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common tongue of your loving me

A/N: so, I first just wanted to say that I am not responsible for the content that you choose to engage with. This is a very dark fic with triggering themes that may be disturbing for some readers. This is dead dove do not eat. Please heed the warnings with caution. I understand that this won’t be everyone’s cup of tea, but for my first truly dark fic, I feel pretty good about it. It’s taken months of personal healing for me to become comfortable with writing/engaging with these kinds of fics. That being said, it is important to remember that SA survivors often use dark fic to cope from their own traumatic experiences, but also, dark fics can be enjoyed by anyone and no explanation for enjoying them is needed! Reading and writing dark fic does not mean that you condone this type of behavior. Please be kind.

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Summary: Joel finds you wandering through his territory and decides that he’ll take you in to be his little lamb. You don’t go with him so willingly.

pairing | raider!Joel x f!reader

Warnings: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!!!

Dubcon/noncon, the lines are blurred regarding to what the reader consents too, Joel is sick in the head, coercion, manipulation from both Joel and the reader, Stockholm syndrome vibes, he can kill easily you if he wanted to but he won’t, dom/sub, dark! Joel, feral! Joel, raider! Joel, rough unprotected sex, possession, degradation, age gap: Joel is 40 the reader is early 30’s, power imbalance, fear tactics, mind games, praise kink, pet names: little lamb and sir, rough unprotected piv, choking/breath play, knife kink, blood kink, voyeurism, hand job, mutual masturbation, cock warming, oral (male and female receiving) cum play, mutilation of a body part (not done to the reader) misogyny from Joel’s men, implied rape as threat/coercion, Joel is not a morally good person, touch deprivation, humiliation, graphic depictions of violence, submission on the means of survival, foul language, +18 minors dni!

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The Cordyceps Outbreak changed you in a plethora of ways. Survivor turned cold-blooded murderer; not of your own doing. Desperate times call for desperate measures after all. Your saving grace happened to be a man. Brooding in strength, a quick tongue, and an even quicker aim. Calculated movements built up over years of tireless days and nights enduring whatever hell-scape the world had to offer. Grit, stubbornness, chapped lips, aliquine nose, paired with a wicked grin.

“Y’lost?” Gruff, gravelly, never ending pit of deepness. Joel Miller was crouched down between what you believed was an inconspicuous hiding space. You caught wind days out that a group of raiders had been silently stalking you. You were alone, with a limited supply of weapons in your reach.

“No.” Your voice trembled as you clutched your precious pocket knife to your chest.

“That so? What’re you doin’ hidin’ back there?” His head cocked curiously as his boot scraped along the tattered floor of the long since abandoned gas station.

“None of your goddamn business.” You hissed, teeth gritted as your eyes squeezed shut.

“Cute.” He mused. “Take it that you’re alone then? Y’got anythin’ on ya?”

“Are you going to kill me, or not? Cause if so, just get on with us for both our sakes.” You nearly pleaded.

He tsked, shaking his head in mock disappointment. “Ain’t gonna do that. Woulda dragged you outta there myself if that was the case. Besides, I enjoy it more when they run.” He spoke so casually you could feel your blood quickly turn to ice from his tone alone.

“What the hell do you want then? I have nothing to offer. Just some measly scraps, and a dull pocket knife.”

I’m gonna die. That’s it. It’s all over. All that fighting for fucking nothing.

“Ain’t that a shame.” You could feel the smirk rise on his face as bile tried to force its way up your throat. “You’re in luck, my dear. Feelin’ a bit generous. Been lookin’ for a pet. Someone to keep my bed warm at night. Clean my gun. Be at my side. The offer stands, but expires in approximately..” He looked around as if there was a working clock in sight, “one minute.”

“Wait, wait! Are you saying you want me to be your slave?! Fuck no! I’d–”

“Temper, I see. My slave? Not at all, darlin.’ You’ve got it all wrong. Ain’t gonna force ya, although, you were the one to stupidly go waltzing into raider territory. More specifically, my territory. So, you either swallow that fuckin’ tongue of yours and accept your fate, or i’ll let my men have their way with ya. N’trust me, doll. They’ll tear you apart the second they get their hands on you.”

“You sick fuck! I’m not going anywhere with you!” You pushed your body further between the two aisle shelves that had collapsed over.

“Ten.”

“You’re insane!”

“Nine.”

“Eight.” He droned with mock enthusiasm.

“C’mon, you ain’t got anywhere else to go. I won’t touch you unless you want me to. Don’t make this fuckin’ harder for yourself than it needs to be. My patience is runnin’ thin, and the clock is tickin’ away, little lamb.”

“I am not your little lamb, you fuckin’ monster!”

His eyes rolled in pure annoyance as you listened intently to the unmistakable clicking sound of his gun cocking.

“Seven.”

“Six.”

What other choice did you really have? Allow yourself to be violated, and god knows what else by this man’s men, or accept your fate and become his ‘pet.’ Just the thought alone sent a wave of nausea knocking through your system.

“Wait, wait! Please!” You nearly begged as you pulled yourself free from your hiding spot. You dropped your pocket knife to the floor with a clink as you held your hands above your head.

His smirk was nothing short of menacing as he took immediate notice to the terrified glassy look in your eyes.

“Don’t be frightened, little lamb.” He crooned

“You’re safe, and no harm will be done to you. However, my men will be deeply disappointed to hear that I have decided to take you as my own.”

God, this man was sick, but there was no turning back now. No escape route. No plan. No hope. Maybe he was just bluffing. Maybe his plan was to kill you when you’d least expect it. Maybe this was all just a game of cat and mouse for him; you being the helpless little mouse.

“You swear that you’re not going to touch me?” You eyed his outstretched hand warily.

“My darlin’ little lamb, you have my word. Although, I will have to pat you down. Y’know, to make sure you ain’t have anythin’ on ya. Oh, and don’t think I'm playin’ stupid either. Cus’ if you try’n kill me? I’ll make you wish that you had never been born. You have no idea what I am capable of, and my token of kindness only can stretch so far. Jus’ be good, and I won’t have to send a pretty thing like you six feet under. Got it?” His tone was sharp and straight to the point as his brow raised in your direction. You couldn’t even begin to fathom what this man was capable of.

You reluctantly took his hand as he hoisted you up from the grime infested floor. Not a second later did he have your back pinned securely against his broad chest as he held the sharp tip of your knife expertly against your jugular. All he would have to do was apply a tad bit of pressure in order to make a fatal incision. You could feel his lips ghosting against the shell of your ear. His voice dropped an octave as he whispered, “Oh, and if you even think about tryn’ to run from me? I will hunt you down. Do I make myself crystal fuckin’ clear, little lamb?”

You struggled considerably in his constricting grip. A hiss slipped past your lips when the tip of the blade pricked your skin, blood beaded along the surface before slowly trickling down the column of your throat. “Fuck you, asshole.” You nearly whimpered when the blunt ends of his fingernails dug fiercely into your hips. He was unmoving like a mountain, or a slab of concrete. (whichever you prefer)

“That ain’t my name, little lamb.” He tuts before dipping his head down along the clavicle of your neck. His curls gently tickle your chin before you feel his hot tongue poke out and lick up the droplets of blood from your skin. You involuntarily inhaled a harsh breath as his lips harshly sucked on the entry wound. You heard a tiny grunt rumble up his chest before he uttered, tone thick and raspy, “It’s Joel.”

Joel fucking Miller.

His teeth nipped and scraped at your torn skin as his grip around you tightened. “Silly, silly, little lamb. You’ve gone and nicked yourself. Be good, and I’ll let you breathe.”

“Please, please let go of me, Joel. Please. You’re hurting me.” Your voice came out strained as you ultimately gave up on struggling in his steel-like grasp.

“There ya go. That’s a good little lamb.” He cooed as he loosened his grip around you. He had forgotten all about needing to pat you down as he slowly lowered your knife from its present position on your neck. He tucked it away in his own backpack for safe keeping. You were dumb to think that he’d let you have it back.

“Now that we’ve gotten the painfully hard stuff outta the way, y’can relax. So stiff.” He tsked as he nudged you forward. “You’ll be pleased to hear that I’m not a complete barbarian. Got a cabin with workin’ plumbing! Imagine that.” He chuckled amusedly.

You were far from amused as you crossed your arms over your chest protectively as he nudged you forward. Your feet worked on autopilot as his domineering presence was close behind you. “That’s nice, Joel. I could frankly fucking care less where you live.” You snapped in a sharp quick tone.

“Oh? Well, perhaps you’d rather fuckin’ sleep outside, chained to a tree like a goddamn dog.” he snapped back, quicker than you had expected.

“Yeah?” You scoffed. “Well, maybe I would much rather be chained to a fucking tree than breathe the same disgusting air as you.” So much for not pushing this man's buttons.

He laughed, and you could feel his hot breath tickling the hair along the back of your neck.

“As tempting as that sounds, how am I supposed to protect you if you’re chained to a tree?” He was smirking rather sadistically. You couldn’t see his face, but you just knew he was grinning through his teeth. “Besides, wouldn’t you much rather sleep in a warm, cozy bed, little lamb? I bet it’s been awhile since you’ve experienced that kinda comfort, hmm?” He knew he was toying with you and it was becoming increasingly difficult to not stand your ground.

“I don’t need your protection. I don’t want anything to do with it, and for the love of God, would you stop fucking calling me little lamb?”

“Y’know, the more you fight this, the worse it’s going to be. You oughta be thankin’ me. Y’know why? I could fuckin’ take you right here, right now. I can shove you to the ground and have my way with you, little lamb. You can scream and cry all you want, but there’s not a goddamn thing you could do to stop me. You’re defenseless, and apparently missing quite a few marbles in that brain of yours. I suggest you shut the fuck up, and keep movin.’” In the midst of your quarrel, he had silently removed his gun from the holster around his hips, and you could feel the cool metal of the barrel pressing into the back of your neck.

You froze purely out of fear as your mouth went dry. No words fell from your once confident tongue as he nudged you forward once more.

“Yeah, that’s what I fuckin’ thought.” He hissed.

You were in fact shocked to see that Joel and his men didn’t live in filth and grime like you expected. Even moreso, it didn’t appear that they had stowed away any prisoners in their camp. This newfound knowledge was both comforting, and unsettling. Joel’s cabin was the furthest from the rest of the group. Tucked away in a grouping of evergreens. If you hadn’t known any better, you’d think he was just some lone survivor too. You surveyed the surrounding area silently as he unlocked the front door. You could run..but how far would you manage to get? He’d hunt you down no doubt. Your body was already running off pure adrenaline. It had been weeks since you had a proper meal.

“Home sweet home.” He chimed as he gave you a rough jolt forward. Your legs nearly buckled from the surprised movement as you stumbled inside. The heavy wooden door swung shut as he locked it behind him.

“I imagine you must be starvin’ huh?”

“Nope.”

He rolled his eyes as he slung his backpack along one of the hooks on the wall. “Uh-huh. You ain’t all that of a liar, little lamb. Look, if I were in your situation, i’d suck it the fuck up and be grateful for my generous hospitality. Y’wanna starve? Be my fuckin’ guest, but don’t say I didn’t try to feed ya.” He huffed as he strode past you, shoulder brushing yours roughly as he disappeared into the kitchen.

You stood there dumbly in the middle of the entryway as you subconsciously scratched at your arm. “Hey..uh, Joel?” You sounded timid and unsure of yourself but given the present circumstances, that was to be expected.

His head peeked around the corner as he made eye contact with you. “Yes, little lamb?”

Can he fucking quit it with that nickname already?

“So, I was wondering if it was possible for me to uh–shower? I’ve been traveling for weeks and I just figured you probably wouldn’t want me stinking up your bed? Just want to make sure I'm being a good pet for you.” You nearly gagged from your compliant words, but if you played your cards right, maybe you’d make it out of this alive.

His slow growing smirk was a tell-tale sign that he was buying your faux submission. Ruthless or not, he was still a man at the end of the day.

“Sure. S’not a problem at all. Y’need help findin’ your way? Jus’ down the hall n’to the left. I’ll leave some clothes out for ya as well. Think you’ve worn those things to ruin.” He casually gestured to your tattered clothing.

“Yeah, well..beggars can’t be choosers now can they?”

“No, they can’t.” He agreed.

You stared at one another a moment longer before you padded off down the hall. You could feel his eyes burning into the back of your head until you turned the corner. You paused momentarily to listen for his footsteps. Only when you were convinced he didn’t follow you, did you finally release a shaky breath. Just be good, and you’ll get out of this one way or another.

Joel’s bathroom was insipid in decor, but that came as to no surprise. It’s not like he had any reason to embellish the space with flowers or any other domestic shit. At least the towels looked fairly clean, and the shower head looked durable. You could have shed tears of joy when you turned the faucet handle and a steady stream flowed through the shower head. The water had a slightly oxidized odor from the well, but it wasn’t ice cold; more like room temperature. You wasted no time to shred your thin layers of clothing and discard them to the cool tile beneath your feet. Your nipples pebbled and grew taught under the cooling stream of water along your skin. You feel the filth and grime slowly wash away and stain the water a murky brown color from the debris. You were pleasantly surprised to find a bar of soap and a bottle of shampoo that was undoubtedly expired, but it would suffice.

The towel you wrapped around your body was a bit coarse and itchy from being utilized so many times. You kept your hand firmly wrapped around the front of the towel to prevent it from slipping down your still damp body. As you reached for the door handle you found shortly after that there was something blocking your ability to open it all the way. You took a deep breath as you prepared yourself for the inevitable..clothes? There just outside of the door, folded nicely in a pile, was a shirt and pants waiting for you.

Joel was busy putzing around the kitchen as he prepared a well-deserved meal for the two of you. He was already convinced that you were warming up to him (finally). Or, perhaps you were just too exhausted to put up a solid fight. Either way, he was going to continue to use his generous hospitality to his advantage. Match point.

“Well, don’t you clean up nice.” He mused from where he was standing as you appeared from down the hall.

“Shower was pretty decent.” You mumbled in response.

“Go on and make yourself at home.” He gestured to the small kitchen table with two handcrafted wooden chairs. “Dinner will be ready in just a few minutes.”

“I already told you, I'm not hungry.”

“Still playin’ the stubborn game, are we? What happened to the whole ‘I want to be a good pet for you, Joel?’” he dropped the kitchen knife he was presently holding onto the countertop as he made air quotes with his fingers.

“Why the hell would you think for a second that I'm going to trust you all of a sudden? I don’t want shit to do with your food.”

“Mmm. I see. S’you jus’ thought oh, i’ll just use his shower and shit will be all peachy keen? Sit your fuckin’ ass down at that table right now.” He wasn’t asking, he was demanding.

“Oh, gee. You’re too kind! Giving me somewhere to finally rest my fucking feet.” You muttered sarcastically under your breath as you plopped down onto the chair finally.

Seconds later a plate was placed down in front of you. The smell was absolutely mouthwatering. Seared venison, potatoes, gravy and bread. This was a real hearty meal that you could only dream of having. It reminded you of Sunday dinner’s back at your parents when you were struggling to pay your rent off every month. You’d have leftovers for days thanks to them.

You suspiciously eyed your captor as he took the seat across from you and began to indulge in the meal he had prepared. You remained skeptical as your arms crossed over your chest defiantly.

