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Breathe (SMBU part 5)

4k9 | Joel Miller x fem reader x Tommy Miller x raider Series summary: you’ve been kidnapped by raiders, Joel is their leader. Women who don’t “behave” are locked in a place you call “the shithouse”. You live in your own house, “freely”. You and your roommate, Vic, became girlfriends. Joel, Tommy and the guards have free use of the women in the camp, while respecting Joel's strict rules. Chapt summary: Joel wants to make things clear, if you ever decide to oppose him again. Him and Tommy use you for an "initiation" Warnings: 18+ mdni. Dead dove. Dark - noncon (captivity, threat) / dubcon Gangbang, dvp, oral (f/m), spitting, spanking, rough sex, degradation, praise kink, size kink, piv, rimming, anal, creampies, angst a/n: Heed the warnings. If any of this makes you uncomfortable, do not pursue reading. I don't condone any of this. Thank you @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog for beta-ing 💕🫶 The Prodigy - Breathe | playlist | ao3 | series masterlist

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The next morning while you and Vic were still sleeping, Joel brushed your cheek to wake you up. He asked her to go to her bedroom then changed your bandage gently so as not to hurt you, asking if it was painful. He placed medicine and bandages on the dresser, and left saying he was letting you rest. You didn't see him or any guards for two days, until one of them came and told you to follow him. You tensed up when you approached the shithouse, but you didn’t ask why you were there. You knew it was pointless, the explanations would come in due time, probably from Joel, not from a guard. You approached one of the bedrooms and you heard grunts and moans. Your discomfort grew.

“Stay here,” he told you, after letting you into the room. The smell was terrible. Still made of cum and piss. You tried to look away as she tried to catch your gaze, silently begging for your help. You wanted to cry knowing there was nothing you could do for her. Nausea seized you. Three guards took turns between her thighs. Tears ran down her cheeks but there was nothing human in these men’s eyes or words. They were taking, taking, taking. Raping. Feeding on her fear as much as her body. The mattress was even dirtier than the first time Joel had brought you there, the day you had to choose your fate.

When all three had come inside her, they passed by you, staring at you from head to toe and you placed your hands in front of your chest as an illusory protection. Once gone, you moved closer to her after grabbing a dirty blanket from the corner of the room to cover her.

“I’m sorry, sweetie, I’m sorry.” She was crying and was ashamed, as if it was her fault. You hated them. The door opened and Joel entered.

“Having a good day, Julie?”, he asked.

You hated him now, and he saw it when your eyes met. He grabbed your elbow and led you out of the room.

“You’re gonna get her killed.” You were so shocked that you were shaking, barely managing to keep your composure. You hoped not to show him but your guts knew better than your mind. This man felt the slightest emotions that emanated from a person, and he used them. Whether to make them feel bad or good, depending on what he wanted. He was way too good at this, and it was probably why he was still alive, running raiders camp in the lost world.

“Getting fucked ain’t gonna kill her.”

“Come on, Joel! She is poorly nourished, probably has lots of deficiencies and perhaps an infection. Not to mention a psychological damage. Have you really lost all humanity?”

You were trying not to cry. You imagined far too easily how you could have been in her place.

“You know I don’t. You're still there”, pointing with his chin at the house where you lived. “In your pretty bedroom. With your pretty girlfriend.”

The way he said it made you shiver. You showed him your bandaged hand, to make him think about you, rather than her.

“What’s your point? You think those guys, the one that railed her, wouldn’t have done worse?”

“What do you want me to say? That you're less of an asshole than them? Still an asshole to me.”

You wondered if you were going too far but you were too upset by what you had just witnessed. “Why did you show me this? Those guys? You’re gonna threaten to send me there again?”

“No. No I won’t. We both know it wouldn’t work.” You looked at each other, waiting for the other one to speak. He spoke first.

“You think you have leverage on me, that I love your pussy too much to throw you to these men. And maybe it’s true. But now I have leverage on you too. I know how much you care about her. So if you piss me off again she’s gonna be thrown here and fucked an entire day by these guys. To teach YOU a lesson. She doesn't need one, she knows her place.”

"You disgust me."

“Oh, baby. You hate me now, but you love my cock as much as I love your cunt. You may have forgotten it for now, but you’ll remember it when you’ll moan, bouncing on it. Go back to your house now, lesson’s over.”

You insulted him in every possible way in your head, while he looked at you with his arrogant smirk. Fully aware of what was on your mind. Your heart sank thinking about Vic, and you went straight to your room, hoping that sleep would make you forget everything else.

Footsteps woke you up in the middle of the night, just before a guard entered your room and asked you to follow him. It was unusual. When one of them wanted to fuck you at night, he would do it in your bedroom and then leave. As if they wanted to leave their scent in your bed. You were even more surprised when you saw that he wasn't taking you to the fuckhouse. Or the shithouse. For a moment you couldn’t help but be afraid that Joel would “teach you” another lesson there.

The guard led you to a house you had never been in and knocked on the door. You heard Joel shoot “come in”. The man closed the door behind you, and Joel told you to go upstairs. He was lying on a bed, in jeans and a t-shirt.

“Is it…?” you started to ask.

“My bedroom, yeah.”

You looked around. The furniture, the way the room was organized. Everything was clean and tidy. You looked at the window, illuminated by a nearby lamp. Pink, blue and purple paper butterflies were hanging there, moving with the breeze that brushed against them. Everything was minimalistic in his room, and this childish touch of color stood out from everything else. You turned to him with a confused expression and he took a moment before responding.

“A reminder of my daughter.” A veil formed over his eyes. Your heart sank when you heard this confession. With those words, you suddenly realized two things. He had experienced a loss that broke his heart, and you had a special place for him. A part of you had already known it, but now you couldn’t deny it anymore. And somehow, it complicated things for you. From the beginning, you wanted to hate him. But your heart wavered because of Joel's behavior. You knew you were suffering Stockholm syndrome, you knew that your instincts were doing what they could to help you survive, at almost any price. But it wasn't just that.

And now, you didn't know why or how, but this special place you had, was there. Even if he was capable of acting like an asshole, to fuck you with three other guys or to throw you out to all his men. Or to cut your fucking pinky. But he decided to tell you that and your heart was racing. His constant hot and cold behavior was driving you crazy.

“How’s your finger?”

“Great, for a cut off one.”

It made him smile. You, not so much.

He stood up and came up to you, and surprised you again when he asked if he could hold you. You considered saying no to him, but that wasn’t what you wanted. Even if you hated yourself for it. So you nodded and he took you in his arms, and for a few minutes your body relaxed, enjoying the security he was offering you. Your body was lost in his arms, and you loved that feeling, that strength all around you. And not directed against you, for once. He took your chin between his fingers and lifted it towards him. His brown eyes, which sometimes turned black. But not there. And he kissed you. He’d done it before, while he was fucking you, but never like this. His lips were soft and warm. His hands slid down your body, brushing against your breasts, and you shivered. He removed your top and slid his hand between your breasts, rubbing their curvature. Then your pants, getting on his knees to remove them from your feet. Your panties, while he was still kneeling in front of you. He looked at your pussy and brushed your folds with his thumb.

“Lie down on the bed,” he said.

“Can you…” you stopped, not daring to go further in your request.

“Can I what?”

“Take off your clothes? I’d like you to be naked, like me.”

“Ok, baby,” he replied.

“Can I do it?”

He nodded, and let you take off his t-shirt, pants and boxers. He was barefoot.

“Thank you”, you breathed out, before going to lie down. He knelt at the foot of the bed, sliding you over to him. He was calm. Different from the other times when he had fucked you alone. As if he was less harsh. As if he was human, at least a part of him. The emotions were so strange in that new world. And even more so when you were in captivity. Used.

When he placed his lips on your pussy, you forgot the rest. His tongue brushed against your folds up to your clit, before his lips gripped it, sucked on it, kissed it.

“Open up for me,” he said.

You folded your legs further, resting them against the bed. He spread your folds with his hands and spat on your clit then on your folds, before sliding his thumb on your delicate skin. “Joel…” you whispered. He didn’t respond, preferring to slide his tongue into your pussy, groaning between your thighs. Fucking you with it and collecting all your wetness. Digging as far as possible. His thumb twirling over your clit. Sometimes he would let his saliva flow onto your clit again. The feeling of it flowing over you, before he spread it with his thumb, electrified you.

“Good girl,” he said, just before he moved his tongue up to your clit and buried two of his fingers in your pussy. His other hand was on your stomach, caressing your skin. As if he wanted to feel your stomach moving up and down, following the pace of his fingers or tongue. You felt your orgasm building. He spat one last time, knowing the effect it had on you. You came on his fingers, your pussy clenching on them. You heard him moan, tongue resting on your clit. Feeling its jolts.

Then he crawled over to you, a firm hand around his hard, thick cock. He nestled it at your entrance and pushed in without waiting. Eyes staring into yours, until you had to close yours, trying to get used to his size. He was spreading your folds with his cock, without forcing but without slowing down either. Until he bottomed out.

“I love to fuck you, you’re right”, he confessed in your ear. “Best pussy I’ve ever fucked, maybe. Takin’ my cock so fuckin’ good.” You whined against his neck.

“Told you, baby. You love my cock as much as I love your cunt.” You didn't want to think about it. You were there because they had captured you, because you were forced to let him, them, fuck you. As if he knew what you were thinking, he added, "yeah, since the beginning, you're getting off on being fucked by raiders."

There he was again, that Joel you hated. Your whole body contracted as you tried to push him off of you but he tightened his grip, continuing to fuck you slowly, growling in your neck.

And you hated it but you couldn't deny the heat that rose in your core, his cock rubbing against your g spot, and his lower stomach against your clit.

“Yeah, baby, just like that. You’re gonna come on my cock.”

“Yeah…I…fuck, Joel…”

“Come on, baby, I missed your cunt these last days. I missed stuffing you full of my cock.”

He wrapped his arms under your shoulders and pulled you close.

“Talk to me. Tell me what you feel.”

“I…I feel it coming. Growing in me. It’s so good, so warm. Why do you…Oh god…I’m gonna…Joel, Joel…”

“Why do I what?”

“Shit…why do you make me feel so good…”

He growled, and added “come on, baby, squeeze my dick. Come on it, then I’ll fill you up.”

You put your legs on his lower back, allowing him to fill you deeply, completely, as he was thrusting in just as slowly.

“Yeah, fuck, yeah…just like that baby.”

You dug your nails into his flesh as the wave hit you. He kept his body against yours, his cock buried deep inside you without moving, just to feel the jerks of your pussy on his cock. Until he came too, just by being clenched by your folds, and shot his cum deep inside you. He lay on top of you for a few minutes, then he withdrew. He told you the guard was going to take you to your house. You picked up your clothes, put them back on and left. On your way back home, you tried to stop your tears from falling. As if your heart expected that he would treat you differently, less harshly, after that moment. You didn’t know what was wrong with you. What you were thinking, how you could be so naive. He was just a raider.

The days passed. The multiple fucks too. With time you learned to keep yourself busy. Learned to sew, knit. Tinkering, refinishing furniture. The men brought back various things from their raids. Women were not allowed to leave the camp of course, to avoid the risk of them escaping. At first, time passed agonizingly slowly and you were bored, but refused to participate in activities with other people. To meet other people, chat with them. As if that would mean you were giving in. And then you broke down and took some seeds available in the warehouse. You planted them in the vegetable garden. It was the first activity you got involved in.

Loads of books were available and you had discovered many authors. The days were passing faster now. Sometimes you couldn't help but wonder what you would do if you could leave this camp. If you could survive, and how. If you would come across worse than the men there.

One day you noticed a new soldier. Young, early 20s. And your heart sank thinking of those young people who had only known that violent world. What would their life be like, in another universe? He wouldn’t become a raider, who learnt that women were only a resource. You hated this world so much. Several times you felt his gaze on you. A look still pure, despite everything.

“You like her?” Joel asked him.

“Well…she’s pretty.”

“Yeah, she is. Wanna fuck her? You had the talk with Tommy, right?”

“Yeah, but…I don’t know, I’ve never done that.”

“What, you’re a virgin?”

“No. But…I’ve never fucked a woman who didn’t want it.”

“Yeah well, it’s not a problem here, kiddo.”

You knew they were talking about you even if you couldn’t hear them. Joel wasn’t exactly discreet.

When a guard came for you that night and brought you to the fuck house, you knew what was going to happen. Joel, Tommy, and the young guard were already there, waiting for you.

