Lost in Desire

by Brain_Funk

Summary:

Diana Lukewell has been stuck inside a dark romance erotica she'd been reading, it's been around a month since she woke up inside of it and her luck just ran out; her fated mates caught her scent.

Chapter 1

Notes:

I'm getting back into writing and I'm a bit rusty with tagging now. So let me know if you think any tags should be added, there isn't any actual rape in this, but there is mention and talk about shitty things happening in the erotica series Diana read, and obviously the thoughts about how fucked up this situation is because she's panicked.

Sighing, Diana Lukewell marked off another day on the calendar. She ran a hand down her face, before she flung herself down onto the bed. ‘A month. It’s been a month.’ She thought mournfully, shoving her face into her pillow.

A month ago she had fallen asleep while reading an erotica, and somehow, she had woken up in the series. So you can imagine how horrifying it had been at first to not know where she was, or what was going on. Only for it to turn downlight, bone chillingly horrifying to realize what universe she had woken up in, as it wasn’t one of the more tame series she had read.

You see, she had gotten hooked on that dark romance series. So once she finished that first book, she had sped through the rest of what the author had published.

The lore, the world building, it all had been delicious and Diana couldn’t get enough of it. Sure every so often she had to put one of the books in the series down, because a character pissed her off or upset her because of the lack of closure the female lead got from the male lead of that book. But she was used to that happening when it came to the darker romance’s she was always drawn to, but overall she had loved the series, so she didn’t regret picking it up at the time.

Though Diana regretted reading it now… or maybe she didn’t? Because knowing the lore was helping her not loose her mind completely at least. Which was a silver lining, but well… she couldn’t help but think if she had never picked it up, she would never be here in the first place.

Unfortunately she knew she couldn’t keep coasting on by like some minor background character, as much as that’s what she wanted to do. It had to be only a matter of time before she ended up getting the attention of one of the giant seven foot+ monster men running around the place. Even background characters weren’t lucky enough to get away with staying single for life.

God, why did she have to find tall, inhuman men attractive? That was really the main fear she was having, out of all the fears she had, if she was being honest with herself.

She was sure some shit was bound to happen, since she was basically causing the butterfly effect by existing in a reality she had no business being a part of. So surely something would cause her to cross paths with one, or even multiple ones, - since some of the books had been why choose aka reverse harem themed - that immediately believed her to be their mate.

Biting her thumb, Diana stared up at the ceiling as sweat ran down her temples just at the thought of not one, but multiple men coming after her.

Those motherfuckers were going to break her pelvis, she just knew it. It didn't matter that erotica logic said otherwise. She didn’t belong here, no way was she stretchy enough. She was sure her torso wasn’t long enough either...

Diana was also sure they absolutely would think that they could make it work, and that she was just a nervous nilly for believing otherwise. That’s how alot of the sex scenes went and sometimes it genuinely hurt the female lead at first, until she relaxed and got used to them pumping. Then it was ok, but that was book logic. Besides, even with book logic - if it applied to her as well now -, it was still something she didn’t want to deal with outside of her fantasies.

Sure not all books were like that, some of them had understanding and gentle compassionate men when it came to sex, but the track record with this series wasn’t exactly the best. Especially because even when they were gentle during the first sex scene in the book, the monster men were still very much well endowed. She wasn’t exactly the smallest woman out there, but she also wasn’t the biggest and definitely not comparable to how someone of the same species would be built to comfortably be with someone that big. Even 6’5” porn star human men where huge, and alot of human women couldn’t comfortable take them.

…

Maybe she should get a sex change?

No, with her luck this would be the one m/m story the author had in the works or something. She didn’t even know if this was past the timeline of what was already published, or before, or if this was just some alternate universe with some of the same characters existing simultaneously to the books.

With a huff, Diana shoved herself out of the bed. No use dwelling on those thoughts, it didn’t change anything and was just making her spiral.

Once out of bed, she ran a hand through her hair and made her way to the front door, before peeking through the peephole of her apartment. She hated that rent was still a thing in this universe, and the fact that she couldn’t find a remote job that would hire her was awful.

Because every time she left the apartment was a time too many honestly.

While she was anxiously checking the peephole, her stomach growled and she reluctantly pulled herself away from the door to walk over to the kitchen and make some food. Though when Diana opened the fridge she frowned, then grimaced when a quick peek into her cabinets came up with the same results, empty.

She really had thought still still had some food left…

Sighing in resignation, she grabbed her wallet and peeked through the peephole again. It didn't look like anyone was out there, and cracking the door open just slightly enough to stick her head out confirmed that.

“Ok, it’s ok.” She said aloud, trying to reassure and calm herself down. She didn’t believe herself, no matter how many times she said those words.