“It ain’t poisoned if that’s what you’re thinkin.’ Why the hell would I be eating poisoned food? Besides, how are you supposed to keep my bed warm if you’re fuckin’ dead, little lamb?” He grumbled as he pointed his fork in your direction.

“I don’t know. Maybe a sick fuck like you is into that sorta thing. You don’t actually expect me to believe that you have a moral compass, do you?”

“Oh, you’re right on the head with that one. Just below your feet I have bodies stashed for safekeeping. Oh, and some are buried out back in the woods. You’ll find bones scattered about the property.” he stated nonchalantly as he leaned over the table with his eyes locked on yours. “Y’know what I love most? I love it when they scream and beg for their pathetic little lives to be spared. They all try to escape, but they never get very far. I give them all a fair head start jus’ to give them that false hope that they’re going to make it out of this alive.” He stabbed a piece of venison with his fork before popping it into his mouth.

Your blood curdled like rotten milk as you went to push your chair back. You were startled from the sound of his knife being embedded into the wood with a harsh thud. “Don’t you even fuckin’ think about it.” He hissed.

“Are you fucking serious?! You have dead bodies under the fucking floorboards?! So, this was your plan all along?! Make me play house with you till you get bored and decide to butcher me?!”

“No.” he deadpanned. “I was not bein’ serious. But, since you think i’m some sick fuckin’ monster that stashes women away to murder them, I decided to play into your little scenario. Now, fuckin’ eat your goddamn food. Or by God I will fucking pin you down and shove it down your throat.”

You truly could not tell if he was bluffing or not, but by the darkened appearance of his pupils, your brain was literally screaming at you to just pick the fucking fork up and eat. So, that’s exactly what you did. Fuck, this was the best thing you tasted in a long time.

When the sun began to set and cast a soft orange glow through the cabin windows, your nerves were on high alert when you faced the realization that you’d have to sleep in the same bed as this man. Your plate was nearly licked clean as he removed it from in front of you. He could sense your unease from a mile away. It was as if he could smell the fear leaking from your pores.

“Go on and get some rest, little lamb. I’ll be there in a few. Oh, and by the way, I prefer to sleep naked. I hope that doesn’t pose a problem for you.” He shot a flirty wink in your direction before you were immediately pushing your chair back.

Fucking peachy.

It wasn’t difficult to find his bedroom as it was the only other room in the mid size cabin. You would have much rather have slept on the uncomfortable hardwood floor than to share a bed with him. However, based on how he acted at the dinner table..you really didn’t want to stretch your luck, if you’d even call it that, any further.

The semi-comfortable mattress brought instant relief to your aching back and shoulders. A comfort short lived as you listened attentively to the faint footsteps approaching the door. Joel was surprisingly quiet as he slipped into the room like a shadow in the night. He barely acknowledged your presence as he shuffled to the unoccupied side of the bed. The mattress creaked beneath his weight as he sank down along it.

You laid there unmoving, quiet like a mouse as your eyes squeezed shut from the familiar shrill sound of the metal clasp of his belt clinking. His jeans hit the floor with a soft thud as a silent tear slowly rolled down your cheek. He yanked his shirt over his head in one swift movement before he kicked his boxers down his ankles. You heard him let out a faint sigh as he scrubbed his hand down his patchy beard. You waited for the moment that he would pounce..but it never came as he slowly swung his legs onto the mattress with a soft grunt as he settled back into the pillows. His cock hung heavy between his thighs as he shifted positions ever so slightly. “G’night, little lamb. Sleep tight.” He crooned softly.

Wait..that’s it? No no. What the hell was going on? Didn’t he say he would–

“Goodnight, Joel.” You whispered as you rolled over so your back was facing him. You were on the very edge of the mattress, as far away as you possibly could be from him.

Joel was more than willing to play the long game with you. He was in no rush, and toying with your already fragile mind was part of the fun. He did swear that he wouldn’t touch you without your consent, but he never said anything about not touching himself. He was, after all, a lonely man in some capacity. Perhaps that’s why he had no shame to slowly wrap his fist around the base of his cock while you were laying just a few feet away. He trapped his lower lip between his teeth as he dragged his thumb across the ruddy head, collecting a bead of precum that had weeped from the narrow slit. He twisted his hand slowly as a grunt bubbled up his throat. He pulled his hand back only to filthily spit on it in order to create some lubrication. His head tilted back against the pillows as his mind ran rampant through his filthy desires. “Fuck, that’s it little, lamb.” He hissed between his teeth, digging his heels into the mattress as his cock grew hard and swollen in his grasp.

You could vaguely hear the rustling of the sheets through your light slumber. You thought maybe you were experiencing some vivid dream when you detected Joel’s soft grunt and the unmistakable sound of him spitting into his hand. It felt like your body was betraying you and riding off into the deep end as your thighs subconsciously clenched together. His sounds of gratification only seemed to spur your now awake body to relieve itself in some capacity as your hand slowly snaked down between your thighs. It had been longer than you could remember since you last shared a bed with someone. Perhaps this was all based purely on animalistic instincts as your fingers dipped beneath your panties. Your clit was throbbing for attention as your fingertips skated across it. You bit down on the inside of your cheek hard to suppress a whimper from slipping out, but it was audible enough for Joel to hear it. Once you started, there was no going back as your fingers worked your clit in slow circular motions.

Joel was shocked to say the least. So much so, that his hand had stilled around his cock as he listened to your pathetic little whimpers that you were desperately trying to suppress. You being so unpredictable to him was an absolute turn on. He couldn’t believe that his dirty little lamb was shamelessly playing with herself. Maybe you and him weren’t so different after all. His cock twitched against his stomach as he imagined just how tight your little pussy would hug him, and that’s all it took for him to shred his remaining morale. “What’re you doin’ over there, little lamb?” He whispered through the pale moonlight that casted shadows across the bed frame.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

You scrambled to remove your hand from between your thighs as a sense of embarrassment and dread washed over you. You could feel the heat rise to your cheeks from the excitement and adrenaline rush of being caught.

“Don’t stop on my account, dirty little lamb. You sounded so desperate to come. Why deprive yourself of that pleasure?” He hummed through his teeth as he gave the base of his cock a firm relieving squeeze. “Or are you seekin’ some assistance? I’d be happy to help..can’t leave your pussy hanging on the edge for that long, little lamb. She deserves better treatment than that.” He tsked disapprovingly.

it was as if a lightbulb had suddenly flashed in your brain. Yes, use this to your advantage. This is what he wants, right? Give it to him. Make him think that you’re submissive. Fuck him stupid and leave when he’s sleeping. Play his game better than he is.

“It hurts.” You pouted as tears of frustration began to slowly drip down the corners of your eyes. You did have to sell the part after all.

“Oh, baby. Don’t cry. I know it hurts..bet it’s been so long since your cunt has been properly taken care of, hmm? When’s the last time she’s been stretched out by a cock?” He asked softly as you felt the mattress dip down from him slowly roll over onto his elbow so he was facing you.

“It’s been too long, sir. I can’t even remember the last time I was properly filled up by a cock. I miss that feeling so much. Will you help me, please? I want you to take care of me, Joel.” You nearly moaned out a plea as your thighs rubbed together beneath the sheets.

Joel’s rough exterior had seemingly melted into a puddle of liquid as you nearly begged him. Who was he to say no to a person in need? Here you were, so willing, so compliant, so submissive, and right where he wanted you to be. “Oh, my poor little lamb. It’s been that long for you? Perhaps I’ll just have to remind your cunt just how good it feels to be properly filled up by a cock, hmm? You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Please, Joel. Please remind me how good it feels to be filled up by a cock. I want you to stretch me out..I want to feel you everywhere..think you can handle that, sir?” You were already reaching for his hand as he scooted closer to where your body was laying. You guided his hand between your thighs so he could feel just how wet you were for him. “Please, can’t you feel how wet I am? Please make me feel good, sir.”

His eyes nearly rolled back into his skull from your desperation and neediness as his fingers lightly traced the seam of your panties where he could feel the wetness pooling through the fabric. “I’ll take real good care of you, little lamb. You’re in good hands. We’ll have to take these off so I can get a good look at ya. Bet she’s so fuckin’ pretty. Dyin’ to have a peek.”

He’s a goner.

She’s a goner.

“Take them off, please.” You whimpered as his hands grasped the hem of your panties and slowly pulled them down your thighs. His pupils dilated from the sight of the fabric sticking to your puffy wet pussy. His mouth watered from the sight alone as he discarded your ruined panties to the floor. You felt the warm embrace of his hand wrap around the inside of your thigh as he coaxed it across his lap so he could spread you nice and wide. “Oh, fuck. Look at how swollen she is. Must hurt so much.” He pouted with furrowed brows. “Such a pretty fuckin’ pussy. I cannot wait to ruin her, my little lamb.” At this angle you were entirely exposed to his greedy eyes as you watched his hand travel southward once more. He used his middle and forefinger to spread your folds open so he could get a better view of your swollen little clit. He appeared to be mesmerized as your tight wet little hole involuntary clenched inwards.

Your moans were anything but fake as his thumb slowly worked your clit into tight circles. He wasn’t lying about the fact that you certainly were in good hands. You were wet enough as it is, but he felt that extra lubrication couldn’t hurt as he spat a glob of saliva between his fingers and rubbed it in. He soon had two fingers knuckle deep inside of you as he slowly curled them inwards. “Gotta get you nice and relaxed for me, baby. I don’t wanna hurt ya, and you’re being such a good little lamb for me. I think I’ll just have to reward you for that. How does that sound?” His eyes drifted upwards so he could see your face twist with pleasure as your toes curled inwards.

“Oh, sir.” You moaned wantonly. “That feels so fucking good. Please don’t stop. I promise I’ll keep being your good little lamb. Can you show me your cock, Joel? I want to see it. I bet it’s so big..what if it doesn’t fit?”

He shifted his hips upwards so you could get a good look at his dick. He watched your eyes widen the slightest at the sight of him. Heavy set balls, dark coarse hair, and by far the thickest cock you had ever feasted your eyes upon. “Shh, we’ll make it fit. It’ll feel so fuckin’ good once I’m stretching you out, little lamb. You just gotta trust me. Can you do that for me, baby? Can you trust me?”

“Mhmm. I can trust you, sir. I know you’ll take extra good care of me. Please don’t make me wait much longer..please be good to me.”

He pressed a reassuring kiss to your temple as he felt the walls of your pussy clench down around his thick digits. The squelching sound sent blood quickly flowing southwards as his cock twitched against his thigh. As soon as he slipped his fingers out of you, he knelt between your thighs with one hand wrapped firmly around the base of his cock as he twisted his wrist a couple times. His freehand was wrapped around the underside of your thigh as he brought it around his shoulder with your heel resting along his firm shoulder blade. “Good little lamb. I’m goin’ fill this pretty little pussy up just the way that she deserves, okay? See, I told you that bein’ my pet wasn’t gonna be so bad. I knew you’d warm up to me eventually.” He mumbled under his breath as he slowly dragged his tip between your folds, rutting his hips forward slowly. The tip of his cock bumped against your already sensitive clit with each gentle thrust.

Your brain felt like a scrambled egg that was being mentally toyed and fucked with. This sick man could have easily fucked you like a rag doll into his mattress, and instead he was choosing to take things slow. Why? You couldn’t wrap your head around his reasoning, or if this was truly just another piece to his game, but Jesus fuck, there was no denying that it felt fucking incredible.

Your words came out like slurred jarble as your mouth slowly felt open when you felt him slowly start to sink inside of you, stretching you open, filling you up just like his promise. It felt like his cock was splitting you in two the further he pressed into you. He coaxed you gently when you clawed at his forearms. Shushing you with featherlight kisses to your cheekbones when he had bottomed out. Your leg fell limp around his shoulder when he had slowly pulled his hips back before jutting them forward.

He was fucking you deliciously deep as the matress squeaked from the movement. He was watching your face for any signs of discomfort as you struggled to figure out where he started, and where he ended. Your pussy hugged him tight as it drew him in deeper with each thrust. His hand nearly engulfed your hip as his thumb lightly pressed down along your lower abdomen where he could feel the tip of his cock just barely kissing your cervix. “Can you feel me right there, little lamb? You’re doing so good for me. So fuckin’ good. Tightest little pussy I’ve ever had. She’s huggin’ me so good.” His grunts mixed with your sharp moans as you struggled to not completely throw your plan out the window. In this position it was hard to gain any sense of control; it was time to switch things up.

“Joel, baby.” You mewled softly as your hips rolled forward to meet his thrusts. “I wanna try something that I think you’ll really like..I wanna be on top. You must be so exhausted from dealing with me all day..why don’t you lay back and I’ll do all the work?” You suggested with a harsh breath as he leaned down over you. You could feel the broad weight of his chest pressing down against you as his lips brushed across the shell of your ear, “that’s the best idea you’ve had all goddamn day, little lamb.”

Even after your handsome offering, he wasn’t quite ready to slip out of your warmth just yet. Now that he had a taste, there was no way in hell that he was about to let you go from his grasp. He had consumed you completely to the point where it felt like you were being suffocated by his sheer mass and the way he managed to hit that spongy spot inside of you with every profound intense induced thrust. His wiry patchy beard scraped at the soft skin of your cheek as he drove himself further. “Jus’ gimme a little more time with ya like this. You feel so fuckin’ good around me. Jus’ a little longer.” He stuttered between harsh jagged breaths that fluttered across the shell of your ear. His teeth nipped, scraped at the skin as the musty scent of his sweat melded into yours. Skin on skin: with no point of relief.

When he finally began to slowly slip out of your tight wet walls, it appeared that your body was reluctant to let go of him based on the way your pussy clenched around him tightly like a fist. He chuckled low and deep as he watched a mixture of your release and his own leak out of your tight fucked out hole. It glistened along the apex of your thighs, trailing down your skin, dripping along the once unsoiled comforter.

“My my, little lamb. You’ve gone and made quite the mess of yourself hmm?” He teased as he slowly dragged his pointer finger through the mixture of fluids as if he was creating an erotic painting, and his finger was the steady brush.

Focus. Focus. Focus. Your brain chanted at you relentlessly.

“Hnngh..mhm..i’ve made such a mess of myself, sir. Will you please clean me up?”

He smirked cruelly through the pale moonlight that danced across your skin as he scooted himself back on his knees, his cock brushing against the comforter and creating just enough stimulation for him to be satisfied for the time being. “Well, since you asked so nicely, I suppose I can give you an itty-bitty reward.” He mused as his eyes locked in on your glistening pussy just begging to be kissed. Your lashes fluttered when you felt his hot breath fan your core. Might as well get all the use out of him that you could get.

He pressed open mouth kisses to the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. Sucking, licking, kissing around where you craved him most. The second those sinful lips latched onto your swollen clit, a carnal need washed over both of you as he devoured you whole. His tongue worked you in languid strokes as he made sure to lick up every last drop. Your orgasm was steadfast approaching as the coil in your stomach tightened. Your thighs clamped firmly around his head like a stubborn shell. If it were any other situation, you’d let him eat you for hours, days even, but you had to stick to your plan.

He wasn’t letting up easily as you used all your strength to push his head from between your thighs. His beard and lips were coated in your slick as he finally released you from his death grip. There was no time to catch your breath as his strong arms were already hosting you into his lap as he lazily rolled over onto his back with a soft grunt.