“Hey sweetheart, always a pleasure to see you”, Tommy said, grabbing your ass and kissing you, as he always did. “This kid here has some things to learn about the camp. You’re gonna be a good girl and help him with that, ok?” As if you had the choice. You shrugged.

“But well, once he tastes this pussy, the others will seem bland to him.”

“Don’t be rude, Tommy. We have other good pussies to fuck. Her roommate, for example.”

They both sneered. “Assholes”, you thought. Tommy laughed, seeing your face. “Ok, sweetheart, let him taste your mouth.”

You knelt in front of the guard, unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down along with his boxers. He smelled good. He was semi-hard, looking down at you. Embarrassed. As if you were in a position of strength against him. You wondered how long it would take before it would change.

You took his cock in your hand and let your saliva run down his tip. Spread it with your thumb, then jerked it gently.

“I wonder how long it’ll take him to paint her face,” Tommy chuckled.

“No, no no. Not too fast, kiddo. We like to fuck them when they’re full of cum. Stuff her at least long enough to cum inside.”

You saw him blush. At least women weren't the only victims of their degradation, and somehow that made you happy. You moved closer to him and licked his tip gently, tasting his precum. He jumped and you smiled, before taking him in your mouth, continuing to jerk him gently. His cock was an average size, and you didn't need to get used to its thickness between your lips. You moved down his shaft, keeping your fist clenched at the base of his cock. Picking up the pace slightly, you began to suck him at a steady pace. His precum flowed down your throat, and you heard him moan.

“How does that feel, kiddo?”, asked Joel.

“Good, fucking good”, he answered. “And you…really fuck her, all of them, when you want?”

“Yeah. Day, night. You can fuck them alone, or with other guards. As you wish. But you do it the way I say. You make them cum, you don't hit them. You can slap them a little, we all like it when our cock is buried in their pussy, but not more than that. You have the ones from the shithouse if you need to let off some steam.” You stiffened when you heard him speak like that.

“Fuck…ok, ok.”

Your saliva ran down his shaft and you licked it.

“Oh fuck…ma’am…” Tommy and Joel snickered, hearing him.

“He’s cute”, added Tommy. The guard didn't even hear him.

“Wait, or I’m gonna come, they said I couldn’t do that uh…in your mouth.”

“Come lie down on the bed, baby. He's gonna fuck you. How do you want it, man?”

“All fours? Is that ok?” he asked, looking at you.

He was sweet and cute, and despite the incongruous situation you wanted to counterbalance the attitude of the two brothers.

“Of course”, you answered. You settled onto your hands and knees, waiting for him to come behind you. He knelt down and hesitated.

“But uh…what if I can’t make her come?”

The brothers laughed. You couldn’t imagine how he must feel, having to fuck you in front of both of them, as if it was something normal, while they didn’t even hold back their laughs. He was still so pure.

“It’s ok, kiddo,” Joel replied. “You’re young, you gotta learn. We’ll make her come, don’t worry.”

“Are you two gonna...make love to her, after me?”

“Oh yeah…my brother and I, we’re gonna make love to her. Don’t worry ‘bout that.”

The guard moved closer to you, placing his hands on your hips before grabbing his cock and sliding down to your entrance.

“Oh, fuck”, he said, when your pussy clenched against his shaft.

“Yeah, she’s tight. We still don’t know how she manages to take both of our cocks at the same time, in that tight pussy”, said Tommy.

“Two? Are you both fucking her at the same time? In the same hole?”

“In the same hole, yeah. Or one in her cunt and the other in her ass. Depending on what we want.”

“Oh, man…”

He started to fuck you. He was clearly not experienced, his movements were clumsy. But he wasn't abrupt, wasn’t hurting you. He spread your ass cheeks slightly, probably looking at your ring.

“Ever fucked an ass before?”

“Oh, fuck…I’m gonna…shit. Oh damn it was close. No, never.”

“You’re gonna love it. Even tighter than her pussy. Much tighter. The first few times you'll probably cum just from digging your tip into that hole.”

You heard him moan, and he came in your pussy, grunting, clinging to your hips.

“Ok kiddo, not so bad, but you gotta practice. Ever ate a pussy?”

“Yeah, well…a couple times.”

“You gotta learn to make them come that way. And when you’re really good at it, you'll make them cum by rubbing their clit while you’re fucking them. And then, just with your cock. Right, baby? She loves that.”

You blushed with this allusion to the night at his house, and the guard pulled out.

“Ok kiddo. Lesson number 2. You’re gonna watch us fuck her.”

“Come sit on my cock, baby. Hurry up, don't waste his cum, wanna fuck you through it”, Joel told you, spanking your ass. He sat against the headboard and you straddled him. His gaze was unfathomable, but it wasn't the same man who had fucked you missionary in his bedroom. He was good at compartmentalizing, much better than you. You grabbed his cock and impaled yourself on it gently. “Fuck”, you mumbled. He was thick, much thicker than the guard, and you needed to lower yourself onto it slowly.

“You missed my cock, baby?” he asked you with a smirk.

You dug your nails into the flesh of his shoulders, as you gradually sank onto his shaft.

He smiled and grabbed your shoulder, and added “I missed your cunt too. God, I love to fuck you when you’re full of cum.”

The guard’s cum helped you get used to his cock. Joel grabbed your ass with his hands and started bouncing you on his cock. You bit your lip. Tommy was sat in a chair by the bed, his dick in his hand, and said “you look so fuckin’ pretty bouncing on my brother’s cock, baby.”

He came closer, jerking off, and said “suck my dick, baby. Make it wet, we’re gonna need it.”

You wondered how he was going to fuck you, but whether it was in your pussy too or in your ass, you knew you had to make it easier for you. He slipped his cock into your mouth without waiting.

“Shit, yeah, you’re hot baby, suckin’ my brother’s cock.”

He had slowed down the pace to allow you to suck Tommy properly.

“Look at that Joel, the kiddo is already hard again.”

“Nice. You’re gonna have another lesson today. Sharing a cunt with another cock. I hope you’re not one of those who doesn’t want two cocks touching?”

“No…no I don’t mind.”

“Good.”

Tommy kept thrusting into your mouth, while Joel's hand on the back of your head accompanied your movements until he shifted it to stroke your clit with his thumb. His cock was rubbing your core, filling you perfectly, as his finger was swirling your clit. Every time they both fucked you, you always forgot at one point or another the situation you were in. Only focusing on your sensations, and theirs.

“Look at that, kiddo. She’s gonna come soon. She loves taking our cocks so much, like a good little whore. Right, baby?”

You nodded, your mouth around Tommy's shaft.

“Yeah she’s so good at this. Prettiest mouth and prettiest cunt. Taking us so well”, Tommy added.

Your pussy contracted more and more on Joel's shaft, as his thumb gave you what you needed, until you came all over his cock.

“There we go…you’re doing great, baby.”

Tommy pulled out of your mouth, holding your cheek with his hand while you came down from your orgasm. Joel pulled you towards him, leaning forward to offer you to Tommy, who was already kneeling behind you.

“Ok, baby. One more dick”, he said.

“Yeah, that's what you want, baby, right?”

You nodded, resting your head on his shoulder. You were used to both of them taking you by now. Used to the feeling of your pussy spreading on both of their cocks. Even if it still stretched painfully, as the second one thrust in. And somehow, taking them both, that abandonment, strangely made you forget your life in the camp.

You felt Tommy’s hand on your hip, and the head of his cock pressing against the dick already inside you. Using it to slide his member in.

“Oh fuck, men…that’s so hot,” said the guard who had moved closer to watch.

“Relax, baby…let me in. Yeah, just like that. Good girl.”

Tommy's praise had always helped you to relax, to turn you on. Today, like any other day. He usually did it in a lighter way than Joel, perhaps less degrading.

“Breathe, sweetheart.”

You did as he said, breathing slowly until his tip slid into your pussy, spreading you completely. You whined into Joel’s neck.

“That’s a good girl”, he praised you.

“Look at you takin’ these cocks baby”, added Tommy as he continued to thrust in. “Yeah, just like that. One more dick in that cunt.”

They slid into you slowly, then gradually increased the pace. You heard them growl. Joel against your ear, Tommy on the back of your head.

“Gonna take my place after I fill her, man?” Tommy asked the guard.

“Yeah…fuck…Sure.”

“We’re stretching her good, damn…”

Tommy grunted and you felt his hot cum fill you, then some of it leaked out of your pussy.

“Thank you baby, another great fuck”, he said, kissing your shoulder.

You whimpered when he pulled out. Joel remained still and the guard knelt behind you again.

“Take it easy, don’t hurt her. Lean against my cock and slide gently.”

“Ok, sir”, he replied.

He rested his cock against Joel's, covered in Tommy's cum, and thrusted his tip in.

“Oh, fuck, she’s so tight.”

“Yeah, she is. That's good, uh? Come on kiddo, slide in. Slowly.”

The guard placed one hand on your shoulder and the other on your hip, holding on for leverage. And they started to fuck you. Sometimes sliding together, sometimes alternating rhythms.

“You’re ok, baby? You’re taking our cocks so good, fuck…”

“Yeah, yeah…I’m ok.”

“You’re such a slut, baby…Always ready for more” you heard Tommy say.

“I’m…I’m gonna cum”, the guard whined.

“Come on, kiddo, fill her up. Then I’ll fuck her like she needs to get fucked”, Joel said as he looked at you, grabbing your cheeks in his hands and keeping you facing him.

You heard the guard grunt then freeze, adding his cum to Tommy's.

“Ah fuuuuuck, that’s hot, baby. You never disappoint”, Joel said.

The guard pulled out, and so did Joel, as he told you to stand on all fours while he knelt behind you.

“Yeah, I finally got this pretty pussy all to myself. I'm gonna fuck you rough baby. I know you want it. Hope I'll feel something. We really ruined you, uh?”

He slid into your pussy without waiting, hands clinging to your shoulders. Fucking you hard, without respite. Then he spat on your ass, rubbing your ring with his thumb, his other hand on your waist.

“Gonna fuck that ass. Pussy’s too ruined.”

“Wait, Joel!”

“Calm down, ain’t gonna hurt you.”

He pulled away, licking your ring and spitting on it as he jerked off. Then he positioned his cock covered by your wetness and the other men cum at your entrance.

“See, kiddo…that ass” - he thrust his tip in - “is so good” - pulled back - “that I can never stay too long” - he thrust in totally - “without fucking it. Oh fuck!!”

You laid your head on the pillow, moaning and fisting the pillow, as his hands were buried in the flesh of your hips, fucking your ass hard and deep. You heard him growl more and more.

“Look at that kiddo, she’s taking it so good”, Tommy praised you.

Joel thrust in a few more times, hands frozen on your hips, then he stopped, flooding your ass with his cum. He stayed there while he caught his breath, then withdrew.

“Kiddo, go pick up her girlfriend in 30 minutes.”

Then he looked at you and added “we have to keep teaching him how to fuck”, smirking.

You went back home.

When Vic finally came home that night, you were waiting for her to go to bed. But the guard didn't leave, and told you to follow him, from the front door.

“Jesus Christ…how many times does he need to fuck today?” you mumbled, looking at her.

He didn’t accompany you to the fuckhouse, but to Joel's house, once again. You went upstairs and heard the shower running. You sat on Joel’s bed waiting for him to finish. When he came out a few minutes later, in boxers and a towel around his neck, his hair was still wet and drops of water were beading on his curls. He was magnificent, from head to toe. You looked at his body as he walked towards you. Several scars covered his torso.

“You’re staring, baby”, he said with a smile.

“Yeah, well…not only men can do that.”

He smiled even more when he heard you. He brushed past you without touching you, and went to bed. “You’re gonna sleep with me tonight.”

“What…I…didn’t bring any sleeping clothes.”

“You won’t need them.”

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Rapist!Soap Headcanons

warnings: dead dove: do not eat, rape, kidnapping, restraints, mind break, f!reader, squirting, sex toys, rimming

Rapist!Soap who definitely kidnapped you. You were too pretty to be left alone in the world anyways. He had to protect you from big bad men who would ruin you.

Rapist!Soap who brags to his squad about how he has such a bonnie lass waiting at home for him, brags enough that the squad wants to meet him.

Rapist!Soap who refuses to give you his cock. You’ve been bad, begging him to set you free, so you don’t deserve it.

Rapist!Soap who buys you one of those ejaculating dildos, and forces it into your needy hole, fucking you with it until you’re sobbing.

Rapist!Soap who is a cruel, cruel man. Right when you’re about to cum on the dildo he pulls it out, and pressing a bullet vibrator to your clit on the highest setting.

Rapist!Soap who places his mouth in front of your cunt as you cum, and making you cum until you squirt so that the slick lands all over his tongue.