It took a few more minutes, but she managed to calm her racing heart at least. So with a wobbling lip, she finally reached for the hook where her keys hung, double checked she still had some money in her wallet, and headed out to pick food up at the nearest grocery store. All while hoping she didn’t strike anyone’s fancy while out.

Notes:

Anyways I kinda got this idea because us size kink girlie's are all about it in fantasy stories, but irl we don't want that sort of smoke lol.

I know some of you have seen those comments on tiktok with the fencing emoji about us telling them to get back if we saw a dick that big irl. I also may or may not have gone down a Miguel spiderman tumblr story binge read where he was too big and it was really romantic. Also sue me but I really liked A'tam in Ruby Dixon's work and that ending scene was everything, so boom, here we are.

Chapter 2

The wolfman sighed as he pushed the cart through the aisles, trying to figure out where the collagen ended up being moved to. He could go without sure, but it was good to have in his diet. With a frown, he tilted his head to the side and ran his tongue between the two upper canines on the right of his scarred mouth.

Maybe he could substitute it with rawhide for this week?

Humming, he rubbed at his chin trying to remember what he had at home. Why didn’t he ever write down a shopping list before heading out? This happened every time he went shopping.

 

As the wolfman contemplated his dietary options a sudden scent wafted through the air and caught his attention, causing him to pause mid-step. His nostrils flared, taking in the intoxicating aroma that seemed to call to something primal within him. It was a scent he'd never encountered before, otherworldly, yet it felt like coming home.

His golden eyes scanned the store, searching for the source. That's when he saw her, standing in the produce section, carefully selecting some apples. Her movements were cautious, almost skittish, as if she was constantly on guard.

The wolfman's pupils dilated, his breathing quickened. Every instinct screamed that she was different, special. His mate? No, that couldn't be right. He'd given up on finding a mate long ago. And yet...

His grip on the shopping cart tightened, the metal groaning under the pressure. He fought the urge to rush over and claim her right then and there. No, he had to be careful. She seemed... different. Not like the other humans he'd encountered.

Taking a deep breath to calm himself, he slowly made his way towards her, trying to appear as non-threatening as possible. Which, given his massive frame and sharp claws, was quite the challenge.

As he approached, she finally sensed his presence and looked up. Her eyes widened in terror as she took in his massive form, scarred face, and intense gaze.

"Excuse me," he rumbled, his voice a low growl despite his best efforts. "I couldn't help but notice you seem a bit lost. Are you new to the area?"

Diana froze, her heart racing as she realized her worst fear had come true. Slowly, she turned to face the towering wolfman, her eyes widening as she took in his impressive form. This was it. This was how her pelvis would meet its demise.

"I... uh...," she stammered, desperately searching for an escape route. "Just moved here. Still finding my way around."

The wolfman's lips curled into what he hoped was a friendly smile, but with his sharp teeth, it came across more as a predatory grin. "Well, allow me to welcome you to the neighborhood. I'm Fenrir. And you are...?"

She clutched her shopping basket like a shield, mind racing. This was it - the moment she'd been dreading for a month. Diana opened her mouth, unsure whether to lie, run, or resign herself to her fate.

Her lips trembled, and a almost imperceptible, “Out of here,” was breathed out in response at the the same time she tossed her basket to the side. With a burst of adrenaline, Diana ducked under his arm and sprinted towards the exit, leaving her groceries behind.

She didn't dare look back to see if he was following. All she could think about was getting back to the relative safety of her apartment.

As Diana ran, she cursed her luck. Of all the characters to encounter, it had to be him - the most notorious, dangerous alpha male in the entire series. And now that he'd caught her scent, she knew he wouldn't rest until he found her again.

Fuck fuck fuck! Was all Diana could think as she made a mad dash, and to think she had been excited for his book. That motherfucker was terrifying in person.

“God, I’m sorry, so sorry! Please please please…” Diana whimpered as she skidded on the concrete outside the store, and tried to round the corner. She could hear the slaps of feet against the ground behind her and knew exactly who that was.

Where was her bear spray?

Diana yanked at the keys she had hooked against a belt loop, trembling as she tried to undo the clasp so that if he grabbed at her, she could spray him in the eyes. Though Diana was just as terrified that would work, only to end up pissing him off. But she was not about to be speared on a monster cock, no pun intended, especially one that she knew would have a knot.

How did she ever think knotting would be sexy, that was a hospital trip in the making. What was wrong with her? Nothing, that was a fantasy plenty of people had, but in this moment she regretted that line of thinking.

