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angrelysimpping · 1 year

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Okay so….this one is fucked. Like, you got all the other mush, this one is fucked. Enjoy! ;3c

M!OC x friend’s M!OC uwu

Warnings: stuckage; noncon; noncon turned dubcon; pseudoincest with implied past incest; use of the word “rape” used once

Aksel and Joaquim belong to 💜@inkyquince💜

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For the first time in months, Danny’s tempted to tap into the entity’s power. Even when he’d been trapped under Aksel’s thumb, when Aksel had tried to break him, had fucked Danny dumb in an attempt to make him desperate enough to use the entity’s abilities, he’d held strong. Danny knew there was a chance of slipping, of losing control, of the entity forcing him down, down, down, until he could only witness the destruction the entity wrought while using his body as a vessel. Trapped, only able to watch how it would reward Aksel for freeing it, how it would hurt Joaquim for sticking with Danny. No, he never tried to wield the thing’s powers unless it was an absolute emergency.

But this was Danny’s breaking point.

It was fucking humiliating. A little painful, too, but, really, it was more humiliating than anything. How does shit like this even happen? How did he get stuck under the bed?

Well, apparently getting railed every night wasn’t the best for the bed’s support or whatever, but still! There was no way something like this could happen! Crawling under the bed to hunt down a missing ear stud, knocking his head on a support, and that being the last straw for the bed’s structural integrity? Collapse on Danny, keeping him trapped? Really? What were the odds?! Like something out of a bad porno.

Danny huffs a small laugh, mumbling “What are you doing step bro?”

God, those were such stupid videos. Still, Danny had jerked it to more than one of them. Apparently, one too many, his cock twitching in interest as a few scenes flit through his mind. The classic ‘stuck in a washing machine’ girl. Two brothers fooling around after one was only able to free the other from between half-closed elevator doors by fucking him out.

A man caught in a wall, his boyfriend teasing him, licking over his rim, jerking him off. Sinking his fat cock into his trapped partner’s cute, twitching hole.

“Fuck.”

Stuck and also uncomfortably hard, now. Double humiliating. Maybe he really should try tapping into the entity. Surely he’d be able to control it, right? It wasn’t like when Aksel was trying to break him down. His emotions weren’t running…that high. So, it should be fine, right?

No, no, no. He should wait for Joaquim. He’d only gone out for a quick trip to the shop around the corner. He’d be back soon.

And as if right on cue, the door opened.

Face burning, Danny’s right about to call out before it hits him: he doesn’t recognize those footsteps. That’s not the sound of his lover slowly making their way across the small room.

“Oh, little vessel, what a sticky situation you seem to have gotten yourself into! Aren’t you lucky I found you again?”

Danny grows cold at the sound of Aksel’s voice, heart dropping through the floor as his efforts to free himself redouble.

It doesn’t work. Of course not. But that doesn’t stop him from twisting and thrashing, refusing to give up. He’s so bent upon his efforts that he barely hears Aksel’s harsh laugh, doesn’t even hear him kneeling down behind him. It’s not until cool hands grip his hips and Danny freezes that he realizes how close Aksel is.

“Don’t touch me,” he growls, lashing out with his feet, attempting to kick the older man away. “Don’t fucking touch me you goddamn monster.”

It’s with delight that he feels his foot make contact, a soft oof from the cultist letting Danny know he’d at least hurt the fucker. His victory is short-lived, a hand snaking under him and grabbing his dick, hard.

White lights skitter across his vision, a wave of nausea sweeping over him. Worse still, he can feel the entity deep in the recesses of his soul, stirring, pricking its ears up as the call of Danny’s distress sings out to it.

“Do that again whore, and I’ll give that pretty cock of yours a new piercing, got it?” Aksel punctuates his sentence with another harsh squeeze. Danny isn’t aware of the broken sound he makes, too busy struggling to breathe, blood pounding in his ears as he tries to keep himself together.