Rapist!Soap who refuses to eat you out properly, never once touching his tongue to your pussy. Instead, he greedily eats your puckered ass.

Rapist!Soap who leaves you restrained 24/7 until he thinks he can trust you.

Rapist!Soap who, the first time he leaves you alone and unrestrained, comes home to find you still inside, finally rewards you with his thick, heavy cock.

@glossysoap

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samalong1 · 11 months

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How to survive being Gluskin's brids

Tw mentions of childhood sa,abuse,nsfw,and gluskin being gluskin

Ima write fluff for him after

-he's in control period he needs to be if he's in control nothing can hurt him or you

-dont challenge this doing something small will send him into a rage with thrown furniture and smashen plates and if you did something really bad in his eyes your face

-laughs at any mention of truama he may have "oh darling you and your worry" he'd coo brushing it off denying it but his first of rage of his power being slightly taken down and the sobbing he'd do in the locked bathroom not wanting you to see him "be so womenly" as he'd say and deny him ever doing so

-never bring up therapy not after murkoff not if you want your neck to be bruise freed and not having things like whore shouted I'm your face he already escaped he isn't going back even if its healthy therapy he so desperately needs

-just be a good lil house wife wearing his 50's themed dresses with a tight chinched waist and bright heels

-if you want his comfort his hugs and praises to be wrapped up in his arms safe from his rage on his lap as be absently plays with your hair on the couch while he sings that dreaded song you'll just gave to submit to be his helpless lil wife

-he's constantly ogling you he loves his darling wife figure every curve and bump on her skin but really being able to grab and grope you makes him feel so strong and powerful able to bend you to his will

-he'll love dressing you like your his 1950's house wife prancing over in your low neckline tight waist dress with the cute patten sleeves and the long hem that twirls so gracefully with you as you take off his work jacket as you kiss his cheek so happy to have your protector and provider back home as your proudly tell him what roast or casserole you made so lovingly after dinner

-whats his job oh he'll just laugh "oh it isn't a woman's place to worry just know it gives us enough" he'll say proudly proud to provide for his family

-outside of work when he isn't constantly hovering over you singing songs and making sexist remarks as he rubs your waist while telling you how much he loves your child bearing hips he'll be in his office making you more dresses with bright colours and playful patterns his favorite being fruit ones of your lucky you can catch a glimpse of him making a lovely button up dress with a flowing skirt covered in a lemon pattern under the bright yellow ribbon while your cherry patterned dress hung off you while you wipe your hands off on your apron from doing the dishes

-only a peak though as he open the doors briefly he'll see you trying to Leer in and would chuckle and pat your head "such a impatient minx so excited for your husband spoils" but he'll always keep the door closed he hates being watched as he works that's what would lead to him being preyed on as a child when he was coloring or doing homework on the dinner table

-though sometimes he'll grow frustrated saying be can't get the shape and design to elevate but not overpower his wife's beauty but your starting to believe it's more sadistic from how his eyes gleam with how you jumped or yelp when pricked with a needle or how hungry his eyes were when there was a prick of blood as he comforts you scolding his big clumsy hands he loves the comforting you even if it's from his own mistakes or abuse it made him feel big

-also the possessiveness he has scared of the life he always dreamed of and daydreamed of his darkness moments scared some animal undeserving of the wife he sculpted to be perfection would be torn away

-because of that all his dresses will have his name sewn inside the hem to determine any dirty dogs who managed to lift it

-not like you ever manage to go out alone he'll say something sly like "what husband will I be letting a vulnerable minx like you put you need your husband to protect you" its somewhat true but he'll also be giving any man who glances at you the dirtiest angriest glare while his arm wrapped around your waist tightened so scary that the poor teenage cashier didn't dare make eye contact

-though sometimes when he's out at work you'll go out not wanting to wait till the evening to go out and to likely be turned down eith how tired he is from work and how he just needs his wife's cooking and a good foot massage

-one time you got caught when his work let him out early and he was wager to drive home and enter his wife's embrace

-you can't escape his yelling and insults and grip so tight on your wrist it'll bruise but if you simply look down and flutter your eyelashes even after his smack and being called a whore and just tell him that you wanted to get something for dinner and it couldn't wait he'll ease up and blame your woman drive to care for him to overlook your saftey

-if you want to Amp it up just whine and nuzzle into his hand that just hit you and say that you felt nauseous and thought that you finally may be pregnant and you coudnt wait for him to get a pregnancy test and that you also wanted to suprise him it'll quickly put you in his tight embrace and his cooes forgiving you as he goes to clean your wounds

-speaking of kids app sex will have some breeding undertones saying how he'll fill you with his seed and how goof of a mother you'll be

-it's not just cause he so desperately wants a family or a breeding kink but to him it gives the filthy whoreish act meaning and makes it a beautiful step to creating his legacy unlike past acts as a child

-also constantly being called a whore one time you wanted extra good wife points you dressed up in lingeri and the whole time he was slamming into you he was calling you a whore for seducing such a good man like him

-but after he'll grumbled under his breath about you never doing it again

-after sex he'll do his best for aftercare gently wiping you clean and kissing you softly and praising how good of a wife and hopefully if it takes a good mother but you need to praise him

-tell him how good he did and how good of a husband he is and how happy you are to have him and how you love his loyalty just praise sex is vulnerable even more to him and he needs to feel safe after and during

-because of this never try to be a top or play a more dominant role any ask will get you a dangerous glare and a flat out no and if you do something that he sees as you trying to take a lead like riding him and other things it'll instantly stop and he'll get up and go to the kitchen to open some wine accident or not give him space and apologize for acting so whorish and praising him even more

-don't ever try and take the lead without him knowing in a drastic way (not just cause of lack of consent on his part) but as soon as his arms or tied or blindfolded he freaks like in the beginning of whistle-blower screaming and kicking till the restraint is off and the moment your in his line of sight his hands are suffocating you and things hit the walls shattering if you survive you'll forever be labeled a ungrateful whore in his eyes and if he manages to control his urge to string you up to the ceiling like in the gym you'll be locked outside without a word

-short case don't

#eddie gluskin #outlast whistleblower #eddie gluskin x reader #outlast x reader #tw dead dove

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crookedkryptonitebeliever · 4 months

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I wonder like what does Yves like to eat? Does he prefer sweet foods? Savory? Salty? Etc?

I could also imagine that he would change his darlings food cravings and wants with his reality bending if they are lacking a certain vitamin or mineral.

TW: eating disorders, gore and nasty horrible rich people stuff like making people their toilets or something, sexual harassment and human trafficking

He has expensive taste, the palate of a stereotypical rich person. It doesn't matter if the dish is sweet or savory, it must be made from scratch from the freshest produce the market can offer. He prefers to eat his own cooking as he can easily control what goes into it.

Yves has an intense aversion to strong-tasting foods, not because he can't handle the pungent aroma of garlic or other spices; he used to eat boxes upon boxes of takeout, fast food, and convenience meals.

It's because he associated them with the decades he spent struggling to find his footing in this world. They were cheap, accessible, and definitely not something he would willingly put in his body despite knowing it probably wouldn't affect him greatly in any way now.

Foods that are greasy, overly salty, processed to unrecognizable heights, and contain a barrel's worth of sugar are foods that Yves has a strong disdain for. He very much prefers eating foods that are steamed, boiled, or baked with minimal amounts of oil, salt, and sugar. His cooking is definitely still flavourful, it's mostly simple but it has a quality that makes it lavish and 'clean'.

Yves wasn't always like this though. Just like most humans, he started off hating his vegetables and fruits, yearning for junk and other vices. His previous cravings are only exacerbated by the stressful life that he lived, to no one's surprise, he wasn't always in the best shape. Or the best state of mind.

He knows what it was like to live in a severely unhealthy body on both ends of the spectrum. Yves was both a hundred pounds overweight and a hundred pounds underweight, neither phase was fun at all and it just made his life much harder than it was supposed to be.

Yves sobbed hysterically when he failed to stop himself from eating an entire 5-pound chocolate cake to cope with his emotions, then promptly threw up everything afterward on the dingy floor of his dilapidated rental. He was too familiar with the feeling of his two fingers pushing his uvula as deep as he could so he could empty his stomach into the toilet bowl, to the point that the off-white ceramic was painted red. Yves knew what half-eaten hamburgers covered in god-knows-what, found in dumpsters taste like. He knew what ingredient in candies to look for that aided him in vomiting, he tried all the slimming teas, laxatives, and enemas. Yves had his favorite brands.

Yves vividly remembers how he would be out of breath just by standing up, how his joints felt like it was about to give out at any moment. The bruises he received from merely sitting on certain types of chairs, the horrible chafing that led to nasty, debilitating infections because he didn't have the means to receive medical attention, the humiliation, and degradation, painful and permanent swellings, the increased frequency of sexual groping that usually led to something much worse, overheating in a flesh suit that he cannot just remove, the cruel loneliness, the desperation for food when he doesn't even have a single cent left to his name, his reflection and more revolting memories.

He remembers all of it. He remembers the broken bones that were forced to heal on their own, bleeding orifices leaking with excrement due to his abuse of weight-losing drugs, articles of clothing ruined by his own feces and vomit, the obsession over the number on his scale, the shivering even at scorching temperatures, locks of his hair clogging the drain, fainting spells that cost him his meager wages for the week, the taste of his own stomach acid still lingers on his tongue, his "friends" who were equally as ghoulish calling Yves a fat pig and incessantly oinking at him for finishing a whole apple by himself, being unable to chew properly because his teeth were eroded, being unable to fight back because he was just that weak, fingers that looked like it belonged to a rotting corpse, his reflection, the hunger, the hunger, the hunger...

And in both chapters of his life, one thing stayed constant. The infamous, deep-fried, saturated, tastebud-abusing slop served to the disadvantaged masses.

So please do forgive him when he gives you a blank look for an uncomfortable while when you eat a crispy fried chicken leg in front of him. He didn't mean to give the plate of french fries on the table a long, dull stare before digging in like any other normal person; with a lot more elegance. Yves just had a few memories pass through his mind, that's it.

Not to say that he will act like it's the end of the world to eat the food that he hates. You wouldn't know that he despised them unless he told you, Yves would have eaten it without complaint and hesitation, expressing his gratitude to you for getting these for him. He doesn't wear his heart on his sleeve, after all.

Yves understands that his experience doesn't necessarily reflect yours, he has no issue with you eating garbage foods in moderation. You will have cravings, it's simply something humans like you have to deal with. He will still agree to have a date or two at a fast-food joint even if he detests the griminess and classlessness of it all, as long as it makes you happy to see him 'enjoying' himself too. Of course, he would attempt and succeed at making healthier alternatives at home.

If you're craving something that is missing many of the key nutrients but it's not harmful to your health, he would fortify it with the needed vitamins or minerals. You couldn't even tell the difference, but your body will.

He will have a massive problem if you exhibit the same symptoms his younger self had. Yves will plant his foot firmly on the ground, he wouldn't even talk to you about it. He goes straight to rewiring your brain without even thinking if Yves noticed your struggles. You would find yourself one day 'cured' of whatever complex you had with food, baffled but grateful, brushing it off as something trivial although it is anything but.

You might notice that the fridge always has at least one tin of sturgeon caviar on a block of ice. You deduced that his favorite food is caviar, but you might not truly know why.

He isn't stingy with it. Yves told you that you are welcome to eat as much as you want (within reason, it has a ridiculously high sodium content). Whether you like eating it or not, it was astonishing that he could replace it as soon as it's finished despite needing to pay an exorbitant amount for a container the size of your palm.

And he associated that overpriced spoonful of fish eggs with the dawn of a new era and the end of his horror-filled years. His life wasn't perfect when he first tried it, far from it actually. He still gets assaulted, spat on, molested, and insulted straight to his face, more so due to his new career as a budding fashion model. But it was a change, an overall positive change.

Despite first trying it at a mansion owned by a syndicate of influential Oligarchs who hire conventionally beautiful people and commit unspeakable acts against them, caviar became a symbol of hope. Yves, disheveled, drugged beyond belief, and covered in bruises, cuts, and disgusting fluids, managed to slip out of the room where the torture happened. His own disorganized thoughts drowned out the screams of his colleagues and the cheers of the rich, Yves was on a mission.

He somehow maneuvered his way through the hallways without being detected by staff or other members, finding his way to one of the private chambers. It was occupied an hour ago, as shown by the mildly displaced chairs and empty crystal glasses.

