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melodygatesauthor · 8 months
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The Fractured Moon - Part 3
Yandere! Moon Boys X f!Reader
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PLEASE READ TAGS/DISCLAIMERS/WARNINGS BEFORE READING THIS FIC. THERE ARE DARK THEMES!
Not Beta Read - Series Masterlist
Summary:
After Steven's ruthless beating, you need time to recover, and the boys are going to show you how nice they can treat you, if only you'll let them, and as long as you behave.
Tags/Warnings (for entire series):
Disclaimer: I created this fic for the sole purpose of exploring the yandere thing as a fanfiction "kink" in a safe way and in a safe space. I in no way would want this to happen to myself or someone else. This fic is not a reflection of my moral beliefs. - Further, this fic is not an accurate representation of people with DID (dissociative identity disorder). These men happen to have DID and I'm putting them in a situation where they would have an unhealthy obsession with the reader character. NSFW, Stalking, non-con, somnophilia, rape, mentions of murder, drugged sex, kidnapping, manipulation, dacryphilia, voyeurism, threats of physical harm, copious amounts of sex, copious amounts of unprotected sex, blood, unrealistic refractory period, biting, slapping, hitting, reader is smol, choking. This is a Dead Dove Do Not Eat situation.
Word Count: 4079
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Steven came into your room in the afternoon, the day after the beating you’d endured by his hand. He looked at you with a guilty expression, seeing immediately that your skin was discolored in places where he’d hit you. It didn’t go unnoticed either, the way your face looked panicked when he stepped into the room. He’d never seen you so afraid that you were driven to get up and scurry to the corner, sliding down the wall on your back and tucking your knees into yourself, as though you were hiding from him. Jake didn’t even make you this afraid.
“What did you expect hermano? What you did wasn’t discipline, it was torture,” Jake said coldly.
If Jake was the one telling Steven that he was out of line, then it must’ve been true. He didn’t mean to hurt you that badly, he was just so angry when he saw you with that filthy plastic toy. The idea that you chose something like that over him when he was right there, warm and ready to give you what you needed, still made his cheeks flush with rage. He took a deep breath to calm himself.
“Darling, I–” You tucked your head down further at the sound of his voice.
Steven’s entire body felt cold. He’d really gone too far, hadn’t he? Jake was right. It was one thing to teach you a lesson. A few welts on your rear, and maybe some bites to remind you who you belonged to, but what Steven had done…it was reckless, and monstrous. He’d never felt so terrible in all his life.
“I’m so sorry.”
He walked over and knelt down in front of you. You gasped when he reached out and touched your forearm gently. You pulled your arm back, afraid he was going to hurt you. He felt the butterflies in his stomach flutter when you looked up at him. Still so stunning, even with, sometimes especially with, fear etched in your pretty face. He gave you the softest expression he could, brows knitted together and turned up in concern.
“I shouldn’t have hit you that hard,” he admitted. He could’ve left it there, but he didn’t want the lesson to be lost in his kindness. “I hope you understand why I had to teach you a lesson, despite my being a little too harsh.”
You shook your head, “you’re a nasty man.”
Your words stung, and Steven had to try and keep his cool. You were upset, and you had a right to be, he knew that, but hearing you call him nasty…that was a lot to overcome. Steven wasn’t nasty. Rapists were nasty. Murderers who killed innocent people were nasty. Steven wasn’t any of that. He was kind, loving, protective, and anything you could want in a man. That was why he knew you loved him. He would never hurt you…not really.  He reached out his hand again, and that time he brushed your cheek with his thumb, despite your flinching.
He shook his head, “I don’t want to hear you saying horrible things like that love. I’m not a nasty man. S’not nice for you to say that. I’ve done nothing but care f’you, and love you, right? How can you call me nasty? How can you say something like that?”
You furrowed your brow, “you kidnapped me, raped me, all of you–”
He covered your mouth quickly, “no, no, no, shhh,” his eyes were wide. “That is not true.”