When Danny remains still, doesn’t try to kick out or squirm away, Aksel’s grip softens. “There we go, princess. That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Danny bites down on his bottom lip with the too-sharp teeth the entity gave him, easily piercing through the thin skin and filling his mouth with metallic, tangy blood. Still, it was that rather than provoke Aksel further.

Those cool hands are back on his hips, thumbs digging into the small of his back as Aksel sighs, almost dreamily, behind him. “Been waiting to find you two again. Imagining it, finally getting you to break. Getting rewarded by that entity you keep pressed down.” In one quick, rough action, Aksel yanks down Danny’s jeans. There’s a beat of silence before Aksel’s cruel laughter fills the room again. “Lacy panties? Were these for my little brother? Shame he won’t ever get to see them, eh?”

“Shut up.”

Aksel’s laughter dies just as suddenly as it started, plunging the room into an icy silence.

“What did you say, whore?”

Danny doesn’t think, snapping back, “I said shut the fuck up you fucking-!”

The sound of ripping lace cuts him off, ruined tatters of the panties hanging limply from his hips as something hot and blunt pressing at his hole. The cavity of Danny’s chest fills with ice, the entity slithering out of the depths of his soul as his panic grows. All his willpower goes to shut the thing down, keeping it locked away, his body frozen in place and unable to move. Makes it all the easier for Aksel, pressing against the tight ring of muscle before it gives, head popping past the rim and allowing him to slowly sink into Danny’s ass.

Danny’s brain blanks as he’s forced open, trying to keep the entity under control as it thrums under his skin. He wouldn’t do it. Wouldn’t give in, wouldn’t let the entity take over, wouldn’t let Aksel get what he wants.

But, that meant he couldn’t even swear as Aksel starts to fuck into him, hips slamming against his at a brutal pace. He can hear Aksel rambling, cruel words and vile filth spewing past his lips. It goes right over Danny’s head, words sliding off him like water rolling off his back. He can’t think, can’t move. He can only use everything in him to keep himself from letting the entity take over.

That is, until Aksel grabs his cock again.

“You’re still hard, whore. Knew my baby brother would find me a pretty, masochistic bitch.”

Joaquim. Danny’s concentration shatters. Joaquim was supposed to be back by now, but here Danny was, trapped under a collapsed bed and getting split open by Aksel. Was he okay? Had Aksel gotten to Joaquim first? Was he hurt? If Aksel was involved, then nothing good could come from it.

The horns sprout before Danny can stop them, poking out of his hair and catching against the underside of the bed. The tail comes next, unfurling from the base of his spine, skin itching and burning as he tries to suppress it even as it springs forth.

“That’s it,” Aksel growls, starting to pump Danny’s aching cock in time with his savage thrusts, “give in. Give me what I want.”

Danny sobs, the mark up the side of his body carved into him by the entity burning as he fights for control. He could use it, he knows he could. He could use his new tail to lash out, wrap it around Aksel’s throat and pull him off. But could he stop after that? Could he keep himself from killing Aksel? Danny had killed before but it was different then, on his terms. This? This wasn’t the same at all. This was a desperate struggle, one that he knew, deep in his bones, would leave him open for the entity to take over fully.

“Aw, don’t wanna?” Aksel coos, stilling with his hips pressed flush to Danny’s ass. Idly, almost as if he were bored, he starts to grind against Danny, pressing deep inside him, making him squirm, tail thrashing uncontrollably. “Don’t wanna go under so I can play with the entity? Wanna play with your big brother longer?”

Danny nearly stops breathing, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes, cock twitching pathetically in Aksel’s hand, dribbling thick precum over his knuckles.

“You always love cumming on big brother’s cock, don’t ya? Dirty whore of a baby brother. And so greedy, never wanting to share with our other brother. Aren’t brothers supposed to share everything?”

Delusional. Danny thinks, vision going hazy as Aksel’s cock keeps grinding away at his insides. Aksel is delusional. Still, that doesn’t stop the heat pooling in his gut as Aksel keeps babbling, the entity’s control becoming a fraction of an amount weaker as the disgust, rage, and desperation inside him mixes with something else. Something Danny would never name.