Even under the influence of substances, his first instinct wasn't necessarily to run away. It was to rob them of everything they had, watches, jewelry, shoes, bags- anything he could get his sticky hands on. God, he so badly wanted to own their wardrobe. The rings looked dazzling on his fingers, and the purses fit right around his arm.

Then his bloodshot, dilated eyes landed on the glass table.

An open bottle of champagne half filled; in Yves's eyes, half-empty. A tray with something he only heard of, but never seen. A tin filled with numerous, tiny black spheres accompanied by a plate of Blinis and an intricate bowl of creme fraiche, and a couple of lemon wedges.

His hands trembled as he stumbled towards the glistening set. These are what the rich and powerful eat. He thought to himself. Yves didn't understand the fondness towards these. Tastewise, he didn't find anything particularly exciting or great. Statuswise...

For a minute, just a mere minute, Yves felt like he was at the top of the world. Yves ate what his 'masters' ate.

It didn't matter that he got caught after, it didn't matter he was made an example of by being urinated in front of an audience, beaten unconscious, and had a skull fracture. For a moment, he was their equal. And this will be the last time he will be disrespected to this level.

He escaped with enough stolen goods to buy his way out of his hell.

And he stole a coveted tin of caviar for himself.

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propertyofwhitney67 · 3 months

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Dark Whitney Imagine pt2

Words: 768

Tw: dead dove do not eat, angst, death, dead body, funeral, violence, murder, drinking mention

Note: I decided to write another fucked up thing for my 200 followers mark. Thank you guys so much <3. An ambiguous ending I guess, I couldn't bear to write that ending

The idea, pt 1, the aftermath

He stared at your body in shock, tears running down his face. His hands shook as he pulled you out of the shallow grave, holding you close to his chest.

He doesn’t know how long he sat there, holding your body, but it was now dusk. He kissed your forehead and placed you back into the shallow grave, promising to come back for you.

It was dark when he made it back into town, and he debated on whether to go to the police or not. The cops would be no help, no justice would be served by their hands. But at least you would get a proper burial, hopefully at least. They could at least do that, right?

The man at the front desk took his report with a blank face, not caring that you were dead out in the moor. He told Whitney they would recover the body and call your caretaker to identify you.

Whitney later found out Bailey wanted justice, which was shocking to the bully. But of course it was only because he lost a big moneymaker, but at least with him demanding it it would get done. Those sick fucks will face justice for what they did to you.

The funeral was one of the hardest things for Whitney. All your friends and business partners attended to pay their respects and say goodbye. He wore his best suit, the one you always made fun of him for wearing. “You look so stupid.”, you’d say while laughing. It brought a sad smile to his face as they lowered your casket.

Everyone tossed flowers onto the casket, all with different meanings, not that they knew them. You always talked about flowers, how much they were worth, the care they needed, and their meanings. Whitney brought a couple of flowers, they didn’t match and looked odd together. Some people gave him weird looks, but he didn’t care, he knew what they meant. A white lily for renewal and rebirth, a pink carnation for remembrance, and of course a red rose for love.

Whitney stayed long after everyone left, only he and Kylar were left. There was an understanding between the two. They both love-loved you, but in different ways. Kylar stalked and kidnapped you, wanting to keep you hidden from the world. Whitney bullied and pimped you out, wanting to hold power over you. In their own sick ways, they loved you. But now you’re gone.

He kept harassing Bailey for information on your killers till finally, one day, Bailey told him. He had a lead on three people, one woman and two men. He welcomed Whitney to help, for a price of course. He had to make some kind of money out of all of this.

Bailey introduced him to a man named Wren. This man is supposed to know where your killers are and is more than willing to help. Apparently he knew you too, “A strong one they were, it’s a shame.” was all he said with a hard face and sad eyes.

It was mostly a blur, but when the fog cleared, Whitney stood over one of the men with Wren’s gun in his hand. “Take your time, nobody’s going to find them anyway.” That was all it took from Wren for Whitney to lose it. Beating the man with the butt of the gun repeatedly, caving his face in. Wren let Whitney take out all his anger and grief on them.

Whitney finally collapsed after beating all three of your killers to death, or at least to the brink of it. His adrenaline wearing off and leaving him exhausted. Wren patted a bloody Whitney on the shoulder and took the gun back, “You did good.”

He was never the same after your death. He was so angry at himself for not taking you with him to college or not coming back sooner. You were his true love, the only one that actually understood him. Now you’re gone and he has nothing.

Whitney tries to fight his demons, but in the end they win. He hates to disappoint you, even in death, but he can’t help it. He goes back to old ways, drinking heavily, getting into fights, and sleeping around, trying to fill the hole that you left. He never loves another, no one could ever compare to you.

He forgets his promise to you, to better himself, to get out of this town and pursue his dreams. The only thing he wants to do is get you back, but you’re never coming back and he can’t live without you…

𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

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mara-xx217 · 10 months

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Ending H (Fear & Hunger) Ch. 6- Promises, Promises

"The texts are badly damaged and stained with a mystery substance... Only some of it remains legible-"

Warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Rape/Noncon, Rumpelstiltskin-esque Deal, Somnophilia, Breeding, Forced Pregnancy, Kidnapping

A TALE OF THE POCKETCAT

WHY ONE SHOULD NEVER STRIKE DEALS WITH THE GREEN HUE

CHAPTER ONE

The dark, dank walls of the dungeon of Fear & Hunger threatened to close in around you. There was no escaping the depravity that threatened to consume you with every step that you took. There was no way out for you, so you despaired and you wept. Your suffering was so sweet to all the denizens of the dark… It brought unwanted and uncanny attention to your moment of weakness.

A pair of luminous yellow eyes appeared in the bleak dark before you. A Cheshire grin split the maw of the darkness, a row of sharp, neat teeth shone against an unknown source.

“Ahhh… what do we have here?~” A man dressed in a fine suit- certainly inappropriate for a place such as this!- knelt before you, his curious yellow eyes seeming to shine in spite of the near total darkness of the dungeon. He seemed tall- too tall- yet his affable demeanor had your guard lowering.

“Are you lost, new friend?” You found yourself nodding. This dark was too much for any one person to handle at all, let alone by their lonesome…

“I see, I see…” He mused to him as he nodded. His eyes never seemed to blink or waver from you. It was unsettling.

“It is no fun to be lost in any place and certainly no fun in a place such as this!” You nodded once more, the tears in your eyes threatening to fall down your face. A gloved hand gently catches one of the tears as it overflowed from one of your eyes.

“No tears, dear friend…” His curled forefinger stroked your cheek as he inspected his tear stained glove. “Isn’t it unbecoming of an adventurer like you?”

The question had you pausing. Perhaps it was… but it wasn’t an accusatory question. Merely an exploratory one. You struggled to find your voice, as fear still had a hold on your throat and your heart.

“I… Can you help me…? I- I wish to be free of this place a-and I-“ The masked gentleman hummed softly to himself. He placed his hand in one of his pockets.

“Oh? You would ask help of a stranger you scarely know? We haven’t even exchanged names yet!” He feigned hurt and surprise, something that wasn’t lost on you. You hang your head in shame.

“Chin up, old fellow! This does have an easy remedy…” He chuckled to himself. You nodded eagerly.

“My name is Pocketcat! And yours…?” You told him your true name. You see his eyes light up in recognition.

“Ahh yes yes! Indeed, it could be my old imagination, but have we met before? Perhaps in another lifetime?” He seemed far too eager for your liking but you simply nodded in agreement.

“Oh what a joyous occasion!” He clasped his hands together in glee. His pupils were pinpricks and his mouth seemed wider than it did before. Or maybe it’s just your imagination.

“This is a special occasion indeed…” Pocketcat mused to himself. He seemed to be looking you up and down, his arm shifting ever so slightly in place. It made you uncomfortable.

“For a friend, I certainly would do anything…” You found his face.

“…however even a friend would have to compensate me fairly.” Your heart sank in your chest. You believe to have nothing of worth- likely nothing of worth to him! What shall you do?!

“Oh…? What’s this? Perhaps you have nothing to give… Is that right?” Hesitantly you nodded. You have nothing on you to give him- nothing that he would want. Or so you believe. Pocketcat rests his chin on his other hand and hums thoughtfully.

“Well… this is unfortunate indeed!” He almost seems sad that you had nothing to give him. Yet even as he appears to think to himself on this set of circumstances, his eyes cut right through you and a decision seems to have been made without your consent.

“I, for one, am not the kind of man that forgets what is owed…” Tears well in your eyes once more.

“…though-

-I could make an exception for an exceptional friend.” The words chilled you, or perhaps it was the way his moonish eyes have never left your person in the slightest. You couldn’t help but to feel hope well in your bosom.

“Would you?! Oh- Please! Please, sir Pocketcat!” You clasped your hands together, your lower lip trembling as you spoke. “Please free me from this terrible place!” You begged and you pleaded, an act that had the old cat taking an even greater shine to you than he already did. His mind was already made up, as was yours.

“Chin up, old friend! There is no need for that!” He ushered you to stand and you did so upon his instance.

“I will help you leave this dreadful place.” Again your eyes shine with hope as all the possibilities of your life flash before you.

“...as long as you promise me one thing!”

“Yes, yes! Anything! Anything to flee this place!” He laughs a little, catty and something that has your skin crawling.

“Oh? But I haven’t even shared my proposal!” You didn’t care but he elaborated all the same.

“I only ask of you a simpl-

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-always needs to be capitalized on in the end. It was a matter of time and the time had long since come and passed for the debt owed to be paid-

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-form was just as he remembered it. He turned you on your stomach with ease and climbed over you. A thrill ran down his spine. Yes, he has waited far too long for this, he thinks…

You would give him the child he sought, one way or another…

Pocketcat pulled down the sheets and raised your nightshirt. You were what he’s been waiting for all these years… As an old friend, you would understand that this must be done, wouldn’t you?

After all… You knew the toll and you accepted it wholeheartedly…

Pocketcat crawled onto your bed and hummed softly to himself. He doesn’t wish to cause you any pain or anguish… After all, he does care so deeply for you, just as you certainly do. He will make this quick, for your sake, he promises silently.

One

Two

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It was uncouth of him to salivate so but how could he possibly stop? It should have been expected that you would be so utterly perfect underneath him… Perhaps the two of you truly were star crossed lovers once upon a time, in another lifetime. It certainly feels like the truth, with him a top you, snug and warm in your pleasant wetness that seemed to grow with each bump of his hips…

“Yes…! Oh yes, my dear… How I love you so…!” Pocketcat softly cried into your hair. Stiff barbs coaxed a shudder out of you, one that the tall gentleman mimicked as a rush overtook him.

It wasn’t enough.

More-

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“-se stop…”

Your cries went on deaf ears. You reached out for help but it was all in vain. Pocketcat interlaced his fingers with your own.

“Don’t cry friend! It will be all over soon…!~” An empty promise that fell on deaf ears. It didn’t dry your tears and it didn’t cease the pain inflicted onto you, nor did it shelter you from the inevitable pleasure that accompanied your torment.

Deeper and deeper still, you would be filled until swollen. One way or another, you would fulfill the bargain that was struck all those years ago.

Burrs left you raw and stimulated. You were plugged up and filled to bust. He wouldn’t pull away until it had taken hold. Pocketcat purred as he stroked your sweat and tear stained hair.

“So good… So very good… You’ll give me exactly what I seek…”

It would time time and time still, but the Pocketcat would receive the gift that was promised to him in the dank dark of Fear & Hunger. Waiting mattered not to him. He was a patient old cat and some more waiting would do him no harm. At least now he wouldn’t wait all alone anymore…

You will be at his side, heavy with child- his child. When he will be born, you will still be at his side, perpetually swollen with his seed and giving him what was owed over and over again, no matter how much you scream or how often you try to-

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Ending H- Promises, Promises

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allzelemonz · 7 months

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Rebound: Dutch Van der Linde X Male Reader

Fictober Prompt: Day 15, Noncon/Rape Pronouns: None Mentioned, Reader referred to as ‘boy’ and ‘man’ and holds a generally masculine mindset given the circumstances Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Rape, grief, drinking, mentions of Annabelle’s death, unhealthy coping mechanisms, hints of victim blaming because Dutch is an ass, threats, semi-public sex, hand jobs, anal fingering, anal sex, marking, neck kissing, slight cum fixation, vomiting, crying, Dutch is such a bad person in this one dude, shifting perspective Summary: After losing someone he loves, Dutch drinks to forget and gets an idea in his drunken mind when he spots a man he likes the look of.

The drinks make his head fuzzy. Dutch has long sent Hosea back to camp, wanting nothing more than to drink by himself until the sun comes up. All he could see was her lying dead on the grass, dignity nowhere left. For a while all he could do was hold her, then all he wanted was kill Colm for doing this. But the drinks help. The drinks let him think of other things. Anything but her.