“Keep bein’ my good little lamb, and you’ll wake up every mornin’ with my head between your thighs.” He nearly purred as his hands anchored themselves around your hips. You could feel the head of his cock notching at your entrance as you slowly sank down against his bulky strong thighs. It took a mere moment for you to snap back into character and keep up with your charades as you wrapped your hand firmly around the base of his cock. “I’m going to take care of you now okay, Joel? You’ve been so good to me. I’m so grateful for your generous hospitality and your cock. I just want you to sit back and relax..can you do that for me, baby?” You held all the control in the palm of your hand as you slowly slid his tip between your slit. Your little noises of appreciation had his head spinning in circles as he squeezed your hips firmly.

“M’gonna keep you forever, just like this. Stuffed full of my cock. Filled to the fuckin’ brim.” He hissed between his teeth as you slowly inched yourself around him till he had filled you to the hilt. “M’so lucky to have a good little lamb like you, baby. My good little cockslut. It ain’t so bad, is it? Mmm..maybe you and I are more alike than you think.” He murmured with a lazy grin etched on his face as he gazed up at you through thick lashes.

“Of course i’ll be your good little lamb forever and ever, sir.” You played along as you slowly rolled your hips forward. “I’ll be so good to you just like you have been to me.” Now you had him right where you wanted him and it was only a matter of time. You affectionately played with his sweat stained curls, licked the musk from his neck as you inhaled his masculine aroma that seeped from his pores. You nipped at his flesh and left little love bites speckled across his skin. You fucked him the best way that you could, spending what was left of your dwindling energy to convince this man that you were submitting to him entirely. Each roll of your hips, and smack of your skin transported him to a new state of pure ecstasy. He didn’t last very long considering he was fairly spent himself. He let out a deep guttural animalistic grunt that ruptured from deep within his chest as he spilled his seed into you. He could feel both yours and his release drip down between where your bodies were connected. He praised in a soft tone, mumbling about how he was going to fall asleep just like this. “Y’stay right there, little lamb. Gonna keep you stuffed full of my cock all night.” He rasped as his lashes fluttered shut.

By all means, sir. Keep me stuffed full of your cock, because come morning, you’ll be waking up to an empty, cold, miserable bed. You fucking idiot.

He dozed off, still buried deep inside of your cunt as you sat there obediently. You listened to the sound of his breathing return to a normal rate as soft snores slipped past his parted lips. Only when you were certain that he wouldn’t awake from his sex induced slumber, did you finally slip off of his lap. You could feel the sticky residue of his come latching onto your thighs as his cock went soft. You gathered up the clothes he had given you as you rushed to dress and get the hell out of there. You were as quiet as a mouse as you crept out of his room. Your eyes zoned in on the rifle hanging along the hook next to the door.

You were so close to freedom you could almost taste it as you unlatched the door and began to slowly push the handle down–

“Where are you runnin’ off to, little lamb?” His tone was low and menacing as you felt the hardness of his chest press against your back. In one swift movement he had pulled the door shut with a heavy slam that rattled your bones to the core. You went to reach for his rifle but he was on you in a flash as he twisted your arms painfully behind your back. He knocked you forward against the wooden door with your cheek pressed firmly into the rough texture of the wood. When you didn’t respond to his original question, he asked again, but a lot less nicer.

“I said, where the fuck do you think you’re runnin’ off to, little lamb? Y’think you can play me for a goddamn fool?!” He bellowed. His harsh words bounced off the walls of the cabin as you struggled in his painful grip. “After I fed you, put clothes on your back and fucked you dumb, you think you can jus’ fuckin’ leave?!”

“Sir, I'm so sorry! You have it all wrong! I—just wanted to get some fresh air! I was going to come right back, I swear!” You took the pleading route in hopes that maybe he’d show you just a smidge of mercy. “I’d never leave you!”

He laughed darkly as he shoved you further into the door, creating little to no space for you to breathe. “Fuckin’ save it. You’re a goddamn filthy liar, little lamb! You were leavin’ me! What a fuckin’ shame too because you were being so so good. Pity, because I was actually thinking of letting you go myself.” He lied straight through his teeth as he forced his knee between your thighs and spread them apart. His hand that wasn’t holding your wrists painfully together wrapped around your middle as he yanked you roughly against his chest. His lips were right at your ear now. “You were being such a good little lamb for me, that I was beginning to feel sorry for taking you away..I was going to let you go first thing in the morning, but you just had to go and fuckin’ ruin it for yourself, huh?” He tsked

Fresh tears began to cascade down your face as you continued to try and break free. Your hope was quickly diminishing like a candle being blown out as he twisted your wrists at an unnatural angle. “PLEASE!” You begged, “I’m so sorry, sir! Please don’t kill me! I–I–can make it up to you, I swear!”

“Kill you? Oh, my dear sweet little lamb, you really haven’t been payin’ attention, have you? I’m not going to kill you. You’re far too pretty to be feasted on by some critters. That simply won’t do.” His hand that was securely wrapped around your middle snaked upwards as he roughly groped your breast through the fabric of your shirt. “Quit your fuckin’ squirming. You ain’t gettin’ yourself outta this one, little lamb.”

“Please, please let me go! I’m–I'm sorry for not being a good pet! I can do better! Please, Joel! You’re hurting me!” You cried out for mercy.

“Now, you’re gonna sit still and be a good little lamb, or I'll feed you to the wolves just outside my door.” He whispered harshly as he dropped his hand from around your breast only to then find the button on your pants before he yanked them down your thighs. Your pussy was sore and overstimulated when he pressed the ruddy head of his cock between your thighs. “Can’t you hear ‘em howlin?’ Bet they’re fistin’ their cocks right now thinkin’ about how your pretty little cunt would hug them so tight. S’only for me, right? This cunt belongs to me. Don’t fuckn’ gimme a reason to share.” He hissed as he harshly thrusted up into you, knocking the air from your lungs as his hand wrapped around your throat.

Your words came out as strangled cries as he continued to ram into you. “Can’tcha hear ‘em now? Beggin’ for this cunt. C’mon, little lamb. Scream for me. Let them know just how good daddy is treatin’ ya. Don’t you fuckin’ hold back.” His thumb and forefinger pressed firmly against your trachea making it harder for oxygen to reach your brain as your body went into distress mode. The more you fought, the tighter he held you. When you could begin to see stars dancing behind your eyelids, and your breath came out in a weak wheezing sound, he finally released you from his death grip.

You buckled over, gasping for air as your knees hit the floor with a sickening thud.

“Don’t you ever try to outsmart me again, little lamb.” He was standing over you like an ominous shadow as choked sobs raked through your body.

“Now, get the fuck back to bed, or i’ll drag you there myself.”

You took his threat seriously as you scrambled to your feet and scurried back to his room.

You never crossed him again, and for good reason. He apologized for his actions the next morning over breakfast. You weren’t very hungry, but forced yourself to eat for your own sake. Now you were his broken and submissive little lamb.

He did keep his promise of keeping you safe from all harm. Once enough trust was instilled, he allowed you to accompany him outside. He taught you all that he knew during those months. You found it hard to not begin to fall for him when he showed you his gentler side. It felt wrong, but right at the same time to love a man who was so cruel. He stripped you of your autonomy, and then stitched it right back together with his own needle and thread. You adapted to his lifestyle as if it was the back of your hand. Accompanying him on raids, torturing helpless individuals for the sheer thrill it felt to hold another person’s life in the palm of your hands.

Maybe you were sicker than he was.

This winter was proving to be unforgiving. Supplies and rations were low, and Joel’s men were growing antsy. Their leader was spending too much time tucked away in his cabin with you, and it was only a matter of time before someone would lash out. You were still fast asleep tucked away cozily in Joel’s warm bed while he called a meeting with the rest of the group.

“I say we head west. There ain’t nothin’ left here for us.” One of his men stated, and heads began to slowly nod in agreement.

“West? Why the hell would we go and do that? We got a decent territory here, and I'm this close to gettin’ us into the QZ. Jus’ have to twist a few more fingers to get us there. This ain’t the worst winter we’ve had. Don’t go and act like a bunch of fuckin’ pussies just because you’re afraid that your dicks are gonna freeze off.” He snapped.

“Easy enough for you to say, Miller. You’re the one who’s got a cockslut keepin’ you warm on the cold nights. What about the rest of us, huh? Can’t be bothered to share your prize?”

Joel could feel his blood begin to simmer as he slowly turned his head to the side. His eyes were narrowed into slits as his fists clenched tightly at his sides. “What the fuck did you jus’ call her?” His tone was eerily calm as he did his best to keep his temper at bay. You were off limits; end of story.

“You heard me. Bet that cockslut of yours was the one who suggested we stay here. That’s why it ain’t good to keep women around for long. They talk and talk and think that they have the answer for everything! Well, you know what I gotta say to that? Keep ‘em around to keep your cock warm and toss ‘em when they grow smart. That’s all they’re good for anyway. Jus’ a tight wet hole to fuck.”

The prominent veins in Joel’s neck bulged to the surface of his neck. His skin was so hot that the swirling flurries that landed on him immediately melted. His face grew red with rage. You were far more than just a hole to fuck. You were his little lamb, and god help any motherfuckers that dare disrespect his little lamb.

“I should fuckin’ carve your tongue out for that. She is not my cockslut.” If Joel’s men were smart, they’d back off while they still had the chance, but men will be men after all.

“Oh, please! Is her pussy really all that? Look at how soft you’ve gone, Miller! I say you dispose of her while you still have the chance. Oh, but before you do that, bring her out for a spin. We’ve been dyin’ to see what her cunt is all about.”

It was as if something inside of Joel had suddenly snapped and he found his hands constricted around the man’s neck. Joel had him pinned to the snow covered ground as the man thrashed around violently. No one dared to try and stop their leader until they heard the crunching of snow beneath boots as your voice drifted through the brewing blizzard like a rumbling echo

Joel’s head snapped in the direction of your voice as he loosened his grip around the man’s neck slightly. “Baby, what the fuck are you doin’ out here? It’s freezing! Get back inside–”

You were quick to cut him off as you approached the scene that was laid out in front of you. You ignored his present concern for your wellbeing as you crossed your arms over your chest. “What the fuck is going on here, Joel?”

“Seth said some shit that he really oughta have kept to himself. S’alright. I got this one handled. Why don’t you go on back home where it’s warm.”

“No. I want you to tell me what he said.” You stood firm

Joel eyed the rest of his men who were all looking much like sheep themselves. “He called you a cockslut, and that all a woman is good for is a tight wet hole to fuck.” He deadpanned.

You appeared unfazed sans the slight arch of your brow. “Really?” You scoffed. “How original. Don’t you think that strangling him is a bit too merciful?”

“Well, before you came out here, I threatened to carve his tongue out.”

“Oh?” You asked with a lopsided grin. “Now that is more your style, baby. Wanna use my knife? I just sharpened it the other day.”

Seth was nervously looking between yours and Joel’s sadistic grins as he struggled to escape. All Joel had to do was snap his fingers once for two of his men to then force Seth down by his shoulders, and physically pry his jaw open as he thrashed wildly on the ground.

“My little lamb, you’re so sick..y’know that?” He was already reaching for your outstretched knife before his hand encased around your wrist and gently tugged you down into the snow. “Front row seat jus’ for you, baby. Don’t worry, he’ll never say another word about you again.” he sealed his promise to you against your lips before he was pulling away to finish off the job.

“S’matter, Seth? Cat got your tongue?” Joel crooned as grabbed the back of his head and yanked it forward. “This oughta teach ya to respect women.”

“Joel–wait! Please don’t do this! I’m sorry! I’m–” Seth’s pleas were violently cut off when Joel sliced right through his tongue. Blood spattered and squirted from the gushing wound as his once attached muscle now laid limp in the snow.

“Oh, what was that? You’re sorry? It’s a bit too late for that, pal.” Joel spat before he picked up the chunk of Seth’s mutilated tongue and tossed it right into the nearby fire pit.

“Get him outta my sight before I decide to rip his throat out too. Tie him up to a tree a few miles from here. Leave him to the wolves. They’ll finish him off.” He demanded his men as he wiped the blood from your knife along Seth’s shirt.

His hand reached for yours to help you up from the ground. You held no shame to admit that watching Joel mutilate someone in front of you so willingly sent a wave of arousal gushing between your clenched thighs, and you probably would have fucked him right then and there and let his men watch because none of that really mattered anymore. You opted to pull him behind a cluster of trees instead as you dropped to your knees ceremoniously in the bitter cold snow that instantly bit at your exposed bare skin. Your hands clawed for his belt as you desperately unlatched it and shoved his jeans down his thighs swiftly. Your cheeks felt cold to the touch as Joel’s hand affectionately held your face in his warm palm as you pulled his stiff cock free. His heart swelled with pure pride for his good little lamb.

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➥ Warnings: DUB-CON, voyeurism, manhandling, drugs & alcohol consume…

A/N: Just a lil draft <3

The overwhelming loudness of the party was soon muffled by a closed door, your giggles becoming the main focus.

The room had a welcoming breeze, contrasting the boiling sensation on the rest of the house. ”Hey…take it easy” the blond held you from behind as your body fell lightly onto the couch.

You chuckled while your frail palms did their best on holding you up. The rough fabric under your fingers stretched as a heavy body sat right by your side, the warmth of it causing you to feel more lightheaded.

”C’mere” Rafe’s hot voice on your earlobe as he wrapped an arm around your neck to hoist you up. The blond made you sit flush against his side, not a single hint of gentleness in his touch.

”Looks like someone drank too many Mai Tais” You rested your head on the blond’s hard chest, sleepy eyes finally registering the presence of two other guys.

“Nothing a few bumps can’t fix” Your boyfriend had the biggest smirk on his face as he looked into the eyes of his friends.

Kelce rubbed his hands together in excitement, hurrying Topper into revealing a small bag of white powder.

Your head automatically lifted up, searching for Rafe’s eyes. “Time to get some energy, sweetie” Rough fingers found their way onto your chin, holding it still as he captured your lips in a messy kiss.

A small gasp of surprise left your throat as a hot tongue forced itself into your mouth, leaving you breathless with its incessant hunger.

The faint taste of alcohol didn’t disappear once the blond pulled away. Dizziness incremented as you felt his body drifting away from you.

You recognized the sound of a plastic bag opening, followed by the sight of Rafe’s long finger dipping into the powder. “Shhh” He shushed you with condescendance; a whine got stuck in your throat as soon as you felt two digits prying your mouth open.

The pad of his fingers distributed the fine particles with softness; you squirmed lightly at the feeling of it dissolving on your gums.

”That’s it” He whispered after removing his hand, which was quickly replaced with his mouth. This time, more than a kiss, it was a quick peck -some sort of reward for being so pliant-.

The mere hint of coke on your teeth had him pulling away, eagerly bending down to the table’s height. As soon as he was done snorting his line, he came back for your heat.

He sniffed aggressively while his strong arm circled your lower back, rings digging on your waist’s exposed skin.

You let out an airy laugh as you were lifted up from the sofa and dropped onto the boy’s lap. His thighs felt rock hard under your soft ones.

Your arms automatically wrapped around his nape, looking for support. His smell was intoxicating in this proximity, causing you to bury your nose on his firm chest -hoping to drown in the scent-.

A whistle echoed on the tall walls. Kelce’s pupils expanded at the sensation of drugs reaching his bloodstream, an adrenaline rush traveling his body as he looked your way.