 

Diana’s heart pounded in her chest as she raced through the streets, desperately trying to lose her pursuer. The sound of heavy footfalls behind her grew closer with each passing second. She knew she couldn't outrun him forever - his supernatural speed and stamina far outmatched her human capabilities.

Oh God, and then what if he was the type to keep flexing his hips while the knot was in you and he forced it out and back in?

She absolutely would have her pelvis broken if that was the case. And unfortunately if this was anything like the books, and it most certainly was, he absolutely would do some nonsense like that.

Panic rising, she darted down a narrow alleyway, hoping to find a hiding spot or another escape route. But as she reached the end, her heart sank. A tall brick wall blocked your path. She was trapped.

Fuck, she knew better than to run down an alley, this was such a cliche for a reason!

Chapter 3

Panting heavily, Diana spun around to face the entrance of the alley. The wolfman’s massive silhouette filled the opening, his golden eyes glowing in the dim light. He approached slowly, as if savoring the hunt.

"Please," she begged, voice shaking. "I'm not who you think I am. I don't belong here."

Fenrir cocked his head to the side, studying her intently. "You're right," he growled. "You're not from this world. I can smell it on you. But that doesn't change what you are to me."

As he drew closer, she fumbled with your keys, finally managing to unhook the bear spray. She held it out in front of her with trembling hands. "Stay back! I'm warning you!"

Fenrir paused, eyeing the small canister. A low chuckle rumbled from his chest. "You think that will stop me, little one? I've endured far worse pain in my lifetime."

He took another step forward, and Diana squeezed her eyes shut, finger tightening on the spray nozzle. Just as she was about to unleash a stream of burning liquid into his face, a deafening roar filled the air.

Her eyes flew open to see another massive figure leap into the alley, tackling the wolfman to the ground. The newcomer was even larger, with curved horns protruding from his head and leathery wings folded against his back.

The demon. Another main character from the series.

As the two supernatural beings grappled on the ground, snarling and clawing at each other, Diana saw her chance. She bolted past them, sprinting out of the alley and into the busy street beyond.

She didn't stop running until she reached her apartment building, lungs burning and legs aching. As Diana fumbled with her keys, trying to unlock the door with shaking hands, she couldn't help but wonder:

Had she just traded one terrifying fate for another? And how long could she keep running before her luck ran out?

Finally Diana managed to unlock the door. Yanking the keys out of the lock, she flung herself into the apartment, fingers on the edge of the door yanking it behind her, hard. The door slammed on them faster than she was able to pull them out of the way, and she let out a small cry of pain. Scrambling, she opened the door, yanked her hand in and cradled it to her chest with a sob.

Then, still spurred on by panic, she turned all the locks, and started darting around her apartment dragging, pushing, and shoving furniture up against the door until they were all lined up between it and a wall. This way, if the wolfman, Fenrir, and the demon did try busting her door down, they would have more trouble than normal. It at least seemed like a better idea than just piling furniture up, less of a chance that ramming the door would topple anything heavy to the side, right?

Panting as the adrenaline left her, she collapsed to the ground. Her hand still hurt, so she kicked her feet to slide backwards into the kitchen, and curled around the swollen and bloody fingers with a sob.

God, she was so so fucked! Was this punishment? Did she actually die in her sleep and this was some fucked up repercussions for her erotica vice? Was her brain giving her a reality it thought she wanted as it slowly rotted in her skull? This seriously couldn’t be real, couldn’t be happening! But it was, and she didn’t know how to handle it.

Finally, after managing to break free from that spiral of thinking, she slowly shifted to her knees - shaking and trembling still - to grab a tea towel and open the freezer to get some ice cubes. Then immediately ducked back down to the floor and wrapped her fingers in the towel with ice to try and numb them.

It was only a matter of time until those two managed to track her scent back to the apartment building. Then what?

She felt hollow as the realization finally sunk in now that she was a bit calmer. One, or both, of them would manage to break enough of her door down to crawl through, and then she would either be dragged back to their home or they would fuck her, or hold her captive in her own home until she broke down with Stockholm Syndrome or whatever was the right term for that happening.

Even in her own reality people fell for their captors, it was a defense mechanism, and one dark romances liked to exploit a lot of the time… at least in the ones she liked to read at least. So that was totally plausible.

…

Ok those were the worst cases scenarios. Not all the books went like that, but she just knew some stalking would be happening, at the very least, once she had to head to work. Calling off would only work for so many days and then she would either be forced to go in or be fired and find a job that was even riskier.

She could potentially worm her way into some other situation, but after what just happened? Diana couldn’t think of any better scenarios past making a deal that ended with what she was ultimately trying to avoid. So yes, she was absolutely screwed in every sense of the word.