You saw his eyes start to well and his bottom lip started quivering. Was he so delusional that he didn’t see the truth? That he and his brothers had brought you there against your will and tortured you? Did he really think you were happy? No one could be that blind to the truth…could they?
“Can’t have you sayin’ things like that love, lyin’ and whatnot. S’not nice to do yeah?” He looked at you with what looked like desperation, “I brought you home to us, I give you love, I make you feel good. That’s all. You can call it whatever you like, but lyin’ is a bad habit to get into darling. I don’t wanna have to teach you another lesson.”
It was clear that no matter what you said, he was going to spin this around to fit his twisted fantasy, so you decided to remain silent. Speaking out against him would only lead you to more pain. He took his hand off your mouth slowly, as though you might explode if he released you too quickly. His expression softened into a look of adoration. It made you uneasy.
“I’m gonna do somethin’ special for you tonight, alright, so do me a favor, yeah? Get yourself all cleaned up nice, put on somethin’ pretty f’me, and I’ll give you a nice reward for being so good an for taking your lesson so well last night.” He stood up and started walking toward the door.
“I don’t have any clothes,” you reminded him.
He turned around, “oh god, you’re right. Silly me. I’ll have Jake pick somethin’ out for you, he’s got good taste.” When Steven smiled, you noticed how handsome he really was. You hated yourself for thinking it, but it was true. “I think you’ll like what I’ve got in mind f’you tonight. Gonna give you a chance to get out of your room for a bit.”
That was, unfortunately, the thing that made you behave better than the beatings. The promise of even the smallest dose of freedom. To be able to get out of the room you’d spent the last week in. Or was it longer than that? You couldn’t recall. You shouldn’t be that excited for something so simple, but you couldn’t help feeling a little giddy at the thought of getting out of the room, even if it was under their supervision.
You washed yourself well, and the hot water soothed your aching body. When Jake came in later, he brought you something to wear. It was a sheer babydoll lingerie top. You held it in your hands while the man looked you over. He grabbed your chin in his gloved fingers, tilting your head side to side. He tsked as his eyes trekked over your body.
“He really got you good, hm princesa?” Jake brushed a finger over one of your bruises forcing a wince and hiss from your lips. You stepped back. “Steven doesn’t understand the craft of fixing bad behavior. He gets a little…carried away.” He smirked, looking you up and down. “Put the top on, let me see it on you.”
You took the baby blue top and slid it over your head. You felt pretty in it, and you hated that you liked the gift they gave you. There were no bottoms it seemed. Despite their kindness, they still wanted to leave you open for their needs at any time. You didn’t see the point in arguing, panties or no panties, they were going to take you any time they wanted anyway.
“Muy hermosa.” He stepped forward and placed a soft kiss on your cheek. “Steven’s the lucky one tonight.”
Later, Marc brought you some food to eat, and he nearly dropped the platter when he walked into your room. You looked like an angel, donning your beautiful, sheer top. He knew that he was going to have his time with you another day, but he wanted to take you right then. His breath hitched in his throat while he watched you eat, taking your small bites as usual, as though you still didn’t trust the food they handed you.
“You’re so sweet baby, love seeing you in this little outfit. Jake’s got good taste,” Marc commented.
“Always have amigo,” Jake said amusedly from the headspace.
“Will you make her hurry up Marc, m’gettin’ impatient. She’s just so beautiful and I…I want her now.”
“Take your time honey, don’t want you getting a tummy ache,” Marc said, brushing his thumb over your cheek.
Steven was hurt after that, feeling wronged by Marc in the worst way. It was already hard enough to share you between the three of them, and now the man was just taunting him. None of the boys were ready for you to know their secret yet, and that was the only thing keeping Steven from fronting and dragging you out of the room to spend time with him in that moment.
He was relieved when you were finally finished eating, and Marc took away your food, kissing you gently on the cheek before leaving the room so Steven could get ready. He wasn’t getting all dressed up, all he wanted to do was curl up on the couch with you and listen to you read. He had no other demands, no requests for you other than to hear your beautiful little voice while you read from the pages of the book they saw you reading in the library. Steven felt like that was ages ago.