Your tight skirt had risen, revealing the creamy flesh of your ass. This didn’t go unnoticed by the pair of Kooks, who were now enticed by your provocative display.

Alongside your skirt, the flimsy top you wore had slipped lower, allowing them to see your cleavage line. Your boyfriend’s hands grew impatient, positioning themselves on your meaty hips; he greedily squeezed down, earning a soft mewl from you.

Soon, his rough touch explored further, finding your barely covered butt in the process. Rafe kneaded your buttocks as if they were some type of dough, leaving red marks on your skin.

The vicious movements made your clothes look skimpier, flashing a quick look to your lacy underwear. A brief sight of the black fabric was enough to make both Kooks fidget on their seats.

The shorter blond scoffed in restaintment as he observed the eagerness in which you responded to his friend’s contact. Sweet moans were quickly ripped out of your throat once Rafe bucked his pelvis up, encouraging you to grind on his lap.

Your skirt rubbed against his expensive shorts, creating a pleasurable friction. Feeling bolder than ever, you rose from his chest.

Your doe eyes connect with his sharp ones, noticing how they've turned into a darker shade. There’s a spark in them, the kind of spark that makes your legs shake and your stomach turn.

The tension breaks when the blond goes for another heated kiss. The movement of his jaw is syntonized by his calloused palm, which sneaks under your bra -searching for the warmth of your bare perky mounds-.

Decorum is the last thing on your mind as the Cameron boy twists your hard nipple under his cruel digits. He finds your sounds cute, eating all of them with his unrelentless mouth.

Kelce and Topper both discover how hard it is to remain stoic at the lascivious sight of your vulnerable state -legs spread at each side of Rafe’s thigh as you continue to thrust onto his growing bulge-.

Holding in a groan takes every single ounce of self-control from the Kooks as your boyfriend’s free hand decides to cup your core -open palm patting the puffy entrance with enthusiasm-.

The hit sends small spasms all over your body, causing you to pull back from the overwhelming sensation. Your lips are forced apart from his, inhaling heavily as you try to regain some posture.

The blond doesn’t appreciate the fingers creeping on his torso -sweaty palm trying to put some distance in between your bodies-.

“Wait-“ The rest of your sentence gets stuck in your throat. Rafe’s digits manage to slip your panties to the side, rubbing his pad in between your wet folds.

Excitement gets tinted with embarrassment and you can’t help but try to close your legs.

Your boyfriend makes a disapproving noise, forcing your thighs apart with his own knee.

The coldness of his ring bruises your cunt, soaking it some more when it’s slowly introduced into your warm walls.

“That’s a pretty hole” Kelce’s voice sounds distorted, so far from his usual boyish tone. You cringe at the stretch of another finger, this time your whines are lost under Topper’s airy curses.

You finally dare to look up, a lump forming on your stomach as you see them gripping the growing tents on each of their pants.

“What do you say, sweetie?…Do we put on a little show?” The Cameron boy asks in a mocking tone, predatory grin on his face.

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vintagexherry · 8 months

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Child's Play [7]

Part 6 here

YandereBully!Miguel O'Hara x Reader

//Bullying, Fingering, Manipulation, Dubious consent, Threating, Bit of drama, Forced Intimacy.

A/N: I used google translate for the spanish so im sorry if theres mistakes.

Previously

He was suddenly snapped out of his thoughts when the car behind him started rapidly beeping.

He can't even get angry at the guy, cus who can blame him?

You really make him crazy for you.

"Y/N, get up, we're here" Miguel gently shook you awake.

You slowly stir up and open your eyes.

As you open your eyes, you quickly look at the window.

You expected to see Miguel's condo near school, but you're sure you're not expecting this.

From your view you see a luxurious Mediterranean house.

Potted plants surround the entrace, and green grass seems to be freshly mowed. The orange tinted lights seemed to give the house an even more homey feeling.

"Where....Where are we?"

Miguel didn't answer but simply unbuckled himself and went out of the car. As you unbuckled yourself, he quickly went to your side of the car and opened the door, lending a hand for you to take.

You hesitated a bit but relented. You got out of the car, albeit with difficulty due to your heels and dress, but you managed.

As Miguel pulled you up in front of him, he stared you down for a moment until his thumb started wiping off your tear stains and smudged makeup.

You winced from this touch but he didn't seem to mind it.

"Once we get there, behave."

You were about to ask why but he grabbed your hand and swiftly started walking down the stone pavement.

Both of you reached the front door and Miguel pressed the doorbell.

Almost instantly, a woman almost your height but seemed to be in her forties or fifteens opened the door.

Her face had a defined jaw and her body seemed fit for her age.

Just like Miguel.

No...It can't be.

"¿Miguel? ¡Oh, finalmente llegaste! Estuve a punto de tirar las empanadas." (Miguel? Oh, finally you came! I was about to throw away the empanadas.) The woman lightly scolded.

"Sí, sí mamá, lo siento, ¿vale?" (Yes, yes mama, Im sorry ok?)

Ohnononono

Miguel can't possibly just do this.

First, he forced you to leave Steven.

Now, he's gonna force you to meet his parents as if both of you have been dating for months.

"And you must be Y/N!" The woman suddenly beamed.

"I-Uh uhm..." You stuttered and glanced at Miguel, who only glared down at you, making you quickly look away.

"I...Um..N-Nice to meet you Mrs.O'Hara" You greeted back and felt relieved when Miguel's burning glare stopped.

Miguel's mom chuckled at your timid behaviour. "Aw dear, don't be shy! Well, come in now, we don't want the food to be cold." With that, she left the door open for the both of you to step in while she left to go back to the kitchen.

Miguel led you inside and crouched down to remove his shoes and replaced it with house slippers.

You were about to do the same, but Miguel beat you to it when he made you lift a leg and undo the straps of your heels.

"Wai-wait! Miguel! I can-"

"Shut up and let me do my work."

With that, he removed your heels and replaced it with guest house slippers. You admit you feel thankful for the flat flooring and soft surface of the slippers.

He dragged you further into the house but stopped midway.

"Listen." He said as he turned to face you.

"My mom could be nosey from time to time, so I suggest you behave yourself and follow my lead."

You gulp, is he gonna make you say things you don't want to say?

You wish you really could go back home.

As you pass by several family photos, you finally arrive in the dining area. Where you see Mrs. O'Hara putting plates,utensils and whatnot on the table.

Miguel led you to sit next to him, while his mom sits in front both of you.

You can admit the traditional Mexican food layed out on the table does seem appetizing, compared to the food in the prom venue, you remember you didn't really eat much.

"So..." Mrs.O'Hara started.

"How long have you been together? Im sure Miguel has mentioned your name for quite some time."Conchanta smiled at the memory.

Miguel has talked about you?

Bet he talked as if he hadn't made your life treacherous for several years.

Miguel glanced at you, signalling you to awnser her while he chews on his food.

"I uh..We've known each other since high school." You put up a weak smile hoping she would buy it.

Miguel exhaled through his nose and swallowed.

"High school sweethearts, I see." Conchanta smiled cheekily and turned to Miguel. "Miguel, ¿cómo es que no nos visitaba desde la secundaria?" (Miguel, how come she didn't visit us since high school?)

"Aún no estábamos muy preparados, mamá" (We weren't that much ready yet,mom)

"Ay, nonsense" Conchata chuckled.

You watch their light bickering until you hear meowing at you feet.

The three of you looked down to see an orange tabby cat, sniffing your leg and looking up to you, you can't help but giggle at it's cuteness.

"Oh, that's Lyla" Miguel introduced. "Don't let her cute looks fool you. She's snarky as a bi-" Miguel was then interrupted by her mom

"¡Oye! Cuida tu boca en la mesa." (Oi! Watch your mouth on the dinner table.) Chonchata snapped her fingers.

You laugh at the scenery in front of you, Miguel being scolded. Who would've thought.

Miguel watched you laugh, and he could have swore you actually like being here, with his family. Even with slight smudged makeup, you still look like a delight to see.

Conchanta seemed content with your laughter, happy to see you lighten up since you came here all shy.

Lyla, on the other hand, took this opportunity to jump on your lap, slightly startling you.

"Oh!" You were surprised she warmed up to you quickly.

Lyla started sniffing on you further but didn't go far when Miguel carried Lyla off of you and dropped her to the floor where she landed on her feet.

Lyla hissed at him for his actions.

"Told you. Snarky."

You can't hold back your small smile from forming.

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"....Then I told him if he doesn't stop, I'll get the chanclas." Conchanta said while laughing.

You can't help but laugh too.

Dinner finished without any problems. Thankfully, Conchanta didn't ask questions about your "relationship" and just supplied you with stories about Miguel during his childhood.

Right now, both of you were washing the dishes while Miguel went upstairs to prepare something.

Conchanta insisted that it was fine, but you relented, since it is the least you could do after she made your stomach full and head clearer.

As you wipe the last plate and Conchanta wiped her hands on the kitchen towel, Miguel finally went downstairs, wearing basketball shorts and a t-shirt, Lyla following behind him.

"Room's ready." Was the only thing Miguel said while he looked at you.

You looked back confused until Conchanta speaked.

"Perfect! We were just finished with the dishes, I already told Miguel to prepare extra clothes for you in the room."

You froze for a second.

Your......Sleeping here?

"Wh-wait, It's really okay, you already done enough for me ma'am I really shouldn't plus I stilll need to unpack my dorm and-" You tried reasoning, hoping to change her mind but it was fruitless.

"Nonsense, mija! Miguel told me everything about your visit, and you can just pack your dorm by tomorrow. Now go up. You've done enough already." Conchanta said while she pushed you forward to Miguel, who wrap an arm around your shoulder.

He planned this ahead?

You should've known.

After both of you bid Conchanta goodnight, you both head upstairs.

You were expecting a guest room, but instead, you would lead to a room full of childhood figurines and a large bed.

Miguel's room.

This night just gets worse and worse-er.

Miguel led you inside, and you hear the door lock behind, which made you want to cry but you held it in.

"I-I uh..." You tried filling the silence, but you can't say anything since Miguel hugged you from behind and deeply inhale and groaned.

You flinched from his touch but he doesn't seem to care.

After a few seconds, he let you go and turned you around to face him.

"You behaved well tonight." He noted while looking down at you with a smile.

You didn't return it, too tired from today.

"Not like I had a choice..." You said weakly and Miguel smiled widen a bit.

"That, you didn't. Well it's getting late, and like you said, we still need to unpack your dorm tomorrow."

With that, he made you turn around until your back is facing him, and he wasted no time unzipping your dress.

You panicked.

"Wai-Wait! Miguel!" You tried moving away, but his grip is strong.

"Relax, Y/N, I don't bite." He teased as he moved your zipper downward.

"Mi-Miguel! Wait--" The grip on your shoulder suddenly tightened.

"I said," Miguel voice suddenly deepened, making you freeze. "Relax." His voice suddenly went back to normal.

You obeyed...again and again.

The fear of what he could do with a snap of a finger always frightened you.

You held the front of your dress when you felt it loosen greatly.

You thank the gods that Miguel let you dress up on your own in the bathroom.

Within locking the doors, the floodgates opened and out your tears, and out the stress you held in the whole night.

You silently cried while you undress yourself.

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Miguel hears the bathroom opened and out you appeared wearing a long white and lacey sleepdress with butterfly styled sleeves.

He can admit he should give credits to his mom for picking that dress.

It may be loose sleepwear but it still accentuates specific curves like your chest.

You notice his gaze and you can't help but shy away.

"Um...I.." You can't make out any words and you didn't need too since Miguel patted the space beside him, signalling you to lie down.

You gulp and followed his orders.

As you layed down, you turned away from him but he only took that as a chance to hug you from behind.

Your shoulders tensed.

He chuckled.

"You never learn how to relax hm?"

You don't know what to say.

What else is there to say?

Does he want you to go, Oh im sorry lemme relax sure.

Before you could respond, you feel a hand sliding down you leg.

"M-Miguel?" You tried shifting but he held you down.

"Shhh"

His hand proceeds to lift a side of the sleepwear.

You panicked.

"Mi-Miguel...Please...Don't"

How come this man still finds the energy to do things like this?

"Shhh Mi vida...Im helping you relax"

He lifts the sleepwear till the hemline of your underwear.

Now you're really panicking.

"Miguel please...Listen I-Oh!"

He shut you up when his hands started palming your area. Succesfully rubbing over your clit.

"Oh...Oh Mhm!" You couldn't help the sounds, nor the slick coming out.

As much as Miguel wants to hear you, he can't risk letting his own mom hear you too.

With that he covered your mouth with his hand and continued rubbing you.

You let out whimpers through his mouth. You body tired yet electrified with the feeling of somebody's touch for the first time other than your own.

While he continues his actions, the feeling your underwear being soaked did things to his own regions.

He pulled your back closer to him letting you feel his hardness.

You, of course felt it and tried moving away but he held you tighter to him.

You legs began to shake more and more and before you could reach your climax he stopped.

"Mhmm" You whimpered behind your still covered mouth.

"MmmHm!" Suddenly your underwear being torn apart.

"Miguel! No-" But once again you were silent when fingers went between your wet slit and aimed for your clit.

"AH!" you squealed behind his hand.

"Shit....Your wet..fuck..." he whispered to your ear as he continued rubbing you more and more.

You hated this.

Hate how he touches you.

Hate how he controls you.

Hate how you enjoy it.

You felt his boner rubbing at your back but you couldn't careless when he slipped one finger inside you and started thrusting in a slow pace.

"Fuck...Bet you're so relax hm?"

You couldn't say anything but moan and whimper behind his hand.

The stretch of his fingers feel foreign to you, but oh so electrifying when he curls his finger expertly with percision, pressing a spot that makes you see stars.

"You like that? Oh I bet you do, look how wet you are." His whispers sound deeper now as hs rubs agaist your backside even more.

You legs starts to shake once again and your hips try to match his fingers. Tears start to well up from the stimulation your feeling and before you know it, Your vision is filled with white and your body shook from the orgasm.

It seemed like Miguel reached his too since both of you tried catching your breaths.

His hands finally let go of your mouth.

You body is still shaking from the feeling, not registering that Miguel lifted his finger and started sucking on it.

You didn't notice until he told you so.

"Mmmm, you taste better than I imagine."

You didn't care anymore.

Your tired body slowly succumbs to sleep while Miguel once again hugged you against him. With that you both fell asleep.

#atsv miguel #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderverse #miguel x reader #miguel spiderman #miguel x you #spiderman 2099 #tw yandere #tw yancore #tw bullying #miguel smut #smut #tw dubious consent #sexy content #across the spiderverse

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chikaras-garden · 1 year

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Mind Games

Kenma takes control of your pleasure as punishment.

Pairing: dom!Kemna x sub!fem!reader

Words: 1.2k

Contains: discipline/punishment, use of toys (it’s just a vibrator), blindfolds, there’s a threat of public sex and dubcon that isn’t actually followed through on, orgasm control, orgasm denial, mild degradation, R is called “whore” and “slut”

Notes: 18+ or you’ll be blocked. Requested by anon. Honestly this one’s a little bit of a mindfuck and I’m kind of sorry.

The telltale sounds of Kenma’s current favorite game fill the room. The soft music, pings, and chimes all sound louder while you’re blindfolded, your ears compensating for your lack of sight. You bite your lip, fidgeting in the position your boyfriend left you in. Then, you whimper, “Are you streaming?”