And that’s why his eyes wander to a man he sees on the street when he stumbles out of the saloon.

The bartender had kicked him out for some reason, he doesn’t remember why. But it doesn’t matter now. He doesn’t need drinks when he can have someone like that. Someone to fuck hard between the buildings of the sickening little town to take his mind off of…

So he follows the man, his head still fogged and his steps uneasy, but he lumbers along well enough to turn the corner just a few feet behind the man. A sober Dutch wouldn’t admit that he may have done this before, a drunk Dutch almost craves it. And even with such an unkempt head, Dutch knows a man doesn’t expect this to happen and that’s what makes it easy. As they walk, the other man pays him no mind, likely writing him off as just another drunk. Dutch only just has the sense not to chuckle to himself.

Doesn’t even have a gun on ‘em.

Before the man can get to the end of the alley, Dutch gets his wrist and pulls him back harshly. Even drunk, Dutch is a relatively graceful man, able to shove the other man against the wall before he’s even registered what’s happened. He exclaims, struggling against Dutch’s grip and body now pressed against him, but he stills when Dutch presses his gun into the man’s ribs.

“Best not ta move…” Dutch mutters, his voice with hardly any sense of soberness.

“Mister-”

Dutch twists the man’s arm behind his back, pulling enough to bring pain to the shoulder. The man gets the message, only whimpering a bit from the pain

And it hurts. Fuck, does it hurt. Maybe it’s the hard wood you’re pressed against, maybe it’s the gun barrel pressed into your skin, or maybe it’s the clear feeling of your assailant’s dick rubbing into your ass. Everything makes you feel small and helpless, the shock hardly helps. Getting robbed, you might expect that, but a man pinning you to a wall and…

The gun withdraws, his hand returning to fumble at your pants.

Your breath hitches and fear takes over your mind. This… this isn’t supposed to happen. Not-

“It’ll be over before ya know it, my dear.”

His voice makes you shiver, his breath hot against your neck, and a second later you almost feel the need to scream as his fingers wrap around your dick.

He’ll kill you. He’ll bring that gun back out and shoot you if you scream, maybe if you just fight. All of this is too much, you can’t think…

To your horror, your dick hardens in calloused hands, the feeling overriding the situation. The man lets your arm go in favor of using the hand to shove your pants down. The cool air feels terrible against your thighs and your body feels like it’s betraying you with the desire your hips seem to have in thrusting into the man’s hand.

A yelp escapes when you feel his fingers shove their way inside. His fingers are big, slicked lightly with something wet, and it makes you feel like puking. The movements are fast, desperate in the attempt to stretch your hole open. At least he decided to do it rather than just forcing his…you rest your head against the wall in front of you, not wanting to think about the man’s hands, let alone his dick.

But Dutch has never been more transfixed.

The man’s dick is heavy in his hand, hardened and wetted with beads of precum. His hole is so tight and warm, but Dutch works it open with so much ease it’s like his fingers were meant to fuck his man. God, what might this feel like around his dick. The man shivers beneath him, looking smaller than he did, like the actions are making him shrink. And Dutch loves it.

He retracts his fingers to pull himself from his pants, unable to wait much longer. His motions are stumbling as he endeavors to keep pumping the other man’s dick and making sure he’s solidly against the wall. But he gets himself lined up and the feeling when he pushes inside nearly sobers him. It’s so tight, so damn hot, and the man’s efforts to keep quiet run straight to his ears in the form of little whimpers and stifled sobs. So Dutch fucks him as hard as he can, his mind far from all of his trouble as ecstasy and liquor swim through it. The man trembles under Dutch, releasing over Dutch’s furiously pumping hand and whining as Dutch keeps using him. Both hands on the man’s hips now, Dutch presses him flush with the wall and fucks to the whiskey’s content.

And the pleasure that hits him is more than any he’s ever felt. He buries himself into the man, filling him with his release as he bites into the man’s neck to leave marks in his skin. The man breathes heavily, shaking under Dutch’s touch as the bite turns to kisses and Dutch milks himself for every drop as he relishes in the tight heat of the other man. He almost doesn’t want to let him go but he doesn’t have the clear mind to use his silver tongue and charm. Sweet talk and manipulation won’t work now, so he pulls out and tucks himself away.

He only lingers for a moment, looking at the man as he shakes against the wall, seemingly too scared to move. Dutch’s eyes trail down his body to the trickles of cum leaking out and down his legs. Mesmerized, Dutch steps forwards, trails his fingers over the streaks all the way up, and pushes it back inside the man’s hole. The whimper that follows would threaten to make Dutch hard again if not for the liquor stifling him. He fingers the fucked out hole for a while, pushing his cum back inside until he gets bored of it.

Then he leans forward, pressing a kiss to the man’s cheek, and walks away.

You stand still for a while, feeling sick and dizzy and broken. Your hands shake when you reach down for your pants, but before you can fasten them, The feeling of bending over sends shocks to your head and nausea swims. You throw up over the wall. It mixes with the splatter of your cum and you can’t keep your legs steady, falling back on your sore ass in the dirt. You heave for a few breaths, trying to catch up, tears working their way from your eyes in the process.

It’s a long time before you can wiggle your pants up, even longer before you can make yourself stand on shaky legs.

That man… you shiver at the thought.

That man. Dutch smiles.

#dead dove fic #tw dead dove #tw assault #tw r@pe #tw dark themes #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #red dead redemption x reader #red dead redemption x male reader #x reader #x male reader #dutch van der linde #dutch van der linde x reader #dutch van der linde x male reader #fictober #kinktober

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manticore-fangs · 13 days

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i just wanna say. if you have the “dead dove do not eat” tagged block, but yet you still CLICK to see the post. that’s your fault. sorry not sorry.

#dead dove do not eat #tw dead dove

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hailuchiha · 5 days

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Unhappy Accident

DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT

!! MINORS DNI !!

!! 18 + NSFW CONTENT!!

!! ALL characters involved are ADULTS ; NO minor characters!!

Summary: Sasuke returned home early from a mission and overheard strange sounds. He saw something that he can never forget.

prompt filled for this anon ask

incest; sibling incest; some drama; accidental voyeurism; smut; surprise/shock; funny/notfunny; can be read as a comedy of sorts lol; if you like seeing sasuke suffer; only all uchiha 'kids' are suffering 1st hand embarrassment;

Unhappy Accident

Sasuke was eager to get home and get all the grime and dirt off of himself. While he'd finished the mission earlier than expected, it didn't mean it had been a walk in the park.

After giving mission report to the Hokage, he quickly made his way home. It didn't surprise him to come to an empty house and not even having his mother around. His father was busy as the head of the police chief, and his mother also kept herself busy with various activities or local missions. As for his older siblings, they were probably off on their own missions or relaxing with somewhere in the village if they had a day off.

Sasuke had just placed his shoes on the stand near the entrance and exchanged them for house slippers when he heard a muffled crash from above. His immediate reaction wasn't to go on alert mode, as he figured one of his siblings was up in their room and had simply knocked something over. Although, he did think it was weird, as both of them weren't the careless type...

After a moment, he heard a faint groan- definitely big sister- before some weird shuffling came through. Then there was another thud and he could tell something fell to the floor, followed by a pained whine from her.

Till now, Sasuke had frozen in place as he heard the sounds. But curiosity and fear made him rush soundlessly up the stairs. Big sister may not usually be careless, but whatever she was doing now could get her hurt. What if she already was hurt and just had nobody to come to her aid?

To his surprise the sounds were coming from Itachi's room. What was she doing in there?

Ignoring the warning signals in his head telling him to slow down, he rushed in, calling out her name. After all, this was his sister. If there was an intruder, Sasuke was more than capable of dealing with him or her.

"Big sister are you-!"

Only, once he stormed into the room, he couldn't really figure out what was going on.

Or, more accurately, his mind didn't immediately want to comprehend what he was seeing.

For one, he'd been wrong. Big sister wasn't the only one home- big brother was too.

They were both sprawled on Itachi's futon, the sheets messed about around them, and vase lay broken where it had crashed down from the low table near their feet.

Oh, and they were also completely naked.

They all stared at each other- Sasuke from Itachi to their sister, and them both looking at him- in silent horror for a long moment.

Then, without breaking eye contact, Itachi resumed thrusting, as if daring Sasuke to say something. Sasuke caught a glimpse of panic on his sister's face, before she bit her lip and hid her face against Itachi's shoulder, who was blanketing her with his body, her hands rested on his broad shoulders.

"Close the door on your way out, Sasuke," Itachi's voice sounded calm if not for the slight strain.

Without a word and unable to even blink, Sasuke slowly backed out of the room, remembering only at the last moment to reach out with a trembling hand and shut the door behind him.

A few minutes later, he was stood under the hot stream of the shower, staring blankly at the wall, trying to ignore his aching cock which refused to go down since the moment his mind had caught up with what his eyes had seen his siblings doing.

"Fucking hell," he muttered, turning the knob all the way to cold. He shuddered violently, felt his teeth begin to chatter, but it was worth it. He really didn't wanna touch himself to images of them doing it of all people.

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valenlovers · 3 months

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Pretty boys deserve chunks bitten out of them <3

#<3 i'm thinking about... you!#yandere #tw yandere #yanblr #valenlovers is in love #obsessive thoughts #tw dead dove #paraphilia #yandere community #tw cannibalism #boys r on the mind #brain rot of the century is eating boys #fuck i just think boys r yummy ugh

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aurorawritestoescape · 4 months

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THE BURGLARY

written with @milla-frenchy

Pairing: burglar!Joel Miller x f!reader x burglar!Tommy Miller

Summary: two men break into your house and take more than just your valuables.

TW: 18+ mdni. DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT. NON-CON. Smut. Violence, suffocation, knife/gun play, penetration with a gun, mfm, bondage, degradation, praise, oral (male receiving), a depraved game, butt and pussy slapping, unprotected piv, creampies, cum eating, swearing.

Word count: 4,6k

A/n: @milla-frenchy and I wrote this fic as our contribution to Dead Dove December by @romana-after-dark. Romana, thank you for hosting this amazing event celebrating dark fic! @milla-frenchy I had so much fun writing with you! I love you, baby!❤️🫂Dividers by @saradika-graphics

If you’re sensitive to any of the warnings, do not read the fic! We don’t condone the actions of the characters. It is all fictional!

MILLA’S MASTERLIST | MY MASTERLIST

You’re standing in front of the bathroom mirror, the sound of water filling the tub is calming and hypnotizing. You’re wearing nothing but a pink robe, soft and warm. You untie it and open it wide before your gaze travels down to your breasts. You cup them gently and rub the nipples with your thumbs. They perk up at the touch and you flutter your eyes shut as the waves of arousal are spreading through every nerve in your body. One hand leaves your breast and glides down to caress your tummy and then mound. You dip your finger in between your folds and swirl it around your slightly wet clit. When you open your eyes, the mirror reflects your blown pupils back to you. You contemplate getting your vibrator from the drawer and using it in the bath. Your husband is away on a business trip and he won’t be back for a few more days but the idea of waiting for him to satisfy your desire excites you so you take a deep breath trying to calm down.

You take the robe off and hang it next to the sinks. You turn around, come up to the already full tub and bend over to check the water temperature. This is when he grabs you.

The iron grip of his hand is holding your wrists behind your back. His bulge is pushing in between your naked asscheeks. He’s big and strong and you’re helpless against him. He’s keeping you bent over the full bath and then pushes your torso down. Your head is submerged in the tub and you scream and thresh about but your cries are completely silenced by the water suffocating you. Your attempts to break free are fruitless. His fist is clenching your hair and it burns like hell but the pain in your burning lungs overshadows everything else. You’re trying to free yourself from his hold, to kick him and push him away but his beastly strength doesn’t let you.

You’re about to black out when he lifts your head by your hair and your mouth finally takes a life-giving breath. You cough and cry trying to get as much oxygen as he lets you and exclaim, “No, no, stop it, please!”

He growls and pulls your torso up and flush against his chest. You’re covered in water droplets, already cold and shivering but for another reason. The stranger might kill you and the thought makes you tremble and beg for mercy,

“I’ll give you everything, I’ll do anything! Pls let me go..”

You’re crying and screaming but he’s deaf to your pleas. You feel his breath on your cheek and he bites it. He doesn’t break the skin but the pain makes you wail. The man shakes your body and laughs, “Silly girl, the louder you scream the harder it’ll make me.”