“And then you go and keep our brother all to yourself too. Bouncing on his cock every night. But we can share, you know. You know how to share, right? Papa would be so happy to see all his boys again, and you could keep my cock warm every night and Joa could suck it clean every morning. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

The tail wilts, fizzling away. It’s almost as bad as if he’d cum, as if he’d pressed back into Aksel and fucked himself on the monster. Because he’s close. Danny’s getting close, hurtling towards an end he’d rather bite off his tongue than admit to.

Aksel, lost in his own fantasy, doesn’t seem to mind that his actions are starting to push the entity away, rather than bringing it to the surface. No, he just keeps going, fisting Danny’s cock, thumbing the dusky pink head and making more of a mess out of the trapped man. “You’d look so pretty in my bed together, my two pretty baby brothers humping each other's brains out and begging me to come fuck them proper. To ruin their tight holes or ride their pretty cocks until their balls are nice and empty. Cute lil mouths ready for me to cum down the back of.”

“D-don’t-”

“Don’t what, princess? Don’t wanna share your big brother? Still just a greedy lil whore after all?”

“Y-yeah,” Danny nearly chokes on the word, tears dripping softly to the floor. “Don’t…don’t bring Joa, in-into it. Don’t wanna…share.” Shame burns his face as he speaks, brain sluggish trying to find the right words to steer Aksel away from talking about Joaquim. His Joaquim. His Kimi. His always. His to hold and love and worship and adore. Not someone for Aksel to use. Even as the heat in him grew, a familiar tingling in his balls sparking to life, he couldn’t stand Aksel’s fantasies of hurting Joaquim.

“Want your big brother’s cock all to yourself?” Aksel’s lazy pace starts to pick up again, the grip on Danny’s pierced cock following suit. “Want your big brother to rape you day and night? Wreck you for anyone else? Shape your insides so only your big brother’s cock can fill you right?”

Danny tries to speak, tries to do anything that would make the shame that lights up his whole body dim, but he can’t. Everything is too much, too good. The hand on his cock, the thick dick carving him out. It would be heaven, if only it wasn’t Aksel doing this to him. If it wasn’t Aksel the one making his body respond like this, the horns from the entity subsiding and electricity tingling up his spine as he’s pushed ever closer to the edge.

“Gonna cum on your big brother’s cock, aren’t you? Gonna let me fill up your slutty ass and then keep begging for more? Such a brat, keeping your beloved big brother all to yourself but that’s okay, princess. You’ll learn to share eventually. But until then you’ll get big brother all to yourself, okay?”

Aksel punctuates his ramblings with a particularly harsh jerk to Danny’s cock, and it spells his end. Danny cum’s with a cry, spilling over Aksel’s hand and painting the ground under him. He nearly blacks out, knees giving way under him as Aksel’s thrusts become even rougher. If it wasn't for Aksel’s grip on his hips, he’d be fucked into the floor, Aksel chasing his own pleasure with no regard for the limp body under him.

The ringing in his ears keeps Danny from hearing most of Aksel’s continued ravings, weakly willing for the man to just cum already and let him rest. When Aksel’s stills, cock still buried deep as he cums, Danny almost sighs in relief.

Of course, that feeling is short-lived. Danny’s brain is still fuzzy, body loose and weak, as Aksel pulls him out from where he was pinned under the bad. He’s dizzy, exhausted, on the verge of passing out, but he’s still conscious as the shorter man crouches down next to where he lays. Danny could count each freckle across his face with how close he is, bright red eyes boring into Danny’s. Idly, he wonders if his own eyes are still brown, or if the tussle with the entity had left them purple for the rest of the day. It doesn’t matter, not when he’s too tired to even flinch as Aksel reaches out, stroking a strand of sweaty dark hair from his cheek.

“Don’t worry,” Aksel murmurs, tucking the stray lock back, behind Danny’s ear. Then, almost tenderly, he traces the shell of his ear, over the piercings, and down along his jaw. “I’ll take you home now. Joaquim will be so happy to see you.”

That’s the last thing Danny hears before succumbing to unconsciousness.

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