There’s a pause. Then, a quiet “hm,” a sound as if you startled him, as if he wasn’t paying attention to you at all until now.

“I wonder,” is the answer you receive. You let out a shuddering breath in response to the smirk you hear in his voice.

Your relationship has rules, boundaries, lines not meant to be crossed. All actions have clear consequences, all of which mutually agreed upon by yourself and Kenma.

He likes when you’re in bed before he’s done streaming. Knowing that he stays up too late, he doesn’t want the same for you; it’s his way of protecting you, of caring for you. Problem is, you have a similar difficulty when it comes to taking care of yourself.

You stayed up later than he did. You were tired the next day. That alone was the consequence for not getting enough sleep. The blindfold, the punishing position on your knees, and the vibrator tucked between your already-puffy folds are the consequence for breaking one of your relationship’s rules.

As per the agreement.

“Can they…” you trail off, words making your tongue feel clumsy, like a stumbling baby deer, “...hear it?”

There’s a soft click that you recognize: the sound of his microphone switching off.

“The vibrator?” he asks, as if he’s asking what’s for dinner. “Oh, no. They couldn’t hear that.”

Then, there’s a chime from Kenma’s screen: He leveled up, and you hear a soft chuckle of pride rumble from his chest. At the same time, though, the vibration pattern switches. Kenma’s in complete control, removing his hand from his game’s controller for a split second to dance his fingers over the app on his phone that’s connected to the sleek black bullet nestled between your thighs.

This pattern hums harder, faster, and knocks your breath right out of you. You suck in a breath through your teeth, clamping your jaw shut to keep a mewl from slipping out.

You almost double forward, pressing your lower belly into your thighs. Squeezing your eyes shut, you rock on your legs in time with the new rhythm. WIth a gasp, you feel the vibration start to consume you, pleasure building so rapidly that your clit starts to ache.

“Ken,” you gasp, “can I please come?”

He doesn’t verbalize an answer, but the lethargic clicks and taps of his controller are all the reply you need. The game taunts you: no, you can’t come. Not yet. Not now. You groan in response, but the pitiful sound is drowned by the triumphant chime of a turn-based battle just won.

There’s the click again. Your breath hitches, both from the vibration pattern pulsing inside you and from the thought that his followers might hear you writhing. How many people watch his streams on a daily basis? You know he has millions of followers, but some of them are surely bots—how many are real? How many real people are online, right now, listening to your boyfriend stream while you’re getting fucked in the background?

You roll your hips forward in time with the vibrator while its pattern takes over your heartbeat. It’s consuming you, and you close your eyes while you think of what his viewers must be thinking right now.

Do they think you’re a filthy whore? Too insatiable to wait for Kenma’s stream to end, so you had to get fucked like this? Are they getting off on this, too?

If only they knew what the sensation of being heard-but-not-seen was doing to you right now, how dwelling on what they must think of you makes you gush around expensive silicone. If only they knew that thinking of you as nothing more than Kenma’s brainless slut pushes you closer, closer to the peak of your orgasm.

“Kenma,” you whine, slurring the syllables together as tears prick the back of your eyes. “Please?”

You hear him chuckle, tap-tap-tapping away at something on his computer. Your heart begins to race—something on stream? Chatting with his mods? Do they know what he’s doing to you?

“She thinks she should come,” he muses. Your stomach twists and blood rushes to your core. Those words aren’t for you; they’re about you, mocking you, making it perfectly clear to whoever’s listening that you’re a soaking mess for him.

You hold in a moan. How many people could it be? Thousands? Tens of thousands?

Without warning, the vibration pattern switches again. Now, it pulses like a heartbeat, never quite dropping to zero, but quickly ramping up to a speed that makes you see stars behind the black of the blindfold.

Each pulse of its fullest intensity makes you gasp. You can’t get your bearings with this pattern; instead, you’re at its mercy, rocking erratically into the cushion beneath your knees. There’s a sound of swords clashing rapidly, somewhere in the distance, but as your mind turns to mush, you can’t focus on anything other than “come,” “come now.”

Kenma levels up again. Like you, he’s grinding, relentlessly pursuing the high of success, of release from whatever’s holding you back—be it a low level or a building orgasm.

Your clit throbs, sending shivers up and down your spine. You double over as a moan bursts free from your lips, and you don’t care. You don’t care who hears you or how many of them there are; all you can think about is how good and perfect and full your pussy feels.

And how good and perfect it feels for the whole world to know you belong to Kenma.

Your hands fall flat on the sheets and ball the fabric up in desperately tight fists. You’re sweating, writhing, moaning like a cat in heat, and finally, finally—you come.

White-hot pleasure takes over you. Face-down on the bed, you’re drooling and whimpering into the sheets. What don’t notice is the way the mattress dips, the soft hand tracing your spine, or the way the vibration finally stops—until the blindfold is suddenly taken off of your eyes.

Kenma.

“Hey,” he murmurs after your eyes blink into focus. Your gaze flicks over his shoulder, to the monitor atop his desk. The game is paused and—most importantly—you don’t see his stream’s overlay.

“You weren’t streaming,” you murmur, delirious.

Kenma makes an affirmative noise before he cradles your head in one delicate palm, then brings you in close, so your head can rest on his shoulder.

“As if I’d want to share you? No way.” he scoffs. He won’t look at you, but the way he avoids your eyes gives you a perfect view of the red tips of his ears.

#haikyuu smut #haikyuu x you smut #haikyuu x reader smut #kenma smut #kenma x you smut #kenma x reader smut #🌕— dark content.#cw dubcon #cw dubious consent #tw dubcon #tw dubious consent #kenma x you #kenma x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x reader #🌸— mine.#🌸— kenma.

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inkblot22 · 17 days

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What's Worse?

I finally finished this. This unpostable thing. It's done and even if it's bad, I do not care. In the end, it ended up being 4k words and I'm okay with this. Header by @/cafekitsune

Who is this fic for? I tried to keep this one very neutral despite the many references to body parts, so anyone who can handle it is free to read! Keep in mind that pronouns such as you and they are used to refer to the reader. The reader is human and does have hair.

TW for coercion, noncon, dubcon, allusions to a physically and emotionally abusive dynamic, captivity, everyone is at least a little bit untrustworthy in this, mentions of the smell of blood, beastman-specific oddities and anatomy, violent and morbid similes. Just in case, I'd like to say that this is DEAD DOVE, DO NOT EAT. A lot of the stuff is more so implied than explicitly stated, but it's still there.

The day he moved up a grade and began his “internship” is the same day he took you with him. Sure, Grim came along, but you’re often so busy, or he’s often so busy, either way. So you haven’t seen your familiar in months, and your life is filled with Leona.

You don’t know why he did this, but the first night you were there, he tapped your uvula with his fingers as he orally serviced you so feverishly that you left teeth indent bruises on his knuckles from biting down so hard as you tried not to be loud. He wore them like jewelry, and you know his brother saw them. Everyone at the table knew what happened, because, according to Leona, no matter how often you shower, the way you smell will always give you away.

That was a little over six months ago. As far as captivity goes, it’s rather cushy. You stay within the confines of the Afterglow Savannah’s palace. Sometimes Leona gets a bit aggressive and you take it, but you’re fed, clothed, and possibly pampered. It could be worse. It could be far worse. You could be in the dungeons.

You actually don’t know if this place has a dungeon, come to think of it. The last time you asked Leona, he asked you if there was an issue with the room you shared with him. When you tried to explain why you asked, he called you a “dumb herbivore” in a very fond tone of voice, then fell asleep. You didn’t try asking again.

It didn’t stop you from wandering. As it turns out, the Afterglow is mostly populated by beastmen… beastpeople? Aren’t all people beasts? Whatever, the point is, you’re basically the only person in the palace with muted senses. You often think back to Rook, wondering how he trained himself to use his senses so well. You tried to practice once, but Leona caught you hiding a ball and chucked the thing out the window, telling you to find something better to do with your “skills.” You sure used one of your senses, at least.

Unfortunately, these “muted” senses, despite them being completely sensible for your human state of being, have led to some issues. For instance, when someone approaches you, you don’t notice until they’re within your field of awareness. Beyond that, according to Leona, Farena, Cheka, and Farena’s wife, you also tend to just reek of blood.

You have no idea why, and you’ve never noticed this before. You get out of the shower, having scrubbed hard enough to rid yourself of any dirt but not enough to create micro-abrasions on your skin, and Leona still complains about it. You play fight with Cheka, gentle enough that neither of you gets harmed and he’s giggly, and he pauses his mirth and wrinkles his little nose before asking if you got hurt. Zuri, Farena’s wife, regularly would stop you whenever she saw you, her eyes wide as she asked you if everything was okay. The palace staff didn’t say anything, but they’d constantly be re-filling your first-aid kit, one that was “gifted” to you and one that the staff and Kifaji (despite him being human like you, or maybe just not obviously a beastman) insisted that you carry at all times.

But out of all of them, Farena was the worst. If you were in Cheka’s nursery, even just seconds after the kid fell asleep, Farena would pop out of nowhere. If you lingered a bit too long in the kitchen or hallways, anywhere too far from Leona’s wing, he’d approach with a smile, his arms spread wide. If you came to the dining hall without Leona’ his glowing brown eyes would find you, the intensity akin to a sudden knife wound. His persistence in being around you was all blanketed by his uncomfortable implications when he spoke to you.

Even so, you happened to somehow get lost. The hallways are sort of color-coded, but you’ve passed this same hallway several times, enough for you to be okay with admitting that you’ve been walking in a circle for the past twenty minutes. And, much like the devil, as soon as you thought that if you were there any longer, a certain lion-man would appear, Farena popped up and scooped you into a hearty hug as greeting, your feet coming off the floor.

“Leona’s partner!” He never calls you by name. It’s always just that. You are Leona’s partner, not your own person, you guess, “I knew I’d find you eventually.”

“Yes. Hello, your highness.” You wheezed as he placed you back on the floor.

“Oh, you’re so prickly, just like my baby brother. You two are a perfect match- he does like a bit of bite.”

You rarely knew how to respond to him, so you often didn’t. You just stared at him, like a total moron, but he continued talking like you aren’t giving him the most anserine of looks- a word he has used to describe you before, basically to your face.

“I’ve heard that you forgot your first aid kit. We don’t need you tripping and scratching yourself on Leona’s dresser again, and not with an inability to heal yourself.” He never gave you time to answer, “Of course, I know you aren’t magic, but those of you without it have made some wonderful inventions to make up for that.”

“Oh. Yeah, I just left for, like, two seconds so I could return something to the kitchen.”

He nodded, thoughtful, still smiling, “Well, did you hit your head? You’ve been walking in a circle, and you didn’t even stop to say hi to me.”

“No. I, uh.” You cast your gaze down the hallway closest to you, then looked back at Farena, “I am a bit lost. I guess someone else is usually with me when I’m wandering around.”

Leona is not the only person in his family with a cunning streak. You are marginally aware of this, and when Farena’s eyes narrowed, you sucked in a breath.

“Hmm. You’re right, Leona’s partner. It is rather strange not to see you by my baby brother’s side.”

It struck you multiple times in the past that the amount of times you bumped into Farena couldn’t possibly be a coincidence. He’s a king, so why was he never ruling or whatever kings did all day? It was incredibly strange, and you made the same subtle discomforted motions like clockwork. He usually pretended not to notice whatsoever.

His grin was always too bright. You did prefer Leona’s smirk, “Very well. It looks like I’ll need to escort you back to Leona’s quarters, won’t I?”

“Uh. I mean, if you’re not busy.”

“You’re such a mousy thing. Come,” He offered you his arm.

You took it, and true to his word, he led you back to Leona’s wing, then straight up to the door. He knocked, and you ducked out of his arm to cautiously open the door. Leona strolled out of the bathroom, hair and skin wet, his eyes not even skimming over you before they flashed to his brother, who strolled in as though he owned the place. Maybe he did. Who owns a palace if not the king?

“Ah, Leona! I found your partner, wandering the halls like a lost lamb.”

As soon as the words process in Leona’s mind, his green eyes are sliding to pin you down. Your limbs feel like lead, and you don’t move or emote, lest he strike. He’s like a snake when he’s like this, which is ironic. Perhaps it’s not ironic, and just comedic. Who knows?

Regardless, Farena keeps talking, “And I missed you at lunch! What a shame. They had your favorite, you know. Meat! And lots of it. Don’t you ever get hungry, being in here all the time?”

If not for everyone talking about the way your skin smells, that comment could have been written off entirely. It didn’t feel great, being indirectly told that you smell like fresh meat, and Leona wasn’t helping much.

“Mmm. No. I don’t like my meat that rare.” Leona grumbles, taking a seat on his bed and waving you over. “Hey, c’mere and braid my hair.”

What was worse? Being told you smell delicious or being told you didn’t smell delicious enough? It was one of those things. You cautiously tied off his braids, capping both of them in beads that Cheka had gifted you. His hair was wet, clinging to his skin as desperately as the water did. You caught yourself watching a drop sliding over Leona’s tattoo and hummed softly.

Farena was still talking. You didn’t hear the beginning, and you didn’t care about the end, so you completely tuned him out so you could finger detangle the rest of Leona’s wet hair. While you were ignoring Farena, you were pointedly all too aware of Leona’s sounds of pleasure. It took you a while to get used to it. You were a primate, and he was a lion. More lion than ape. He snorted and rumbled, huffed and chuffed, his face twisted in a scowl.

“Ah, what a shame. I’ll have to speak to you later, Leona. Perhaps you could talk about those plans with Zuri. I’m sure she’d love to listen.” You tuned back in as Farena turned to the door, opening it before remembering himself and waving at you, “Bye bye, Leona’s partner!”

When he was gone, almost as soon as the door was closed, Leona twisted his torso to grab you around the waist and pull you into one of his kisses. You read somewhere that the reason men kiss so… wetly is so they can mark their partner. It makes more sense if they just didn’t want to kiss with dry lips, but you’re no kissing expert. Leona is not an exception to this, you supposed. He always licked his lips before pressing them against yours, slicked with his saliva and often accompanied by a quiet, barely perceptible growl.

His kisses were dizzying. Possibly because it was difficult to breathe while kissing someone, and possibly because you were usually held in a crushing vice whenever he kissed you. Your poor ribcage had been squeezed many times.

And just as soon as it started, he dropped you unceremoniously and stood up, walking past your sprawled body on his floor, “We’ve got some big dinner to get to. Get dressed.”

You scrambled to your feet, “Big dinner?”

“Mhm. It’s some official’s birthday. I can’t be bothered to remember who.”

That made enough sense. In the time you’d been here, you’d learned pretty quickly that it wasn’t exactly worth it to go out of your way to be remembered positively by everyone, especially not since you were… with Leona. In all the time you’d been here, you’d never been sure about what the nature of your relationship with him was, either. Asking would get you some kind of snarky or irritated answer, and not asking but thinking about it made it hard to focus on anything else, so you didn’t think about it.

“Oh. You see Grim today?” You asked while getting dressed in your own green and black dashiki, like a couple’s outfit in the matching pattern of Leona’s.

Like he always did, he stared for a moment before making a few small adjustments. It was funny, he couldn’t be bothered to care about his own appearance, and yet, when it came to you…

“Yeah, He’s good. Still working on the mage stuff.”

“Mmm. Okay. Thanks.” You mumbled, lifting your arms so Leona could look you over again, “What?”