Your back is pressed to his broad chest and your whole body is shaking as if electricity is going through every part of you.

“I saw you touching yourself, little slut. Made me hard like a rock,” he bucks his hips into your ass and you feel his clothed hard-on. “I coulda just taken what I wanted and left. But now I think I’ll take this pussy too.” He slaps your mound a little harder than a lover would and a whine escapes your lips.

“Started without me?”

You feel even more terrified if it’s even possible when you hear another voice.

“Nah, just gave this pretty slut a wash. Don't wanna touch her husband's crusted cum on her. We gonna leave our own.”

“Right, brother.” They laugh and you feel you might be sick. It can’t be happening. The sobs are shaking your body as you’re trying to turn your head to the side so you could see the new man.

“Please, let me go,” you plead, hoping the other intruder will be kinder to you.

The first attacker yanks your whole body to the side, turning you away from the tub so you’d face the second man. Your tears make his image blurry, resembling a dark shadow. He’s wearing all black and his face is hidden behind a balaclava. He sounds younger than the other one and is not as huge but he’s still bigger than you. He comes up close, takes your wet cheeks between his gloved fingers and pushes making your lips pout. You mewl and they both laugh. His other hand darts to your mound and he grabs your pussy squeezing your flesh with his harsh fingers. You whine and he looks at the other attacker over your shoulder, “She’s so soft and pretty. Can’t wait to use her.”

His accomplice hums in agreement, pressing his covered chin to your cheek and rubbing your delicate skin with the material of his mask, “need her to open the safe first.”

The second man agrees and steps out of the way while you’re being pushed to the door and into the master bedroom. You walk clumsily but as soon as you reach the doorframe you push all your weight to the side making your capturer crash into the door. Startled for a moment he eases his grip on you and you launch forward. The wetness of your body helps you to slip out of his hands and you’re running out of the room and along the hall crying for help as loud as you can.

Thoughts rush through your head as you realize that you need to get out of the house. So you race to the stairs but as soon as you reach them a hand grips your hair and pulls you back. It hurts and you try to break free but the man overpowers you with ease, drops his weight on you and you both fall on the floor. He grumbles and you realize that it’s the second intruder. He grabs your hands and ties your wrists behind your back with a rope.

“Stop, please, no!” you cry out, feeling pain in your scalp and body but the ache is dull as all your senses are fully focused on survival.

“Slippery bitch!” the younger man spits out and having restrained your hands, sits up on the back of your thighs panting heavily. He slaps your naked asscheek and you sob, tears soaking the carpet.

You hear steps and the first man comes up to you from the side. “Nice try, little slut,” he mocks you, pushing your shoulder lightly with the tip of his black boot. He orders to take you back to the bedroom.

You’re sitting on the floor in front of the safe in your walk-in closet. The men are towering behind you not afraid of you running away as your hands are securely restrained and you look and feel exhausted from the nerves and your attempts to break free.

The bigger man crouches next to you and his gloved fingers grasp your hair. Like a puppeteer he turns your head to him and rumbles, “Password, sweetie.” You begin saying the numbers immediately not seeing the point in protecting your valuables while your life is at stake.

“Please, take everything, just let me go… please,” you beg with a shaking voice but a carnal grin flashes in the opening of his balaclava and panic grips your heart.

“Open your pretty mouth, sweetheart,” he coos at you with a fake care as the other man chuckles and you see him bringing a knife to your face. It looks like a switchblade. You start pleading and crying again, horrifying images flooding your mind. Not waiting for you to calm down, the intruder turns the knife handle up and inserts it into your mouth.

“Hold it,” he orders, “just imagine it’s your husband’s dick. Bite it real hard, I’m sure you’re mad at him for leaving you alone now.”

He pushes your head down to the safe and you bend over awkwardly trying not to fall, knife between your teeth.

You hear the other man’s voice, “Press the buttons for us, princess, come on,” his voice is soft but it makes your hair stand up.

You sob and the knife nearly falls out of your mouth but you clench your teeth around it more tightly and bring the blade to the buttons.

“That’s our girl,” the first man mumbles, as his hand in your hair keeps you from falling.

You push the numbers with the tip of the blade and hear beeps. “You have a nice ass, baby,” the second intruder comments, apparently ogling your butt while you are bending over. You hear a click of the safe door and they push you out of the way hurrying to get their hands on the things they came for. At least you hope they came just for that.

You look up at them, wondering what they're going to do to you. You still hope they will leave, now that you've opened the safe for them.

You try not to panic and focus on your breathing. You can see their dark eyes through the openings of their balaclavas. They look at each other communicating without a word, and then the bigger one turns to you.

“How much time do we have?” he asks his accomplice, his gaze locked with yours.

“Half an hour, easy,” the other man replies.

Your hairs stand up and your breath catches in your throat. You feel that your brain is trying to convince itself that they are not going to hurt you more. You don't dare imagine what they are capable of.

The younger one grabs you by both arms and forces you to get up.

“We have plenty of time to have a little fun,” he laughs, dragging you towards your bedroom. You try to resist, but in vain. He turns around and pushes you against the wall. His hand grips your throat and you watch him in fear as he removes his balaclava. He has brown, shoulder-length wavy hair, and a mustache. The fact that he is uncovering his face terrifies you. These men don't care if you can describe them, and you wonder if you will make it out alive.

He brings his face closer to yours, to the point where your noses could touch, and leans his pelvis against you. You feel his hard cock on your lower belly and the last hope your mind was trying to cling to is now gone. He tilts his head to the side and smiles, looking at you. You hear his brother laugh behind him and say “you’re a fuckin’ psycho, Tommy.” He takes off his balaclava as well, and his face appears behind his brother. He has short, brown hair, a light beard and a mustache. You try to memorize their faces, in case you can describe them to the police. Later.

That “later” fades away when Tommy moves closer to your cheek and slowly licks his way to your cheekbone. You start shaking like a leaf and he laughs, unties your hands behind your back, and grabs your arm before tugging you after him. He pushes you onto the bed, where you fall on your back.

You try to get up, but the other man pulls a gun out of the back of his jeans and points it at you,

“You’re starting to piss me off, sweetheart, so I’m gonna set things straight. We'll fuck you and then we’ll leave. If you struggle, you'll turn us on even more. If you scream, we'll fuck you harder. Do I make myself clear?”

His icy voice, his words stop you and you lie down again. He hands the gun to Tommy and says “I’m gonna need my hands.”

You widen your eyes when he unzips his jeans and pulls out his cock. Thick. Much too big.

“Oh, sweetie, judging by your reaction, your husband has a small dick,” he says, laughing again. His brother chuckles too and adds, “She’s so not ready for our cocks, Joel.” He grabs your legs and pulls them towards him to lay you down.

Joel approaches the bed, slowly jerking off, and kneels on the bed at your side, before bringing his cock closer to your face, “Now you’re gonna suck me off, sweetheart. And after any dumb move from you, my brother will blow your brains out, ok?”

You nod. Your only hope now is that they end this quickly. You try to put aside another source of anxiety that is gnawing at your heart - their uncovered faces.

Joel taps your face with his cock twice before you part your lips slightly, and he says "Sweetie, open wide, or it ain’t gonna fit". You hold back the tears that are stinging your eyes, and you open your mouth wider. He slides the tip into your mouth, and you round your lips around it. He doesn't wait any longer, and sinks into you, holding your head in his hands.

He stops halfway down his member, then pulls back, before thrusting in with one stroke, making you choke. You hear Tommy laugh and can no longer hold back your tears as panic overtakes you and amplifies your suffocation. “Stop it, Tommy, you’re scaring the little thing!” Joel says with a chuckle.

He pulls out of your mouth and releases your head, and you feel Tommy get between your thighs. You murmur, “No, please”, but Joel adds, “Come on, sweetheart, my little brother needs to get his dick wet, too, right?”

Tommy rubs his cock against your folds, then against your clit. His tip rubs it several times, and to your horror you feel your pussy getting wet.

“Little slut is so wet for our cocks, Joel, can you believe it?”

“They always are. All fuckin’ whores.”

Tommy pulls back a little and looks at his cock, before slowly pushing it into your pussy, and growls "Fuck...she's tight, man." You wince as you feel your folds parted.

“Point your gun at her. I’m gonna fuck her throat, I don’t want her to do anything stupid.”

Tommy cocks his gun at your head and starts fucking you, thrusting deeper. Joel grabs your temples with his hands again, and his erect cock sinks in your mouth. He grips your head tighter, and quickly fucks your mouth, grunting. Your saliva pools against his member, and he is thrusting deeper and deeper, at the same pace as his brother is fucking your pussy. His cock hits the back of your throat, and he suddenly pauses, holding your nose pressed against his pubes.

“Don’t move, sweetie.”

You try to calm down, your mind in shock at what’s happening to you. In your home, where you should be safe. He finally pulls away, before thrusting in again, yet not going all the way to your throat.

“You’re taking us good, baby”, Tommy says, leaning over you and pressing his nose to your neck, the gun against your temple.

Still fucking your mouth, Joel tells his brother,“Stretch her with the gun. The handle. Let’s see if her little pussy can take it. Afraid I’ll split her in two with my cock.”

You want to scream, your mouth full of Joel’s cock, but only a vague moan leaves your mouth.

“And I’m the psycho?” Tommy laughs, pulling out and sitting up.

Joel pulls out too, and moves away from you with his hard cock in his hand, watching Tommy position the handle of the gun at your entrance with one gloved hand, and pressing your stomach with the other to hold you against the bed. He pushes gently and you cry out, “No, please stop, it won’t fit!”

“We’ll make it fit. You’re wet enough to take it.”

He keeps pushing, and the tip of the handle sinks into you.

“Say ‘thank you’ to Tommy for stretching you, sweetheart.”

You feel like you're going to pass out. You look at their faces, their eyes fixed on your pussy dilated around the gun, and you try to relax. A part of you wants to rebel and fight, but the other one takes over, knowing that you have no way out of this.

“Look, Joel, she's dripping. Good that we’re using the handle, she woulda ruined the barrel with her wetness,” Tommy comments and they laugh again degrading you.

“Ok, pull it out. She’s ready. Gonna fuck her now”, Joel says and adds, “Get on all fours.”

You don't move, too scared at the idea of what happens next, and Tommy points the muzzle at your forehead. Your tears start to fall again and you finally turn around, exposing your ass to Joel and standing on your hands and knees on the bed.

“I forgot that you had such a nice ass, sweetie!”

“Please… don’t do that”, you whimper with sobs in your voice.

“Don’t worry. I’m not gonna damage your ass. Don’t have the time for that. There’s one more thing we’ll have to do, after we’re done with you.”

You don't have time to ask or even think what they want to do next, Tommy is already on the bed pressing his cock against your mouth. Joel grabs your hips with his hands, and thrusts into you in one swift move. You suffocate under the intrusion, and Tommy pushes his cock in between your lips.

“Come on, baby, be a good girl and let me fuck this wet hole of yours,” Joel mumbles opening your thighs wider and begins fucking you with quick thrusts. Then he slides his hand down to your clit and you try to shake your head, but Tommy holds you tight, his cock buried in your mouth.

Joel coos at you, “Come on, sweetheart, wanna feel your pussy squeeze my big cock.”

You try to resist, but his finger slides against your clit perfectly. You tell yourself that it will end faster if he gets what he wants and let your mind retreat, and the emotions in your body take over. You feel your orgasm building, and your pussy begins to contract.

“Tommy… little slut is clenching my dick so hard, and she hasn't come yet”, he groans with a smile.

Tommy pulls your hair with his hand, and pushes his cock into your mouth one more time, before pulling out, gloved fingers clasped around his shaft. You moan, and cum on Joel's cock while your eyes roll back and your legs are shaking. He’s groaning, feeling your spasms around his cock, “Fuckin’ hell, little slut must be so bored with her husband.”

Tommy’s carnal gaze is sliding down your body and he looks manic when he lifts his eyes at Joel and asks with a smile, “wanna play like that time?”

Joel looks back at him, pulls out of your crying pussy and chuckles, “you’re fucking crazy, brother.”

“Why?” Tommy mumbles running his gloved hand through your messy hair. He looks right into your eyes drinking your fear and his cock twitches.

“The last one wanted it. This one looks too gentle.”

Tommy leans over you bringing his face so close you smell cigarettes on his breath and tells Joel,

“She might surprise us, brother. I’m sure she’s freaky. Aren’t you, princess?”

He grabs your pussy and you gasp. Your gaze darts to Joel who watches his brother’s fingers massage your wet folds and begins stroking his cock,

“Fuck, yeah, let’s do it. If she chokes my cock till I come… might spare her.”