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The Beauty and the Beast.
The book seemed ironically fitting now. You held it in your trembling hands, unable to peel your gaze off the book. You wondered if you’d ever stop shaking, but you supposed that so long as they kept hurting you, you’d be afraid of any interaction with them; even if the interaction seemed as innocent as curling up on the couch and reading.
“Come now love, lay here with me,” Steven felt his heart skip several beats when you looked up at him from the pages you were shuffling through.
You looked radiant, lit by the flames of the crackling fireplace. They licked over your skin, illuminating you in a way that made you look even softer than Steven thought possible. Sometimes he forgot how lucky he was, until his eyes fell over your body once more. You were his, and you weren’t going anywhere. He held out a hand to you, a love-drunk smile spread across his face.
You flinched back when he presented you with his hand, gasping sharply and dropping the book on the ground. Steven’s demeanor shifted from pleasantly affectionate to scorn. He stood up from the couch, forcing you to jump back, fearful that he might hurt you more. You dropped to the ground, grabbing the book and holding it to your chest tightly, keeping your eyes on the floor.
“I’m sorry!” You said loudly, feeling your entire body shaking in terror.
“Get up,” he demanded, “tired of seein’ you acting like you’re afraid of me.”
You slowly stood, knees practically knocking together while you tried to stabilize yourself. Your breathing was shallow, and you felt tears welling in your eyes as you turned them up to look at him. Steven’s mouth was turned into a dark frown, brow furrowed in frustration. He felt so damn guilty for hurting you. He really did, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that you were being a bit dramatic. He didn’t hit you that hard, right?
“Turn around.”
It was a simple command, and you weren’t too dumb to obey it, but the fear they’d instilled in you had left you paralyzed. What was he going to do when you turned around? Not being able to see him made you even more afraid. You found the courage to do it anyway, knowing that your punishment would be far worse if you didn’t comply.
You felt his hands, gentle, but still forcing a flinch out of you, as they traced along your spine. He brought them to your sides, along your ribcage and then he held your waist. You grunted when he lifted you, and he backed up to the couch, where he sat slowly, resting you on his lap, your back resting against his chest.
He was hard already, cock prodding against his sweats as though it were reminding you that it was still there. You hadn’t forgotten, your cunt was still aching from the last time he’d been inside of you, just the night prior. You let out a soft whine, to which Steven smiled against your ear. He let out a long exhale, one that told you he was going to want more than just a little story time before the night was through.
“Go ahead love, start reading f’me,” his breathing was ragged and desperate in your ear.
Steven listened as your pretty voice began reciting the book obediently. You were acting so much better now; better than when you’d first arrived. He felt a swell of pride through his chest as he pressed his lips against your cheek. You stuttered as you read, breathing becoming more shallow as he worked his kisses down your neck.
“Don’t stop love, keep goin’,” he demanded in a breathy rasp.
You’d managed all that time to keep your physical feelings at bay, but you couldn’t deny the heat pooling in your core at his touch. His hands that were resting casually on your outer thighs were now rubbing against you slowly as he became more and more restless. You knew he was preparing to take you again, never giving you a moment’s rest despite how badly your body still ached from everything he’d done. You stopped your reading, a small whimper escaped your lips; a feeble attempt at begging him to stop without saying it verbally.
“Now, now darling, I’ll have none of that,” he roughly grabbed your waist in one arm, holding you in place while he slid his sweatpants down underneath you, “you’re gonna take me like you’ve taken me before, and you’re going to keep on readin’ like the good little girl I know you can be.”
Steven could feel the way you pressed your thighs together tightly and it pissed him off. He still didn’t understand why you were acting like this, like you didn’t want him as badly as he wanted you. It was obvious that his touch made you feel good. He felt it every time he was inside of you, and he felt it now, the way your cunt was leaking all over his lap, soaking everything it touched.
