Darkseid X Reader Novels & Stories

I was so shocked, my eyes couldn't believe what they were seeing. A massive wolf was sitting right there, in D.E.'s chair. Drex Ethan, also known as D.E., is the solo idol I am absolutely crazy about. And I’m the idiot who decided to infiltrate his private makeup room. Alone! I had to face the terrifying fact that my life was now at stake. That huge black wolf could do more than just trigger my fur allergy. It could tear me to pieces right here, today!

The soft slap of her body meeting his joined the crash of the surf. “Someone’s coming,” Marcus muttered after a few minutes, and the three of them froze for a beat, Selene still seated fully on Elias’s cock, until the distant figures resolved into a pair of walkers far enough up the beach that they would pass without noticing. The moment the path cleared again she resumed moving, faster this time, chasing the building pressure while the other two kept watch in turns. Elias’s grip tightened, his hips lifting to meet her, and she came with a sharp, muffled sound against his shoulder. Her inner walls clamped around him in rhythmic pulses that left her trembling. He held her through it but did n

Looked up at Caden. He read my face. “What,” he said. I showed him the screen. He read it. We looked at each other. “Five more minutes,” I said. “Five more minutes,” he agreed. But we were already opening it.

His cock twitched traitorously in his sweatpants. Later that night, after Damien had gone to shower, Elias couldn’t take it anymore. He lay on his bed, hoodie pushed up to his chest, sweatpants shoved down just enough. His hand wrapped around his hard, leaking cock, stroking slowly at first, then faster. His eyes were closed, breath coming in soft, desperate pants. In his mind, it wasn’t some vague fantasy, it was Damien’s strong hands pinning him down, that deep voice growling filthy things into his ear while…

The emptiness only made me crave him more. I should have felt disgusted, but I didn’t. Instead, I found myself craving his dominance. BDSM or not, I just wanted to forget Lee completely.I wanted something new, something beyond the missionary position and riding him the same old way.

Because the more she’s here… The harder it is to remember she’s the one woman I can’t have. And the only one I want. Sighing as I snap myself out of my daydream I Step into her room to look for her, a book catches my eye. Taking a seat on the chair-sofa, curiosity spikes my brain to what types of books she likes to read. I swear most times she lives in these pages more than reality. Siena has always been an avid book reader and I find it cute, I open to a tabbed page as my eyes skim over the lines. Pausing, I double skim the page before bringing my finger to point to each word like a damn child. My heart thumps when I know the words I saw were indeed not just my perverted male brain making t

He was flushed, glistening, twitching with need. Alex hauled her up and kissed her, deep, hungry, tasting himself on her tongue. Then he lifted her easily, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to the bed. The city skyline glowed behind him, watching them like a silent audience. He laid her down, sliding between her thighs, his cock dragging against her soaked center through her panties. "Protection?" she gasped as he kissed a path down her throat. "Drawer," he muttered, fumbling for it. He tore the foil with his teeth, rolled the condom on in one fluid stroke.

"I am an imperfect woman with a wounded past, yet he can open me up so easily..." Alethea continued reading the blurb until the end, then frowned. Was this book really appropriate for her to read? The cover looked ordinary, but the blurb clearly hinted at desire—a word Alethea understood all too well. She glanced at her employer, but he remained calm. He lay on his back with his eyes closed, the blanket covering only half of his body, leaving his torso and head exposed. "What are you doing? Why did you stop reading?" Sebastian opened his eyes and looked in her direction, his brows furrowed in annoyance, as if he could actually see her hesitation.

When his fingers lift my chin, it’s gentle enough that I don’t realise I’ve stopped breathing until I inhale. “Then let her be exactly that,” he says. “But if Rhea Ashford is made of pain, and anger, and survival—” His thumb brushes my jaw. Grounding. Real. “—then let Rhea Voss be something else entirely.” His voice drops. Steady. Promising. “A safe place for your nightmares.” His eyes darken, not with hunger, but with intent. Anger. Promise. “And a reckoning for anyone who ever thought they could erase you.”

**Disclaimer:** This story contains dark romance themes including explicit non-consensual sexual content, violence, forced marking/bonding, emotional abuse, revenge, and psychological trauma. It is intended for mature adult readers only. Reader discretion is strongly advised. --- **Chapter Six: Isolde** Ryder’s fist remained buried in my hair, yanking my head back so sharply that pain exploded across my scalp. Tears pricked my eyes as I was forced to meet his cold, storm-grey gaze—the same eyes I had once loved with every foolish piece of my heart.