You hear his words and sobs are about to break out of your chest but Tommy senses it and places his free hand over your mouth, “we’ll play one game, princess and then we’ll leave, deal?”

He’s waiting for the answer but you can’t agree without knowing what this psycho means so you just stare at him with fearful eyes.

He straightens up glancing at his brother, “Fuck, I forgot I don’t have to ask cos I have this,” he takes out a gun from his waistband and waves it at you.

“On your mark, brother,” he says to Joel and the bigger man grabs your legs and pulls you roughly on the bed towards him. His cock pushes between your folds and you moan.

“See! The whore loves it!” Tommy points at your with his gun, triumphant smile on his face and you feel a tip of a cock thrust into you. Joel’s huge member parts your folds again and you plead for him to stop but he doesn’t hold back as its head jams right into your cervix after a couple of deep and hard thrusts.

“Hey, hey, Joel. You’ll come too soon! Where’s fun in that?”

Joel pauses his movements deep inside you and you look at the men with confusion and fear twisting your face. What game are they going to play with you? And are you going to survive it?”

“Ready?” Tommy asks and you catch your breath waiting for the worst. Then Tommy leans down a little and slaps your pussy with his leathered palm, just a few inches from the place where his brother’s cock is buried deep inside you. You cry out when the pain catches you off guard and to your horror realize that it’s quickly mixing with pressure. Joel grunts shutting his eyes for a second and then opens them to glance at his brother, “Fuck, you were right. She’s squeezing me real good. Fucking chocking my cock, little slut.”

You sense your walls contract around his girthy length and you hate yourself for it. “That’s just one”, Tommy warns as he lands another blow to your tortured pussy. “Two,” he counts and you mewl, your eyes rolling back while Joel’s groaning through his teeth and plants his hands on the bed at your sides.

“What is it, brother? She’s so pretty and sweet that you’re about to come already?” Tommy mocks the man and Joel looks up at him with a pained and angry expression.

Tommy backs off with his hands in the air still chuckling and then comes back to slap your clit again.

As soon as he says, “Three” you feel warmth filling your pussy up as Joel is coming with a long growl grasping your hips leaving white marks on your soft skin. He starts thrusting into your core again pumping you full of his spend and you feel sick when your core is tightening. You won’t come. You won’t give it to him.

“Holy fuck, princess, you have a magic pussy. To make my bro bust a nut just after three slaps!” He laughs and takes your head in his hands kissing your mouth. First as a joke he pecks your lips but after parting from you for a second he comes back for more as his tongue pushes between your lips. You freeze when he’s stealing another part of you, licking into your mouth while his brother prolongs his climax with short thrusts into your swollen pussy.

Finally Tommy parts from you and straightens up grabbing his cock. “Fuck, Joel, my turn. This bitch is so hot.” He looks into your eyes while Joel pulls out his semi hard cock, and you feel his cum leaking out of your stretched hole and slide down to your asshole.

The men switch positions and now Joel is standing over you while Tommy gets on the bed between your shaking legs. He sits on his heels staring at your hole and says in a calm but stern voice, “Squeeze it out, princess.” It’s so sick that you’re blinking at him until suddenly he directs his gun at you and repeats his command a little louder, “I said squeeze out the cum, little slut!”

You swallow loudly and tighten your muscles. With a satisfied grin he’s watching a string of milky liquid flow out of your hole.

“We need to hurry up,” Joel rumbles, zipping up his pants.

“Yeah, yeah…” Tommy replies, seemingly deaf to his brother’s words, his gaze fully focused on your pussy.

Still having his gloves on he brings his hand to your folds and pushes two fingers into your hole. Then he takes them out and climbs over your body. Without a word be pushes the leathered digits between your lips,with an order, “Clean them up, princess.” You do as you’re told, tasting Joel’s bitter cum and leather on your tongue.

“Good slut,” Tommy half praises half degrades you watching your tongue swirl around his covered digits.

“Fuck, Tommy, come on!” Joel hurries up his brother and the younger man finally listens, gets between your thighs and pushes his cock in with a growl. He slides in easily, your pussy wet with Joel’s cum and stretched out well.

“Come on, baby, let’s win this thing,” he says and you mewl, knowing what’s coming next.

Joel’s hand hits your pussy harsher than Tommy’s and you jolt from the pain. The younger man is hissing through his teeth looking at your swollen reddish folds. He shivers and grips your hips tighter. “Fuck you’re choking my cock, baby!”

Joel doesn’t wait long to stroke you again and a tear slides down the side of your face. Tommy shuts his eyes tilting his head back and as another slap lands on your poor clit you moan and squeeze Tommy’s cock so well it pushes him over. His balls tighten and he shoots his cum deep inside your core. His seed mixes with Joel’s and it’s too much cum for your poor pussy so it leaks out of you in globs pushed out by Tommy’s cock still moving inside you. When he stills panting heavily, he pulls out and announces, “Three-three, bro! Guess we’re both suckers for her pussy”. He tucks his cock away hastily and when he’s ready he leans over your swollen mound and gives it a peck, whispering, “killer-pussy!”

Joel is already gathering the things they’re taking with them and you’re lying not moving a muscle wishing for them to forget about you and leave. But soon Joel comes up to the bed and you see a phone in his hand. He reaches to your face and you flinch, “Shhh, sweetheart, it’s gonna be over soon. Just wanna take a few photos, for the memories,” he mocks you with a smirk trying to fix your messy hair and wiping your face with his sleeve.

“Give me, I’ll do it,” Tommy appears from behind Joel taking the phone from his brother. He directs the camera at your face and commands, “Smile, princess, show us how happy you’re that we’re leaving.”

You smile weakly and he takes a few photos of you splayed on the bed, marks covering your skin. He makes you open your legs and takes a photo of your pussy leaking out their spend on your marital bed. Then he’s checking the photos and mumbles talking to you ,

“You’re a great fuck, princess. Can’t believe your asshole of a husband gets to have you whenever he wants…he’ll have a hard time filling your pussy after we stretched you that good,” he laughs and adds, “we might come back for more one day.” He says it in a seemingly benign manner looking into your eyes but you see a threat rooted in his words. “Keep your little mouth shut and forget our faces or these pictures of you will be everywhere. Surely your hubby will have to say bye-bye to his political career. You got me?” His gaze is serious and intent and you nod hastily.

Your heart is beating fast when you see Tommy take black bags from Joel. Will they keep their promise and leave you alive?

“Take care, princess,” you hear Tommy’s voice as he puts his balaclava back on and walks out of the door. Joel doesn’t say anything. With his face already covered he heads to the door, stops right outside and turns his head to you. He brings his gloved finger to his lips in a silent sign, and then leaves as quietly as he came.

Thank you for reading!

Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated!❤️

#joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #deaddovedecember2023 #joel miller x you #tommy miller x you #pedro pascal #dark joel miller #dark tommy miller #pedro pascal characters #joel miller #the last of us #tw noncon #tw dead dove #cw noncon #non con #dark fic

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Thank you for answering my ask. I'm so glad Eddie really is a serial killer. It absolutely makes everything darker but also EVEN more interesting to me that he didn't kill Steve, that he kept giving Steve choices(whether he would have respectfully followed those choices is questionable), and that he seems to find Steve interesting enough to play with again. I wonder if Steve would become Eddie's accomplice/ partner or just the guys Eddie fucks after a successful hunt.

Ooooo I think it would start off as the last part but Steve is clearly not as mentally well as he wants to come off as, so he’d likely end up joining Eddie in some shape or form. He’s just maybe the worst and meanest version of Steve 😂 and thank you! I wanted him to be secretly worse than anyone could imagine

#asks #lee asks #tw murder #tw death #tw dead dove

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xxshadowbabexx · 3 months

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Rapist!Price Headcanons

Warnings: Dead dove do not eat, rape, breeding, free use, drugging, somno, mind-break, abusive relationships, double penetration, lmk if I missed any

Rapist!Price who buys a sex machine so he gets to watch you cry and wail, creaming around the silicone cock :(

Rapist!Price who sometimes fucks you up the ass while the machine fucks your needy, dripping cunt :(

Rapist!Price who shares you with the 141, telling them you have a cnc kink and gagging you so you can’t deny his claims :(

Rapist!Price who slowly strokes himself while watching Gaz and Soap both penetrate your vagina :(

Rapist!Price Who keeps track of your ovulation cycles so that he can breed you better :(

Rapist!Price Who makes you play mother to the kids he stuffed you with :(

Rapist!Price Who never preps you for his long, girthy cock. Instead opting to push it into you dry, loving the tears that well up in your eyes :(

Rapist!Price Who sometimes treats you good. He cooks your favorite meals and watches your favorite shows with you. He plays into the illusion of a happy relationship while knowing that he’ll stuff all your holes tonight :(

Rapist!Price Who sometimes drugs you, timing it perfectly so that you wake up just as he spills hot semen into your womb :(

Rapist!Price Who tells you he loves you, and he truly thinks he means those words :(

Rapist!Price Who gets you to break, falling in love with him. You know you should hate him- know you didn’t ask for this. But how can you be mad when he makes you cum so much :(

#call of duty #john price x reader #captain john price #john price #captain price #tw rape #tw noncon #tw rap3 #tw dead dove #dead dove do not eat

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hellooo 🕊️ i’m looking for fandomless m/m rps (trans-inclusive) where i can write some gross men. think “obsessive rat bastard bordering-on-incel with a complex” esque men because that’s exactly the vibe i want to dig my teeth into. i’m literate and can usually shell out chunky multi-para replies. i don’t have many limits. like if you’re interested, and i’ll be in touch!

Like this post and the asker will reach out!

#roleplay #dead dove roleplay #roleplay ad #tw dead dove #literate rp #1x1 rp #mxm rp

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crookedkryptonitebeliever · 3 months

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Best and Worst of Both Worlds (Part 31)

Tw: heavy rape, blood, choking and dead dove do not eat, pain, violence, non con, vomit

Part 32

You woke up to the gentle sounds of ambient chatter. It's not unpleasant, but it was unexpected to have around ten people in your room at this moment.

You groaned and rubbed your eyes, turning around to see Yves elegantly sipping on a cup of steaming hot tea while watching you.

You saw him set his cup onto the saucer.

"Good morning, (name)." He greeted you.

You greeted him back with a croaky voice.

"You should always take a sip of water once you wake up. Where is your flask, dear?"

Oh. You forgot.

Yves has laid out instructions for you to refill your flask everyday with drinking water. You haven't done that since he left and now it's empty. Truth be told, you have no idea where it is. Your room has become quite cluttered too.

He was expecting this, so he simply hummed in acknowledgement. Yves picked up a quaint, traditional english tea sandwich from a curate next to him. You assume it has smoked salmon in it.

"What are your plans today, my love?" Yves asked as he tore a small piece of his sandwich, he placed it into his mouth and covered his lips while chewing. The pristine plate beneath his hands caught all the crumbs.

You felt your heart skip a beat at the upgrade of your pet name. You tried to ignore the fluttery feeling because it shouldn't be that big of a deal.

But Yves knows the effect it has on you. He enjoyed watching you attempt to hide your bashfulness.

You told him that you don't know. You truly don't. It's too hot to go outside and you don't have a place you wanted to explore without Yves. It's boring to have a friendless life, you wished Evangeline didn't turn out to be a weirdo.

He took his time finishing his bite before answering. "That's a shame." Yves commented.

There were at least a hundred ideas Yves had swirling in his head and a thousand others more in his hard drive about how you could spend your day. All of those that he could have recommended, you would have loved doing it. But he stayed silent, hoping that you would rather be on the phone with him the entire time.

But that wasn't likely. You would get suspicious how he didn't need to sleep or eat. Just like how you're asking him if he slept in the airport.

"No, dear. I had my sleep before coming here. I was awake the whole time." He answered before taking another sip of his tea.

You yawned and flopped your head back onto your pillow, which made Yves smile.

But that glee of his was short lived when he noticed signs of you getting sick of his presence. The twitches, the miniscule movements and even the change in breathing. Yves had no choice but to cut off his interactions with you for now, or else his plan to 'reset' your Yves-quota will be all for naught.

"(Name). I have to go."

He was saddened that you didn't bother to even ask him why, you just said goodbye and waved awkwardly. But at least he didn't need to think of an excuse.

"Goodbye, dear. Feel free to call me whenever you want."

Yves blew you a kiss. "Take care."

He ended the call himself, you blinked when he expressed a crestfallen look on his face. So you missed it.

You released a breath of relief. Finally, some privacy.