“You stink like my brother. If we had time, I’d fix that, but…”

“What does he smell like?”

“Shouldn’t you be asking what I smell like?” He snapped, and you flinched. Sometimes his irritation came with physical indications, but heavier than the physical indications was the energy around him, “Forget it. Stay close to me tonight.”

You usually did. You hated parties here, but more than the parties themselves, you hated the strangers who came up to you and just said whatever. Last time, someone approached you and asked how big Leona’s wallet was for you to stick around. You’re learning to like nobility less, not that you particularly liked them before..

You’re tucked against Leona’s back for the entirety of the evening. He’s like a ward. People see him and walk the opposite direction unless they’re drunk or stupid, and those types are in short supply at the beginning of the night. Unfortunately, by the middle of the night, amongst sips of his drinks and nibbles of various finger foods, you felt exhausted and Leona was straight up pissed.

You wondered why for a bit too long. You barely even realized when you ended up back in his room, outside on his balcony. He was stewing, pouting like a toddler. You unstuck yourself from his side and sat in one of the chairs.

“Mmm.” He grumbled. He often did this, putting a noise to his emotion, but no words to explain himself. You’d wised up and figured out early on that it was best not to approach him for this type of thing, “Hey, runt.”

Uh oh. He tended to use that nickname before he did something foul to you. You squirmed in your chair and flinched as he turned around and yanked his shirt over his head. His pants went next. Leona didn’t bother with underwear.

“C’mere. What are you hidin’ in the corner for?” He mumbles, “We’ve got time now.”

Your uh oh gets multiplied. It’s not that you aren’t attracted to Leona, or that you’re not in the mood. It’s not that you’re terrified of him, not that you’re confused by his awkward libido. It’s that you honestly don’t know what he sees in you, sprinkled with a bit of relationship insecurity. You’re here because of him, you and Grim have a home because of him, but what’s going to happen when he gets bored with you?

He looks over his shoulder at you sharply, “What the hell are you doin’? I said c’mere.”

You swallowed and took a few steps forward, stripping as you walked. The night air makes your skin tingle with goosebumps, your nipples hardening and a shiver rattling through you. It’s a very strong possibility that these feelings have beset you based only on the fact that someone could look up from Zuri’s garden and see you and Leona, both naked on his balcony.

When you’re standing in front of him, he just stares, one of his hands ever so gently stroking himself. You think it’s funny, the phrase “playing with yourself,” because that is what it is. His fingers softly paw at his heavy balls, gliding up the base of his shaft to tweak the head of his cock under his foreskin. He doesn’t break his gaze on you to look at himself. The hand that is not busy with himself reaches out to grab your waist, just above the start of your hip, and yank you closer.

He’s not gentle. Not really. You know he has the capacity to be gentle, but he doesn’t really seem to care. In the past, when you’ve pleaded with him to be gentle, he’s told you that he would treat you like glass if he thought you were made of it, but since he’s seen you suffer worse (what is worse?) he doesn’t see the point in bothering. That doesn’t change the fact that his touch often hurts. Now is not an exception, and you make your displeasure clear with a soft noise of discomfort.

“Shhh. You wanna tell me what happened earlier?” Leona mumbles, pressing his face against the skin on your stomach, taking a deep breath and letting out a sigh.

You absolutely hate it when he smells you like this, but that’s not important right now, “Wh-what?”

“With Farena. You looked freaked out.” Leona ever so lightly kisses the pit of your bellybutton, “He do anything to you?”

You’re not a fan of Leona acting like this. While it seems like he cares, you know from past experience that he’s typically, if not always, on the brink of a jealous meltdown. His jealous meltdowns almost always end with you sitting alone in the bathroom, tending to your own wounds as he sleeps like a kid who just threw a tantrum. So you decide to give a simple answer before distracting him, at least for a moment.

You scratch the nape of his neck, since he doesn’t like you touching his ears, “He was just his usual off-putting self. Nothing else.”

Leona grunts and looks up at you, so you take your chance. You lean down, sitting on your knees, and press a mock-reverent kiss to Leona’s thigh. He’s surprisingly hairless, for someone who is more lion than ape. You suppose the same could be said for yourself, as someone who is more ape than lion.

Leona’s unimpressed face slants into a smirk, and his hand that was previously fondling his genitals slides to cup your cheek, fingertips rubbing behind your ear.

Now that it’s right in front of your face, you wish that you hadn’t decided that this was the best option for distraction. You think maybe anything would be better than catching those barbs in the back of your throat. The little softly-curved nubs circling the base of the head of Leona’s cock flare out a bit, resembling one of those Elizabethan ruffs, tattered by the passage of time and reduced to the skeleton. They aren’t sharp, not truly, but they’re uncomfortable, especially when you forget that the more worked up Leona gets, the further they poke out and the harsher they feel. It’s similar to someone’s very carefully blunted fingernail and fingertip rubbing against your cheeks.

You try to suck up your carefully hidden disgust and press a soft kiss to the very tip of Leona’s dick, wetting your lips with his salty pre. Surprisingly, he doesn’t taste bad. You would think that his skin, his cum, would taste bitter and harsh, but it’s not the worst thing you’ve ever tasted. Perhaps that’s a silver lining in this wicked situation.

Regardless, a quiet grumble from him makes you snap back into the reality of where you are, and you figure you may as well get to work. You slide your lips down to his base, wincing as the spongy head of his member punches the back of your throat and his hand slides back to grip your nape.

“You trying to bore me to death, runt? You know I hate this teasing shit.”

That’s right. He absolutely loathes it. You bob your head a little more expeditiously, trying to ignore the slick mixture of drool and pre that is escaping from the corners of your lips and the ever-increasing strength of Leona’s thrusts against your face.

Despite your senses being the most dull in the palace, you can sort of hear the festivities downstairs, and Leona chuckles, standing with your head still cradled in his hand so he can actually start thrusting. It always begins with you trying to set a gentle pace and it always quickly dissolves into chaos. He’s lazy, but if he’s anything more than lazy, it’s a shameless pleasure chaser. You would think that you would have learned by now.

“You can’t hear them. They’re not at all concerned with me, they’re wondering where you went off to. But everyone knows that you belong to me, so they should know that you’re with me.” Leona mumbles.

You gag, his dickhead wetly popping against the back of your throat as the fluids in your mouth froth with the speed of his motions, gooey trails roping down to cling to your cheeks and collarbones, connecting to Leona’s shifting hips. At least he doesn’t stink today.

A bug lands on your shoulder and flits away as you choke on Leona as he shoves his cock down your throat. Maybe you should feel a bit more grateful that this is happening partially outside, and that way you can have constant reminders that you’re still alive and not in some form of purgatory, serving time for your very minor moments of humanity when you were alive.

Leona snarls, “You’re just so cute, with those lips wrapped around me. I wonder if my brother would keep flirting with you if he knew that you were like this in private.”

The implications of that statement are absolutely lost on you. You’re aware that Leona knows how you feel about your current life to a degree, but he doesn’t give a damn about your emotions. Whatever he’s talking about is absolutely just him babbling out some sex-addled nonsense. As the barbs scrape against your uvula, you gag and try to push his hips away so you can catch your breath for a second.

He doesn’t let up. Sweat is sliding over his skin, beading into crystal pearls and sliding down to flavor the skin in your mouth with their salt. If you don’t puke from his roughness, you’re going to puke from ingesting so much sodium. His smirk grows and his fingers massage the base of your head as if he isn’t pounding into your throat.

“Aw… too much? Maybe if you were a bit more active, I’d be done a bit sooner.” He coos.

You don’t fully hate Leona. He has given you somewhere to stay, food to eat, clothes to wear, for both you and Grim, but whenever he gets like this, taunting you even though he’s using you like a cheap sleeve, you feel an indescribable, hopeless anger. Regardless, you bring one of your hands up to the copious amounts of drool and pre and sweat that are covering your skin, collecting the goop on your fingers. You cup his ass with your non-gooey hand and spread that cheek, plunging a finger into his asshole and aimlessly crooking your finger.

His hips spasm, his hand fists into your hair and he lets out a low grumble, “Rrr.”

You slowly ease your other gooey finger into his ass and hope that he will cum soon so you can catch your breath. You need a shower, and he’s probably going to just go to bed after this. You’re more tired than he is, and you’re actually beginning to think that you both might be a bit tipsy. You need this to end, and you need it to end soon.

Your prayers are answered. You feel his cock bob in the back of your throat, the glans tapping that soft spot that makes you feel it in the back of your nose, and he yanks your head back, your lips releasing him with a somewhat loud pop.

His cum is hotter than it has any right being. You suppose since he runs hot, it’s not that shocking, but you’re also aware that the whole reason that the balls are not an internal thing is because the human body is way too hot for sperm to live for long periods of time inside of the body. This information is irrelevant, however, because Leona has just made the mess on your skin that much worse. You sigh as he lets go of you, flopping back into his chair and gesturing to his cock again.

“Can you clean me up before you go running off?”

You’d love to tell him no, to ask him to shove it, but you grunt your acquiescence and tongue-clean his messy skin, as if you aren’t covered in more slime than he is. Once done, you stand up and gather your clothes, placing them in the laundry bin in the bathroom and getting in the shower.

You scrub a little harder than usual, but not hard enough to break skin, not even enough to create micro-abrasions. Once out, you throw on one of Leona’s gaudy yellow tees and take a seat on the bed. He’s already curled up under the covers, but the soft tapping of his tail lets you know that he isn’t sleeping. You slide under the covers yourself and Leona rolls over, pulling your back into his chest.

“Hey.” He mumbles into your hair, “You stink like a fresh kill.”

What’s worse? Smelling like blood in a den of predators or being in the den of predators to begin with?

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konigsblog · 1 month

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cw: stepcest, non-con, forced impregnation, somnophilia — dead dove: do not eat. 18+ 🔞

i hate waking up from a nap with a headache (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)...

instead, it got me thinking about stepbro-könig and somnophilia. i know for a fact, that könig's search history is full of stepcest porn and filthy pornos, those cliché porn videos where someone is stuck in a tight area, vulnerable and defenceless against everything, with titles relating to a perverted and corrupted step sibling.

könig feels gross and ashamed getting off to the thought of his stepsister in such provocative ways — he knows he should protect you and think of you in appropriate ways, but he can't stand watching you come home from a college party with hickeys all down your body, he needs you for himself...

but fuck, he's insatiable for you and can't help himself. his heavy, weeping dick begins to grow and throb and twitch whilst held firmly in his large hand, weeping fat globs of his hot semen, running down his calloused fingertips.

at some point, könig decides to take the next step, deciding to re-enact his disgusting desires, sinking deeper inside your swollen, glistening folds whilst you're sleeping silently, your peacefulness interrupted by your depraved, selfish stepbrother. könig's thrusts are slow and sloppy, fucking his meaty dick deeper into your dripping folds. he can hear the sounds of your quiet mewls and little moans, panting, heaving and squirming beneath him as he uses your body for his own pleasure and depravity.

i mean, it's almost expected that könig would probably record this to get off to. or maybe, you'd find yourself posted onto a porn website, completely unaware of his disgusting, dark fantasies and behaviour.

fuck, he will even contemplate knocking you up so that you don't really have a choice — so that people don't look at you perversely, like you're nothing but a plaything. you have no clue who impregnated you, or how this even happened, and you're distraught — you haven't had sex with anyone, or at least to your knowledge !!

oh, your poor, little thing... although, you begin to get suspicious when you realise your newborn, chubby baby looks scarily similar to your stepbrother, or how könig takes a fatherly approach to your baby, cradling him as if he was his own.

you feel sick to your stomach at the realisation. someone you thought would never put you in harm's way, someone who you thought would protect you for an eternity... :(

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diejager · 3 months

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It got deleted again 😂

Thoughts on dark childhood best friend!Johnny! Cw: DARKFIC, DUB-CON/NON-CON, thigh fucking, somnophilia, tell me if I missed any.

He’s always been a bit touchy since you were kids, holding your hand, hugging you, kissing your cheek or even pressing himself against you whenever he could. It had always been innocent as kids, some kind of puppy-love that you were willing to give back, looking for him whenever you were out, eyes cued to look for the familiar blues that you came to love so much. You were neighbours, living right across from him in a quaint house, unbothered by many siblings that his mother kept popping out.

Your mother was sweet, letting him come by whenever he wanted to escape the hectic mess of his house, and you were the sweetest thing he’d ever known. You were so willing to act as his distraction, pulling him away from the chaos and into your safe haven : your room. It quickly became his room as much as it was yours, he spent so many nights sleeping in your room, sharing your bed with him, his arms wrapped around your hip and face nuzzled in your hair.

Once puberty rolled in, his voice deepening and facial hair growing, he started packing more weight and strength, his ego swelling with all the dopey eyes he received from girls his age and older, but they never strayed from you. He only had eyes for you, his best friend. They roved over your aging body, your breast swelling and hips becoming a dangerous temptation to him. He knew you looked at him as nothing but your best friend, the guy you grew up playing with and sharing happy moments, but he couldn’t stop the growing tent in his briefs when he jumped in bed with you at night.

He didn’t feel guilty about getting hard at the sight of you in shorts and an oversized t-shirt, it was natural, a reaction towards the opposite sex being so clearly comfortable with him. He became much more intimate with the placements of his hands, they would slip under your shirt, over the softness of your stomach and under your growing boobs. Despite your protest and sleepy grumble, he’d steal a touch of your pebbled nipples, round and hard before dipping down your waist and placing them a bit too high on your thighs to be considered platonic.

You complained but rarely retaliated because he reasoned with you that a lot of best friends were this touchy, grinding your ass when you were sleeping on your stomach, groping your softness while he panted and groaned, his cock leaking a wet patch on his pants. This was normal, he had rights to you that none other had because Johnny was your childhood best friend.

“One more, Bonnie,” he gasped, gazing at your lips, open and glistening with drool while you slept, unaware that he was rutting against your thigh, “A need one more, please.”

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ethereal-night-fairy · 7 days

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Broken Vows and Promises

Eventual Ghoap x Female Reader

Excitedly awaiting on the arrival of your boyfriend, you get yourself ready in the hopes of receiving a wedding proposal. But you didn't even make it out the door before your world comes crashing down. (This will be a dark fic read tags)

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

(pictures are for aesthetic purposes only)

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blueicequeen19 · 1 year

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Stuck

Warnings: NON-CON, public unprotected coerced sex, blackmail, threats of violence, dark unhinged Rafe, innocence kink, crying kink, choking, loss of V

I open the door to the restroom and stumble backwards as Rafe Cameron pushes his way in, locking the door behind him. I retreat until my back hits the wall of the small room and Rafe cages me in between the wall and sink. I shrink away. I don’t know him but I’ve heard things. None of them good. I know JJ and his friends hate him. So what did he want with me? And who knew someone wearing a pink polo could look so terrifying?

"Your little crush stole something from me so I'm going to steal something from him." Rafe snarls, leaning down so our noses almost touch. I can smell his minty cologne and the alcohol on his breath. I hiccup a sob and he smirks, biting his lip.

"You can cry all you want. I like it." To prove his point he pushes his huge erection against my stomach. JJ had never touched me like this. He was always so sweet and gentle. I gasp when Rafe yanks down the front of my dress and strapless bra, my skin burning under his intense gaze.

