were able to let out a scream and tried to push yourself up onto your palms only to be shoved down to the floor by your head. "Ah, ah. Stay. Don't move."

"E-Emperor Belos-!"

"So soon...? We've barely started..." Belos panted but you could almost hear the psychotic grin in his tone. You could feel his length sheathed within you, unable to tell if the throbbing you felt was from him or you. You weren't given time to allow your body to adjust to the addition when Belos pulled back only to start thrusting heavily into you, slow at first but quickly picking up speed. With one eye shut, you grit your teeth to try to endure the barrage and hold back from crying out, tears swelling in your eyes. A dark chuckle reached your ears. "Come now, you weren't shy about calling out for me last night..."

You couldn't respond, not without screaming out in the middle of it. Your mind was a jumbled mess already and any pain you first felt started to dull into an ache that was melding with pleasure that loosened your lips. It wasn't long before you were shamelessly moaning and crying out his name. You were not allowed to move, his hand pressing your head into the rug as he continued to thrust wildly into you like a man who didn't remember the last time he had sex.

"E-Emperor Belos! My Lord! S-Sire!" was all that could come out of your mouth during the ordeal, among other things you would be embarrassed to admit later, telling him how good it felt, how you wanted more, how you've wanted him to fuck you for a while regardless of whether or not it was true, etc. This only earned you amused chuckles or him complying with your asks "this time", cementing the idea that he was going to go through with his threat earlier.

You lost count of how many times you came, each time making you more sensitive and pushing you further into overstimulation. Just as your final release was on the horizon, Belos let out a snarl and began slamming himself into you.

"F-Fuck! Y/N...!" he hissed through his teeth. His hand released your head and his entire weight laid against you, arms wrapped tightly around you and trapping your own at your sides. Belos laid his head against yours, his grunts becoming more desperate until his hips stilled a handful of times before what felt like an explosion of heat pooled in your lower half. Somewhere between his final thrusts, you found your last release.

"E-Emperor Belos!"

-

You stood outside of his study, fully dressed and staring at the window, thinking about what had just transpired. Your entire body trembled at the thought that the emperor, yet again, used you to satisfy himself. You winced at the feeling of something seeping heavily out of your lower half, reminding you that you had something to take care of before anything else. As you made your way toward the barracks, you had to wonder what else he planned on doing to you in the coming days. You still had to meet with him that night.

What killed you more was the fact you could not say anything about this to anyone for fear of several reactions. You couldn't even tell the man "no". It's not like anyone would see you going through this as a bad thing so why would you complain about it? You'd be seen as bragging which could lead to having your ass beat out of jealousy. There were those who would want the position you have.

No, you thought. It's best that this is kept quiet...

Rating: Pg Universe: Marvel Cinematic Universe Pairings: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Mentioned Obadiah Stane Warnings: Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Canonical Character Death, Mind Control Major Tags: Dark AU, Mind Stone, One-Sided Relationship, Dark Tony Stark, Slave Steve Rogers, Master/Slave, Iron Man 1 Canon Divergence, Drabble

Summery: Tony was so glad he found himself the Mind Stone, he now had everything he wanted. A prosperous empire, unwavering obedience from his subjects, and the devotion of the man whom he loved

For the cap-ironman​​ Universe Medley, “Marvel Cinematic Universe” Month. Fills prompt “Mind Stone” [B1] of the Medley’s Infinity Stone Bingo.

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Note: Cullen Moss also played Shoupe on OBX. Corrupt authority with pretty eyes. Anyway, sorry for neglecting the inbox. Going to try to finish some requests soon.

Imagine Gorman agreeing to stay away from Joan and Beth as long as he gets you.

I’m not sure why you even bothered asking me, you pretended to say, Dawn’s in charge of who boinks who around here.

He thumbed your tongue, which promptly retracted. A coquettish lick? Smile widening, Officer Gorman swooped in.

Her iron fist’s slackening, you continued. It was hard to shut your brain off. To just daydream while he performed all the cavity searches he wanted. Your thoughts refused to leave Grady Memorial Hospital. At least Gorman could only have his way here. No driving you to remote locations for backseat banging. Misuse of police equipment might still occur. Or not.

Dawn’d cream her well-ironed pants if she knew about Woodbury. (Happier times.)

As long as you complied, no handcuffs, right? If he tried dirty talk on a walkie-talkie, you’d seek him out in person. Beth and everyone else would find out you were Gorman’s... girl. Eventually. Comply, and he might agree to be discreet. Hickeys, other bruises; they could be hidden. A broken spirit couldn’t. Yours couldn’t. Not from Beth. Speaking of whom…

He was friendly to her, at first. Surely he won’t be too sadistic? 

You shuddered. A wet thumb ceased rubbing itself against your nipple. 

“Sensitive, huh?” Gorman straightened, a saliva strand linking your frown to his smirk. “Nipple-play’ll work just fine.”

“And titjobs?”

“And titjobs,” he affirmed.

Your heart lightened. It was sad that this hunger was the least horrific kind you’d faced since the outbreak. 

Whatever you put me through, can’t there at least be orgasms?

“I- I’m good with my mouth. Or so I’ve been told.”

The leer told you that was the right thing to say. In this situation. He wasn’t a cherry hound. Maybe even liked his ladies experienced. But Officer Gorman wasn’t going to have any more ladies. Just you. You would make sure of that.

“I’ll be sure to return the favor.” He went in for another peck. It almost felt nice. The way your tongues meshed. His hot palms against your stiff peaks. Blood flowing to your extremities. Adrenaline as the result of anything other than the threat of being devoured alive. 

But isn’t that what he’s doing, too?

At least he left his gear. This would be “vanilla.” Batons are for beating rotters, not beating off. You giggled. Coinciding with his high beam tweaking. Sure making them puffy. Hopefully, your chest would be the only sore thing. That day. You needed to be prepared for whatever perversions- 

“God, I can’t wait to see you wriggle around on my cock.”

Then he burrowed his face in your valley. Thumbs still pinned on your caps. 

At least he left his gear. 

“Condoms.” 

You knew even your __-cups couldn’t muffle his hearing. Yet he didn’t stop administering sloppy kisses and licks. Not until you ran a hand up and down his back. His face was flushed. Unnannoyed, though, because his thumb and forefingers continued pinching. Hard. 

Imagine opening a floodgate after unintentionally ingesting Alec’s semen.