You brought your arms behind your head. Pondering what you should do since the day is still extremely young. Definitely not going to class though.

You got out of bed and stretched. You need to freshen up.

Yves felt like that was the wrong move, there was this nagging feeling that he shouldn't have left you alone. And his gut feeling is never wrong.

Yves contemplated for a bit before picking his phone up again and texting a handful of numbers.

You got out of your room holding an empty bowl. Your brunch was delicious despite being four days old in the fridge, Yves preserved it well and it's definitely much healthier than takeaway or instant noodles.

However, there was a knock on the door. Usually that means one of them has forgotten their keys, or they came home severely hungover with heels in their hands. You sighed, set the bowl down onto the coffee table and head towards the door.

You twisted the door knob and pulled it open. Grumbling for your housemate to get in and complaining about their drinking habits.

"(Name), we need to talk."

You whipped your head up so fast that you almost pulled a muscle in your neck. Your eyes met a certain, teary baby blue ones.

That's right. Evangeline knew where you lived. You didn't expect that she would come and visit, though.

You told her no, you're busy. She's surprisingly fast, as she wedged her hand and foot between the door and it's frame before you could slam it against her face.

"(Name), please! I beg you, I-I lost all my friends, I don't want to lose you too!" Her desperation was almost tangible as she clawed through the gap. She ended up overpowering you and invading your living room.

You took numerous steps away from Evangeline, creating distance between you and the girl. At least all she did was stand there and watch you through her wet eyes, in her hands held a napkin which she uses to dry her tears.

"I'm sorry. I-I didn't know that I hurt you. I promise I won't do it again. I'll do better." Her apology sounded too general to you, it's as if she didn't even know what she did wrong in the first place.

You're extremely put off by her. She purposely made the trip all the way to your place, to beg like a dog for a friendship that lasted for a maximum of four days? You don't think you would do that even if you're in Evangeline's shoes, you would rather keep your dignity and be isolated from the world.

You told her you appreciate the apology, but you need her to get out of your house. She's creeping you out.

She crumbled to her knees and wept. "(Name), please. I would do anything for you to be my friend again."

You noticed that her phone was suddenly blowing up with calls. But she disregarded it just so she could plead for your forgiveness.

You told her you will talk to her tomorrow. Which you actually wouldn't. You would just bait her into leaving so you could feel safe in your home again.

"I have to talk to you now." She got up and marched towards you. Which made you walk backwards, but she kept going. "Please, (name). I need this. I need you."

Tears stopped falling from her pale eyelashes, but her eyes were glazed over. Her eyes contained nothing but something dark and sinister directed towards you.

You jumped a bit in your spot when your back hit something flat and hard. You looked behind you to see that it's the wall.

You put your hands in front of you to try and stop her, but to no avail. Evangeline trudged on with empty eyes.

She kept getting closer and closer, until her chest is pressing against your palm. Your eyes widened in horror as you watch them sink into her plump mounds. It was also the first time you realized that she wasn't wearing a bra.

"It's soft, isn't it, (name)?" Her voice was gentle and monotone. As if she wasn't in control of her own body. She closed the gap between her crotch and yours, grinding sensually against your groin. You gasped realizing that she wasn't wearing any underwear either, there is only a thin sheet of fabric from her sundress shielding her damp genitals against your home shorts.

The adrenaline being pumped through your veins charged up your contracting muscles, your fingers curled up into a fist and before your brain even greenlit the thought, you swung at her with all your might.

Much to your surprise and terror, she caught it effortlessly with a hand. A hand that you thought was only capable of picking seashells and tending to delicate flowers. What you didn't know, is that she had to deal with pesky vines, weeds, pests and sometimes even tree logs.

You tried hitting her with the other hand, but she also restrained it. Rendering you defenceless because she immobilized your legs with hers.

So you tried to scream, to expel all the air in your lungs and shatter windows with your voice. Before it could erupt from your throat, Evangeline thrusted her warm, freakishly long tongue into your mouth, making you gag and squirm in her hold. Like a wild animal, you thrashed and tried to bite it off, but maybe it was your first time being (forcefully) kissed like this, you found that your jaw strength is no match for her experience. You didn't know how was she forcing your mouth open for her to explore as freely as she wants, but it is straining the muscles on the side of your face.

She lets go of your wrists momentarily, but only to have a hand wrap around your neck. Squeezing it until you couldn't breathe, let alone shout for help despite evacuating her tongue away from your orifice. You instinctively had both hands trying to pry it away, so you could fill your lungs with the fresh air, this allowed her to open the door to your room; it was the closest to the entrance, after all.

She coerced you inside by the neck, her fingers serving as a sturdy collar and her arm as a unyielding leash to drag you by. Your face is turning red from the restriction of air and bloodflow to your head, you find it hard to even open your eyes with the way she's choking you, but all you could see is the bulging veins in her fair, sun-spotted arm.

Evangeline, almost robotically, locked the door behind her. You should have opened your curtains instead of camping in your room like a vampire, at least the neighbors could see what was happening. But the only light source in your room is the rays of sunshine escaping the fabric blinds through various moth-eaten holes. That was enough for the blonde to see.

She threw you onto your bed. Your neck felt extremely sore and you found it hard to swallow your spit. Any sound that you tried making came out as a pathetic whimper or strained croak. You winced at the pain; You didn't have time to flee or fight back, because when you opened your eyes she was already on top of you. Her legs straddled your hips as you struggled under her, trying to fight her off but she was too strong and fast for you to even think of landing a punch.

She dove down to bite the curve of your neck and shoulders, you let out a cracked yell, but it wasn't as loud enough to alert anyone. Your hands went to her head, trying to pry you off by yanking her by the hair. Such a shame, it was so silky, so fluffy. You would have loved playing with it if she was your friend. But this isn't the actions of a friend.

She seized the chance to subdue both of your hands, vigorously shoving them above your head. Her teeth left deep marks with pooling blood, staining the sheets beneath you, crimson. You're already dizzy from the suffocation earlier. Still, she's exacerbating it further by pressing her lips against yours, biting your lower lip until it also draws blood, prompting you to open your mouth in reflex.

You kept gagging as she violated your inlet, you even felt the burning sensation of bile rushing up your esophagus. She must have tasted it judging by how far she was stuffing her pink muscle into your throat, but she didn't care. Evangeline kept going until your brain panicked enough to surrender some of your control over your own limbs.

You heard loud banging on your window. "Evangeline! Evangeline, no!" You could hear Mr. Jones's heartbroken screams. She paid no mind to her father trying to reason with her, he wouldn't understand. Or, perhaps she was in a different plane of reality entirely, not registering anything around her. Because she did not react upon the initial strike of her father's fist on the glass pane.

She utilized your blanket to tie your wrists up, the cloth was tight enough to give you rashes, but Evangeline knew that was something trivial compared to her ultimate goal. She thinks you're guaranteed to forgive her as soon as she shows how good she can make you feel.

She let go of your swollen lips with a pop, and you gurgled with the accumulation of spit and stomach acids. In the end, you opted to cough it all out. Soiling her once beautiful, floral dress, your home clothes, and the mattress.

You screamed for help no matter how it felt like you were swallowing broken glass. Mr. Jones could be heard hysterically shrieking and sobbing for his daughter to listen to reason, the striking of his fists on your window increased in frequency and intensity.

She slid down, temporarily freeing your lower extremities. You tried to kick her the best you could, but Evangeline captured you by the ankles without batting an eye. It was almost like she could predict your moves! You twisted and jerked around, trying to shake her off. But she was unmoving in her quest to undress you.

You and she are covered in blood, drool, tears, and vomit. It does not phase her one bit as she eventually manages to pull your shorts off. Exposing, your genitalia to her. Nothing was left to cover your privates, you're completely at her mercy as you cried in humiliation and utter fear.

"Doesn't this feel good, (name)?" You wailed as she gave you no time to prepare. She plunged two of her fingers into your hole, vigorously pumping in and out in a rhythm. "Aren't I making you feel good?" She was eerily unemotional throughout all of this, you think she looks nothing like a human, there is no soul behind those breathtaking blue eyes of hers.

You tried to squeeze your thighs together to restrict access, but she made it almost impossible to. Your legs are hooked around her waist as she uses her other hand to dig her thumb into the back of your knee, it is excruciatingly painful and it renders you immobilized. She puts her body weight on your other leg, making it bend at an awkward angle and also subduing it.

"I'm taking what I'm owed." Those were her last, icy words before she plunged her head down to engulf your privates in her warm, slick cavern. Her tongue swirled around your folds and flesh, and her digits remained inside of you, writhing and stretching until you saw stars. She is making a mess out of you, letting your fluids pour out onto her hair and the bed.

The sounds of police sirens permeated throughout the neighborhood. But that was still wasn't enough to deter her from raping you.

She slurped you up, stimulating every nerve in the area where you're the most sensitive. Her grip was so harsh, that it was already leaving bruises on your thighs. Evangeline wanted to continue enjoying her time ferally sinking her canines into your inner thighs. Your viscera mixed with the cum she vehemently extracted out of you tasted particularly delicious to her, but she did have half a mind to know her time was running out. Especially when she heard the booming voices of police demanding her to come out with her hands in the air. They surrounded the property, she had nowhere to escape and she had to face the consequences regardless if she completed her mission or not.

You panted and sobbed, begging her to stop. You're in agony and covered in filth, but it's obviously futile. Your suffering is clearly arousing her further as she discarded her dirty dress, being completely naked above you.

"I know I'm your first. No one else can take your virginity away from you because it's mine." You howled when she lowered her drenched pussy onto your crotch, rubbing erotically with the smell and sound of sex in the air. She moaned as she leaned forward, smothering your face in her pillowy breasts, you tasted her sweat and the leftover juices from below that dripped onto her.

She bounced and kneaded her cunt onto your aching dignity. Her movements were so potent that the bedframe shook along with her thrusts and jerks. Her body mass alone pinned you onto the springy mattress, you were already stimulated beyond belief with the screaming outside, the violent ramming on the door and glass panes as the authorities tried to force their way in, Evangeline's brutalization, and the asphyxiation from her mammaries.

Why does this happen to you? How could you be so weak against her?

She ruts into you, noisily moaning and panting. Her hands are firmly planted on the sides of your head for support as she pleasures herself at your expense. Her damp fingers gripped onto your sheets, wrinkling them and creating extra sensations on your skin. She loves it, she loves it all. Your patheticness, her ownership of you, and the idea of you being her little fucktoy. Where your job is to stay still while she rapes you senseless, Evangeline liked the fight though, she would never turn down a good challenge.

In the end, she did get her reward. Her release and the fulfillment of her most depraved fantasies. She screamed in pleasure as she reached her own climax, spraying her fluids onto you and between your legs.

Even then, it merely took her a few seconds to compose herself before she went back to fucking you. She wanted more, more and more. This time, you weren't suffocated by her tits anymore, she lifted her upper torso just so that she could crush your windpipe with both hands. Her nails left cuts and marks that decorated the sheets even more.

"You're my reward. And I am going to use you as much as I can before they take you away." She snarled. Seemingly fighting with something within her, but you couldn't hear her insane ramblings. It was just chaos inside and out. Nothing is discernible anymore, except the sounds of your erratic heartbeat and the ringing in your ears.

In the end, a deafening crash startled you as the policemen were finally able to break down your door and the window at the same time. Fragments of wood and pointy shards flew across the room, cutting you and Evangeline in the process. But as if she's possessed by the devil, she kept going like a machine. Nothing was stopping her, not the yelling, not the pairs of hands trying to separate you from her;

And for a moment, not even the taser delivered debilitating voltages through her body, had any effect. They had to tase her multiple times only did she loosen her hold on you, her eyes were rolled back to her skull, and froth was formed in her mouth. She was convulsing and shivering as she fell out of the bed, freeing you from that entire ordeal and allowing you to take a dramatic gasp of air.

The fuzz in your eyes cleared up and all you could see was red. Red and red. You lifted your arms, seeing that the blood from your neck and lip managed to trickle down to your palm. The state between your legs wasn't any better either.

You didn't want to see a bloodied Evangeline half-struggle against the policemen anymore. So you turned your head to the broken window. You caught a glimpse of Mr. Jones absolutely devastated, crying into his hands which visibly had blood and glimmering glass fragments stuck onto them.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry (Name), I should have paid more attention to Evangeline, I'm Sorry!" He yelled out in between sobs and hyperventilation. He was on his knees, hitting his head on the grass as he shouted out repeatedly; "I'm sorry! Please forgive us, please forgive Evangeline! I'm sorry!"

That's where she gets it from. Her apologies to the point of ad nauseam.

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