"These are nice. Small but nice." Rafe murmurs, cupping my left breast with his hand and rolling my hardened nipple between two fingers. My legs shake, threatening to give out. My body was on fire. I'd never felt like this before.

"Rafe, please." A single tear escapes my eyes and he smirks, leaning forward to collect the wetness with his tongue. I flinch but he only smiles at my discomfort.

"We can do this the easy way or the hard way." His voice is a throaty growl and I shudder in his hold.

"Please. JJ and I aren't even together." I cry but he shakes his head, pinching my nipple until I'm whimpering and throbbing.

"No but I see the way he looks at you. He might not be fucking you but he wants you." I stare up at him with wide eyes. Everything with JJ was new, harmless. He was funny and obnoxious and let me move at my own pace. We agreed not to rush things. I just thought that meant he didn't want me like that and I couldn't get past my own nerves to ask for more.

"Didn't know that, did you? That's too bad. He could've had you first if you'd been braver. He's a nice guy but I'm not." Rafe moves his hand to my throat, holding me in place as he lowers his mouth to mine. My body explodes as he kisses me hungrily, forcing his tongue in my mouth while continuing his assault on my nipple.

I’d never been kissed like this. So raw and demanding.

I feel boneless. I can't move or stop him.

And I don't think I want to.

Rafe pulls away, biting my bottom lip before releasing it as I fight to control my breathing. He stares at me and my mouth for a moment before ducking down and sucking my nipple into his mouth. I cry out loudly, clamping my own hand over my mouth as he sucks and bites, his hands keeping me pinned to the wall. My head falls back against the wall as my release hits me fast and I shudder violently, half tempted to rip out his hair as I soak my panties. He releases my nipple with a pop, looking mildly surprised as he straightens and takes in my disheveled state.

"Did you just fucking cum? From nipple play?" Rafe rasps. When I don't answer, his hand dives under my dress before I can stop him and he cups my sensitive sex. His eyes widen for a second then his expression darkens, his fingers pressing against my clit until I'm pushing at his chest for relief.

"Please, Rafe, just go." I press harder against his chest but he swats my hands away, pressing his body against mine. His lips find my neck and I collapse against him, unable to stand on my own. Chills erupt across my skin as he kisses and licks my neck, his hands tight on my waist.

"I bet this sweet little cunt is begging to get fucked right now." Rafe growls into my ear, sliding one hand up to grab my breast again. I arch into his touch, too desperate to care. His free hand slips behind me to grab my rear, squeezing it roughly before smacking it.

"I can't." I rasp, just as there's a knock on the door. I jump but Rafe ignores it, turning my mouth back to his for another soul sucking kiss.

"Fuck me or he goes to jail." Rafe breathes between kisses, pressing his erection harder into my stomach. Another knock. “Fuck. Me.”

"Rafe--."

"I have him on camera stealing a $30,000 watch. I will put him in jail until he's gray." Rafe growls, his hunger making him feral as his mouth moves down to my neck then my nipples. I push at his shoulders but only because I'm hurting too bad. My body was throbbing, desperate for more.

“I’d hate for your brother to find out about your little JJ obsession.” Rafe taunts.

"Not here." I breathe, just as he rips open his jeans and sits me out the cold counter top, tearing my white Cotten panties down to my ankles.

"I'm not waiting." His laps claim mine again just as something thick probes my entrance. I'm so wet that he starts to slide inside but he's too big. We both moan loudly as he grips my ass and brings me closer to the edge of the counter, trying to work his way inside.

“Fuck, you’re so wet and tight.” Rafe hisses.

"Rafe, it's too big." I whine, burying my face in his neck as I'm filled with a terrible burning between my legs.

"I just have to work my way in. Relax. That's just the head." He starts to move back and forth forcing pleasure to erupt all over my body and down to my toes. I plant my feet on the counter top, opening myself wider unintentionally and he takes the green light to push more inside me. I suck in a breath at the pain but his lips on my neck and shoulder send sparks throughout my body. I never knew it could feel like this.

My cries quickly turn to moans, my nails digging into his back as he keeps up his slow and steady pace.

"Come on, that's just half. You can take it. You act like you're a fucking virgin." Rafe growls into my neck before biting me hard. I squeal, yanking on his hair as he fucks me harder. Faster. I'm so full it aches deep inside me. But it feels so good.

There's a dull ache now but nothing worth stopping over.

I don't realize how loud I've grown until he chuckles, cupping the back of my neck and kissing me to silence me.

"Be quiet or we'll get caught." Rafe rasps.

"I can't." I cry, my body trembling with the rapidly approaching orgasm.

"They say my name. Say my name as you cum." Rafe yanks me closer so we're practically chest to chest as I bite back a scream, my climax hitting me so hard everything goes black for a second.

"Rafe. Oh, God, Rafe." I can't help it. I certainly don't want to give him what he wants but the words fly out on their own as wetness drips out of me. I'm thrown off the ledge again as he fists my hair, driving into me harder and grunting into my ear.

"Do it again. Cum for me again, you little slut." Rafe snarls, slamming his lips down on mine. I turn away but that doesn't stop him from turning my chin back to him.

"I'm not a slut." I whisper, overcome with humiliation.

"You are. And you’re mine now." I open my mouth to argue when his hand wraps around my throat then he’s angling his hips upwards and hitting something deep inside me that has my eyes rolling back.

“Yes. I hope you’re on something because I’m about to paint your fucking insides.” I cum violently at his filthy words, shaking uncontrollably as Rafe curses and slams inside me harder and harder until he stills, dropping his head onto my shoulder.

I fight to catch my breath and gather myself while his body pins me against the vanity mirror, his heavy breathing echoing in my ear. I see the sweat along his hairline and I turn away. He was still inside me, still thick and hard. A horrible soreness was settling in but my toes still tingled.

Rafe pulls away, his expression dazed from his orgasm while he slowly withdraws from inside me. I look down to see the blood on my inner thighs and along his dick. Our eyes locked and he smirks, licking his lips like a satisfied lion.

“So you were a virgin. I’m honored.”

I don’t even think as my palm slaps across his face. Rafe huffs a laugh, his cheek now red as he chews that bottom lip. I hate him.

“Fuck. You.” I snarl, attempting to slide off the counter on shaky legs.

“You didn’t even hesitate to finish inside me. What if I wasn’t on anything? You could’ve gotten me pregnant the first time I had sex.” I shove him in the chest and he shrugs nonchalantly. He’s so massive compared to me that he doesn’t even budge.

“I’d love to see his face if that happened.” Rafe chirps, fixing himself and appearing like he didn’t just ruin my life. I go to slap him again but he catches my wrist and snatches up my panties. He fixes me with a warning glare and stuffs them in his pocket.

“Give them to me, you psycho.”

“No. Now go out there and sit on his lap. I want my cum to leak out of you and make a mess all over him.” My cheeks heat overwhelmingly. He was so vial.

“No. You’re even now. He doesn’t owe you anything else.”

“Watch your mouth. We have a long way to go before we’re thirty grand even. Plus, your brother is a good friend of mine. I know he’d rather see you with me than Maybank.”

“I don’t care what he wants. He’s hardly my brother. We didn’t grow up together. I don’t know him.”

“True but he’s who’d I’d pay to hurt Maybank and not have it fall back on me. I’m sure I wouldn’t even have to pay him if I just told him you had the hots for the little thief.” I stay silent. He was right. Rafe hated JJ but so did my half-brother.

Rafe grips my chin, kissing me again with another sickening smirk. I try to shove him away but he only smiles.

“Don’t let anyone else touch you unless I say so.”

“You won’t get away with this.” I glare up at him, unsure where my newfound confidence was coming from. Anger didn’t even begin to cover what I was feeling.

“I have and I will. I own you now. You’ll be my eyes and ears and do whatever I want, when I want. If I want you to suck my dick at a family dinner, you will. If I tell you to distract Maybank for a bit, you will. If I tell you to lie to the cops, you’ll do that too. Because if you don’t, I’ll make sure they throw the book at him and he stays in jail right next to his daddy. Then, I’ll hire people to beat him everyday until you decide what’s more important, you or him. Do as I say and he’ll remain untouched. Mostly.”

#jj maybank smut #smutwarning #rafe cameron smut #outer banks smut #dark #dark!fic #tw dark content #dark!rafe cameron #tw degradation #tw noncon #tw dubious consent #tw innocence kink #tw crying kink

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red-writes · 1 year

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Enji Todoroki x Reader

Summary: With your marriage arriving so soon, you and shoto needed to gain the approval from his father but with his approval came the old todoroki tradition: the father must sleep with the child’s future partner

Warnings: dub-con/non-con, forced sex, fucked up family dynamics, step-cest (reader is enji’s soon-to-be daughter in law)

Red’s notes: I’ve had this in my drafts for uber long and it’s so fucked up yet so hot I couldn't not share

You’ve heard little about your soon to be father in law from Shoto. Little hints about him were sprinkled throughout your conversations over the years—but nothing important or noteworthy was ever shared. Having no information about the man you were about to meet was, for the lack of a better word, scary. Enji Todoroki. His name was shroud in mystery. Shoto could go on and on about his mother, brothers and sister. But when it came to his dad, not much was said.

Shoto seemed restless on the drive over. His jaw clenched, thumbs tapping away at the steering wheel. It threw you off, knowing that your usually stoic and calm fiancé was so nervous. Even now as you sat on the couch waiting for your father in law’s arrival his leg was bouncing up and down anxiously. Anxiety was a virus, it spread so easily and infected anyone nearby. Fear that lie dormant in your gut before began to bubble, you could feel the bile rising in your throat as the only door in the room opens.

You heard several pairs of footsteps walk in and your head rose to look at who entered. It was all of the Todoroki siblings. A sigh of relief escaped you as fuyumi, touya and natsuo join you on the couch.

“Nervous?” fuyumi asks, her face genuinely concerned and you let out a nervous chuckle, “Like you wouldn't believe, Sho doesn't tell me much about my almost father in law so..”

Touya, who is seated next to Shoto shoves him playfully, “Jesus baby bro, you're scaring my sister in law” he jokes and Shoto says nothing, eyes still planted on the floor. Natsuo mumbles something under his breath before getting up and leaving the room. It seems as if no one else heard with the way fuyumi and touya carry on about how they wish mom could meet you. It seemed like you were the only one who heard Natsuo.

you should be scared.

The topic of marriage arose and fuyumi casually mentioned how she tied the knot a few years back and touya did as well mere months ago.

“Is marriage an important family value or something?” you ask fuyumi and she hums thoughtfully, “I wouldn't say that, our family is more traditional than most, before a certain age we must get married” her clarification only makes you more confused.

“How come Natsuo isn't married then?” you wonder, the room is quiet, the air is stagnant somehow it feels as if gravity is pressing down on your very soul at that moment.

“He doesn't want to follow tradition.” Shoto states simply. You're turning to face him, you're eager to know more.

“What could possibly be so frightening about marriage?” You say, voice lighthearted and curious.

“It’s not tradition he's afraid of, it’s dad” touya says, fuyumi glares at touya from across the couch and at that very moment the door is opened rather harshly. The handle bangs against the wall and the jarring sound makes you jump. There he is. That monster of a man is standing in the doorway, arms folded in front of his chest as he walks over to where the two couches are settled.

He takes a seat in the one in front of you and the three todoroki siblings stand and bow, you fumble to follow behind them, your bow was late and sloppy while theirs was clearly organized and practiced. Enji Todoroki looks a lot different than you imagined. His hair was short and spiked upwards, blue eyes beady and cold, his frame muscular; outcome of having trained it up for years.

“Shoto, I’m glad you decided to come, I’ve missed you my son” Enji says, his voice gruff and deep. It sends chills down your spine.

“Father- there is much I want to say to you..” Shoto begins and Enji allows him to continue speaking, “I simply came here as a formality, I just wanted you to meet her, not for the ritual to take place” he says and you're confused, head turning to Shoto for some answers.

formality? ritual?

“If you think you intend to leave here without it taking place, you're mistaken.” Enji says, he stands and walks around the couch, his large hands rest on your shoulders.

“E-excuse me, Mr.Todoroki, what is the ritual?” you squeak out, you're sure if he was in front of you, you'd never have the courage to ask.

“Shoto, what the hell? You didn't even tell her about it before coming here?” Touya says, voice raising at his younger brother.

“I was trying to protect her..” Shoto whispers and that terrifying gut feeling you have is back, it gnaws away at your stomach until it twists into knots, you feel sick.

“The ritual, is one which takes place every todoroki wedding, to truly become a member of the Todoroki household you must become one with the name itself, to do that one must give themselves over completely to that names original owner” Enji says, his hold on your shoulders is released as your mind tries to desperately make sense of the words.

“What..I don't..”

“Put simpler, you must conjugate with me.”

“Dad please...I love her..” Shoto begs and Enji huffs out an amused puff of air.

“This is the only way, if you want to be married, then you’ll do as the tradition says”

Enji walks around the couch and stands in front of you, he holds out his hand and you place your smaller one in his, Shoto’s fingers run through his hair and pull on it anxiously. Enji slowly walks with you out the room. He takes you to a room that seems oddly placed compared to the others. You’re confused, you want to find shoto but his grip is so strong it silences any thought of rebellion instantly. He unlocks the door and inside is nothing, the room is completely empty except for a single bed.

You’re completely unnerved. He let’s you go and shuts the door, he sits on the bed and pats the space next to him, encouraging you to sit. You do.

“Mr.Todoroki...I...I’m scared, what’s going on?” you ask, your eyes glued to your hands that stay perfectly folded in your lap.

“We’re going to have sex” he says straightforwardly and you lift your head slowly, waiting for him to say it’s a joke. But he doesn't.

“But- I’ve alway had plans on saving myself for Shoto...o-on our wedding night, I don’t want to disrespect your traditions but..I won’t have sex with my fiancé's father” you state, voice gaining a little bit of confidence at the end.

He grips your chin in his hand, your eyes meet his and the look in them makes you want to run and hide, he isn’t a man. He’s a monster.

“My dear, the moment you stepped foot in my house was the moment you lost your right to choose.”

A knock on the door makes you jump as the Todoroki siblings file in one by one. Shoto is last, his hair is messed up as if he’d been pulling on it relentlessly, his eyes are red and his cheeks are visibly wet.

“Sorry..y/n I’m sorry, but this is the only way” Shoto whispers and he turns around, defacing you as his siblings approach where you're sitting and begin undressing you. Shoto flinches as he hears your screams of struggle and panic. He can feel his heart sinking into the depths of his gut and tears fill his eyes once more. You fight desperately to keep your clothes on but they tear them off of you, leaving you in nothing but underwear. Your eyes begin to water as you cover yourself up with your arms, trying to hide as much as your body as you can.

“Now now, you should know who I am and what I’m capable of, surely you don’t think hiding yourself with those twigs you call arms will stop me” Enji gloats, narcissistically parading about his own strength. He tears your arms from in front of your chest and pins them above your head. The Todoroki siblings tie your hands with a dark red rope that feels itchy and rough against the skin on your wrists.

Enji pries open your legs and leans down to be eye level with your pussy. The man’s serious face is enough to still your writing for a bit as he hums. One of his thumbs pulls at the lip of your cunt, exposing more of the sensitive flesh to the man’s beady cerulean eyes. His thumb presses down against your clit and you jump, a soft mewl escaping shamefully from your lips at the sudden touch.

You hear a thud and see Shoto leaving the room and disgust for yourself fills your gut and all of sudden you could hardly breathe. You in took and exhaled shaky breaths and fuyumi takes a seat on the bed next to your head, she shushes you and pets your head softly.

“It’ll be okay..shh don't worry” she says in a soft voice with a gentle smile and you look past her with tear filled eyes to see Touya standing against the wall with a hard-on pressing against his pants.

“Please..help me I-fuyumi please” you beg and she presses a kiss to your forehead. Enji begins rubbing circles over your clit and your hips raise off the bed, against your own will. You shake your head back and forth with small pleas falling from your mouth as the coil of heat tightens in your tummy and just as you’re about to cum he pulls away and you whine. He chuckles,

“Silly girl, don't you know you're only meant to cum for your husband?”

You hardly get what he means but even so, the fact that you were going to cum just from having your clit played with a bit by the father of your soon to be husband was extremely humiliating and taboo, extremely taboo. And yet, here you were, cunt slick with your own arousal, pussy clenching anxiously around nothing as the desperation, the need, to be fucked was eating away at your morality.

Enji shuffled out of his pants and suddenly you felt a wave of anxiety pass through you. You peered down from between your legs and saw the monster that was his cock resting between your folds. It was huge. Thick, with veins lining the shaft. The head of his cock was cherry red and angry, it leaked a few drops of pre-cum from the slit and you could feel the bile once again rising in your throat. The previous haze of arousal you had simmered down into a deduction of pure horror. You squirmed. Fat globs of tears and snot running down your face as an attempt to stop what was happening. But your movements were meaningless as he pressed the head of his cock against your weeping cunt and pushed in. You yelled. You screwed your eyes shut as he pushed in until he was fully seated inside of you. It burned and it hurt, felt like being torn apart. You yelled out for Shoto. You screamed his name as his father began roughly fucking you, not minding the calls of his son.

After a while however, you cried not because of the pain but because of the pleasure. His cock was so thick he had no need for precision because he seemed to hit every spot that managed to melt your mind into a puddle of goo. Shamefully, your cries turned into ones for “Enji! Oh gods! Enji fuck me harder!” and less for your beloved Shoto.

It felt sinfully good, sex with your fiancé’s father, the thought alone had your cunt squeezing down on the girthy cock like a vice. Your vision was blurring from the tears that began form in your eyes, every thrust he made rocked the bed into the headboard. Slick drooled from your cunt and formed a pool under your ass, the head of his cock brushed against your g-spot with every thrust and you couldn't hold back the desperate plea to cum. Enji hissed as he announced the arrival of his own orgasm. You were teetering on the edge right as he came inside of you, leaving your cunt throbbing and unsatisfied as he pulled out. He stood up with and walked around the bed to untie you.

He kissed your cheek,

“Welcome to the family.”

#tw dubious consent #tw: noncon #red writes— ੈ♡˳#enji smut #enji x y/n #enji x reader #enji x reader smut #tw: dark content #TW: Dark fic

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ohhh yes def need a part 4 with itachi and preg lil sister 🥺 maybe she hungrily gives him a very needy, messy blowjob, which turn him on so much he face fucks her before creampieing her sweet needy pussy 🥺👉🏽👈🏽 her belly ain’t that noticeable rn but it’s becoming rounder by the day and itachi wans more n more to breed her even tho she’s already pregnant? maybe sasuke starts using her creampied panties to jerk off? 😭plus bonus if sasuke know of sisters pregnancy? sorryyy i just having brainrot of this

The Uchiha brain rot be REAL! which is why my blog exists. 🤣 Totally love it! Ate and left no crumbs! Without further delay, I give you...

Part 4...

*** NSFW ***

*** 18+ MINORS DNI!! ***

*** TW. DARK CONTENT ***

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ the following story contains but is not limited to incest, voyeurism, dubcon, strong language, and other topics that some readers could potentially find offensive. Viewer discretion is STRONGLY advised!

Y/N looked at herself in the full length mirror in her bedroom, observing her body as it had began to change. She was beginning to show a little pudgy pouch just below her belly button, and her breasts were so sore and swollen. She ran her hand along the tiny bump in her lower belly, knowing full well that it was her older brother Itachi who was responsible. Something about this turned her on in the most disgusting way, but she couldn't resist her own thoughts. Somehow the taboo nature of the situation made it all the more erotic to her in her hormonal state. Y/N sighed and decided if she had to be her big brother's little fuck toy, why shouldn't he have to suffer too??

After changing into something thin and skimpy, she made her way down the hall to her big brother's room, knocking softly before entering. "Itachi... I was wondering if you could help me with something..." Y/N said leaning against the door frame. Itachi looked up "of cou-" Itachi's words fell away as he saw his sweet little sister standing there wearing nothing more than a thin white top, and a pair of black cotton booty shorts. "something wrong Itachi??" She replies and she closes his door behind him, and slowly walking over to the bed and sitting down next to him. Itachi looked her over, God she looked delightful. He cleared his throat "so what was it you needed hel-" before he could finish his question, Y/N pressed her lips against his, taking him off guard. He moaned into her kiss, savoring her sudden shift in attitude towards the whole endeavor. She breaks their kiss, looking deep into his big black eyes, and without warning, pushed him down onto the bed.

With a hungry Itachi had never seen from her before, Y/N pulled off his pants, his already stiff cock springing out and hitting her in the chin. She wasted no time, and greedily took every inch of his thick cock into her mouth. Itachi's head tilted back and a soft moan escaped his lips as the head of his cock hit the back of her throat. Drool coated his cock and balls as he watches his sweet litter sister choke and gag on his cock like a dirty little slut. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her off his cock, gasping as she caught her breath. "All I can think about is knocking you up again. Filling up your sweet little pussy with my potent Uchiha seed. You're going to take this cock. Right. Now." He growled as he was swiftly on his feet and pulling her up off the bed.

Itachi forced Y/N's face down onto the bed, holding her head there as he pushed his aching cock deep inside her pregnant pussy, and she moaned in delight. "Fuck little sis, you're so much tighter now that you're pregnant with your big brother's baby..." He moaned thrusting deep inside her wet cunt, their moans and the wet slapping sounds of flesh on flesh filling the room and echoing off the walls. She couldn't take anymore and her body shivered as her pleasure was reaching its max. "itachi i-i can't take anymore! I-im gonna... Fuck!!" Y/N cried out as her walls gripped and pulled around Itachi's cock, milking every drop of his cum out of him. They both tremble against each other as they come down from their orgasms, and reveling in the afterglow of it all. "Next time sis... Just tell me you're hungry for big brother's cock... I'll feed it to you..." Itachi teased making her giggle slightly. She gets dressed and kisses Itachi before leaving the room. On the way to her's, she passes by Sasuke, his cheeks red and flushed. "Hey Sasuke..." She say as she enters her room, shutting the door behind her. Little did she know that Sasuke was struggling to hide his rock hard cock after listening to their encounter in Itachi's room. He quickly entered his room, shutting the door behind him. He quickly heads over to his bed taking a pair of stolen panties from the day before, his sister's juices still coating the crotch... And his older brother's cum. "Ugh... I have to say something but this... But...." Sasuke's hand disappeared inside his shorts. He would worry about that tomorrow....

To Be Continued...

A.N: I've been out of it y'all but trust me I haven't forgotten about you! That being said, my bad on the spelling and/or grammar errors, I will edit when I can. Enjoy! 🥰🥰🥰

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Imagine Haarlep developing a fascination with you

Haarlep x Fem!Reader/Tav

Warnings: NSFW, questionably requited love, unhealthy relationships, dubious consent

(Something about an incubus’ inherent nature to corrupt and destroy sings to my wretched little soul lol. Written very sleep deprived so please be kind)

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- It should have been so easy. Oh, how you shook as you’d clumsily fumbled out of your clothes, eyes refusing to meet his. He was starving, like an animal fed only scraps, and you were so giving and generous. A real little hero.

- The way his eyes crossed and his breathing stuttered as you rocked your hips to meet his, riding hard and desperate against him - desperate to make him feel good and take everything he gave you. You were so hot and wet and clenched around him like a vice, breathing the most filthy things into his ear with your sweet little voice. “Mmmh Haarlep, fuck! I just want to make you feel good. Please use me. Are you going to cum for me? I want you to cum inside then fuck it into me pleeeaase.”

- Seeing the proud and confident hero of so vulnerable underneath him. Watching her shame and reluctance vanish every time he sank into her, his tip kissing her cervix. She was so lonely and cock touch starved. He’d enjoyed every second of reducing her to nothing more than a panting, whimpering mess. She was a debased and rotten animal caught in his jaws and it set the chiming bells of chaos and corruption ringing sweetly in his little demonic head.

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- If he was starving, then you had spread your legs for him and let him feast. You’d been such a good girl, and he actually found himself glad when you’d caught onto his poorly disguised bid for your soul. Your submission would be slow and agonising. Delicious. What had solidified the flame of depraved obsession innocent fascination, however, was when instead asking for the password, you’d curled around the covers and bit your lip, mouth curling up in a devilish little grin. “Is Raphael good in bed?”

He’d laughed. Oh, he liked this one. You’d seemed genuinely sad when he’d said no.

“That’s a shame.” You’d leaned over to whisper in his ear. “If I was Raphael, I would give you everything you ever asked for.”

Your tongue flicked out to catch his lobe before your head traveled down and he purred in pure contentment as lips wrapped around him. Such a good girl.

- Haarlep acted like he was doing something very honourable by letting you leave alive and (mostly) unharmed (you really should hurry back and give him a reward, little mouse. You will won’t you? You’ll present yourself raw and needy for him again, yes?). He liked having a fun, dirty little secret. Raphael might be his master but when the master was away, he could not be blamed for finding something to play with.

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- When Haarlep found himself alone, he’d sometimes take your form. Sometimes he would just study your devilish little face in the mirror. Watch it twist and contort. Under the innocent mask, he had found a hungry little beast slumbering in you and you wore it so prettily. He’d try on pretty dresses. Put on makeup. Brush your pretty hair. It was like you were built for his gaze and enjoyment - moulded to be the temple that he both prayed at and burned down in fits of religious ecstasy. Of course, he was also enthusiastic about exploring you to the fullest. So fun to play with. So many times they’d spent hours teasing both of you, bringing you to the edge and holding you there until your mind screamed across the void to them, begging for him to “stop stop stop.”

- He very much valued these intimate moments together. He wasn’t selfish and the others liked you too. Oh, and how he just knew you secretly enjoyed them too. It wasn’t unusual for the fiend to prowl around the dark endless hallways and rooms. Most of the souls dared only to spare glances as Haarlep displayed you out to everyone, just like a benevolent hero would. Lewd squelches and pants softly singing down lonely halls, Bent double on table, holding your ass high and swaying it in predatory invitation, draped across chaise lounges, legs falling to a wide spread any time a soul become brave enough to wander too close. “Come closer. You can play with me. I just love doing things for other people. I’ll do whatever you ask and make you feel so good. I’ve never met anyone I couldn’t help” Haarlep liked playing the benevolent hero. True to your character, many people he made this promise to found themselves in far worse condition by the time he was done ‘helping’. Oops. He agrees, being a hero is hard.

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- You find yourself going out less. You’d humiliated yourself too many times. Drinking with your friends, shopping in the streets, bent double in secluded alleyways as that dreamy murmur would pull your subconscious to his and it would all begin again. Sometimes it would start with touches and that unwanted spark would tear to life in your core. The touches were clear enough to know what was happening. The brush of a palm over your peaks, a finger tracing over the curve of your lips, pulling them apart to reveal your clenching hole to them. Licking, sucking, pinching, slapping, chocking. Feeling your cunt spread to accommodate someone new as they push inside of ‘you’. It all had a funny way of feeling all far too much and simultaneously never enough. It left a gnawing emptiness that your own hands could not fill. You’d fall into bed at the end of the day, and it would ache. Touched by everyone but having no one. You lived a cycle of being used and degraded and there was nobody by your side to hold you close after, give you praise. You felt like your soul was screaming for something so far away.

- It never stopped. He was just so hungry and you could deny him nothing. When your eyes would close, desperate for the temporary escape of sleep, he would come to you even then. Your eyes would open, far too soon after they shut and your limbs would feel like the weight of the world. Frozen in place as you see his form like a whisper in the dark corners. You’d feel him come to you, slithering on top and sinking deep into your core. “Good little mouse. You’ve been so lonely. So sad. I’ll make it go away. I will be all you need.” In the small hours he’d come and steal limb and breath from you like this. He was so so heavy on top of you and it felt like he’d filled your lungs with himself, every breath he afforded you a gift. “I will be the only thing that makes you feel alive ever again.”

You’d wake up so tired.

- Your friends would notice the change but nobody would know what was happening. You were tired and angry all the time. Like a ghost, sleepwalking amongst the living. When Astarion tried to hug you one night, desperate to spark that hint of hope and passion back into your eyes, you’d looked like you were in agony. Like he’d hurt you. “No.” You’d told him. “I’m fine. I guess I just feel a bit empty right now. This too shall will pass, I’m sure.” They felt like they were losing you. You were sinking fast, but they were too busy trying to stay afloat to dive under for you.

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- Pleasure is different now. It’s like you’re incapable of creating your own any more. You only feel good, feel anything at all, when he lets you. The God of your little universe. You don’t know whether he is trying to be kind or cruel but the outcome is the same and you doubt he has ever once considered you at all. You felt more like a means to an end. A lamb in perpetual slaughter to feed the king. Reliving its devouring forevermore.

- Deep down, he recognised that you had awoken something within him. Slumbering urges and instincts from the sludge of his being. For so long he had lived in a dull haze within the boudoir, his fiendish nature reduced to nothing more than a pragmatic chore he performed when instructed to. You reminded him how delicious mortal longing, and dependence and desire tasted on his tongue. You’d let him bask in sweet melody of corruption and destruction. Your sad, lonely little husk was living proof of his power. You reminded him that this was what he was made for. He would come up from air and hear his little morsel whisper “I don’t feel anything anymore. I look around me and all there is, is you.” And he’d lick up every drop of your agony. You were his feast and the heights of sorrow and rapture he danced you through only made the flavours all the richer.

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In short:

I feel like if Haarlep took a ‘liking’ to someone it would be likely to look like either:

1. him drinking all the hedonistic pleasure you have to offer out of you like a juice box then chucking you behind him as he goes about his Haarlep activites™️. His enjoyment of you only spans as wide as what you have to offer him because it is simply his nature. He liked you, that’s for sure, but in the same way cats like goring mice and leaving them forgotten when the funs over.

2. Him working you into his little masterpiece. He needs you to know, and need, and love nothing but him. I feel like Haarlep views it as a loving kindness to rip everything from you and leave you an empty shell, filled with a loneliness and sadness that he has complete control over. Only he has the power to it go away and you depend on him fully to cum, breath, feel. Just like you breathed life into him, he will be the one that breaths it into you. It doesn’t matter if you love or hate him because he has made you need him so deeply that he will never be hungry again.

A/N: I’m guinuinely surprised if you’ve made it to the end of my word vomit (and first ever fanfiction content!) I could have tortured myself over this a lot more before posting it but who cares when shitting in the wind, right? Lol. Anyway, I hope you enjoy. I welcome feedback/discussion/requests. Also, any advice about font/colours is welcomed too. I’m dyslexic and made as easy to read for myself as I could but let me know if it’s torturing your eyes.

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