“I think you’re just a little tease. I think you like makin’ me work for it, you like seein’ how bad I want you? Is that it, love?” He let a dark snicker escape his lips, breath still hot against the soft skin of your neck. “Well…” Steven brought his hands over your legs and then between your thighs, forcing them apart easily, despite your efforts to keep them closed, “I’m quite over it now love. I want it, and I’m gonna take it.”
He lifted you with ease, lining himself up with your hole before sheathing himself inside of you. He let out an exhale of relief, as though he needed to bury his cock in you the same way someone might need cold water on a hot day. You dropped the book on his leg and held onto his thighs tightly, choking on your pained grunts as they tried to leave your mouth. He sat there, unmoving, save for the way he continued to pepper your neck in gentle pecks.
“Didn’t tell you to stop readin’ did I, love?” He asked, reaching for the book and placing it back in your shaking hands.
You continued reading, feeling his cock throb against your walls with every word you read from the page. You felt one of his hands snake around to grab your breast, while the other moved over your thigh and between your legs. You stopped reciting the words again, unable to spit out another sentence as his fingers searched for your sensitive nub in the sea of your juices.
“See, this is why it seems so silly when you try to act like you don’t need me, love. You can’t even read a damn book when I touch you,” he said in a low growl while circling his finger over your clit. “Keep going.”
You gulped and let out a shaky exhale before continuing. His breath brushed over your neck while he continued leaving soft kisses there. You were overwhelmed by the sensations, feeling his cock twitching inside of you every time his fingers passed over your clit, making your cunt contract over him again and again. When you felt the trickle of his drool running down your throat you stopped reading again.
“If you keep stopping, I’m not going to be very happy darling. M’trying to get immersed in the story and you’re making that very, very hard,” he moved his hips a little, forcing his cock to brush against your cervix.
You gasped, “o-oh god! I’m sorry, I’m really sorry, it’s t-too much,” you whimpered from the over-stimulation.
“Oh love, that’s not true, you can handle me, you’ve handled me before, keep reading.”
Steven started pinching your nipple while you read, making it even harder to continue, but you persisted. Your wounds from the night before, and the reminder that they provided you with, were enough to keep you going. If his goal was to terrorize you into behaving the way he wanted, he’d succeeded. You would do almost anything he asked at this point in order to stop a beating like that from happening ever again. He let out a deep, rumbling moan against your neck, rutting his hips upward.
“So damn wet f’me, how can you lie and say you don’t want this? Such a silly little girl, soaking everything underneath you and saying you’re not enjoying yourself.”
He was right, you’d begun to crave their touch, the feeling of their cocks inside you, their spend filling and spilling out of you. Your heart stopped when you realized you’d stopped reading again. Steven chuckled.
“Since you’re not going to read it…” he pulled the book from your hands.
“Steven…” Marc said with a tone of warning.
Steven had half a mind to bend you over the arm of the couch and spank you with the book until your ass cheeks fell off, but Marc brought him back to reality. Despite his desire to teach you another lesson in obedience, he knew your body couldn’t take it. Instead he positioned the smooth, rounded, leather spine of the book in front of your cunt, resting it between your wet pussy lips.
“I want you to fuck yourself on me, and rub your needy little clit on this book since you don’t seem interested in what’s on it’s pages.”
“B-but–”
“Shh!” He shushed you harshly, “you be quiet now and do as I tell you. I really don’t want a repeat of last night, d’you?” Steven asked, tone deathly serious.
“O-okay, I’m s-sorry,” you said, voice trembling in fear.
You positioned yourself on your knees and started gliding on his length slowly, rising up so the tip was barely in and then dropping back to his base. You were wetter than you’d ever been, and it made you feel embarrassed. You didn’t want to enjoy it, but you couldn’t help yourself. The leather spine of the book had ridges that brushed over your slick clit, and it felt…good.
A shuddering whine left your body, your head fell back over his shoulder as you kept moving, grinding your folds along the book. Steven couldn’t believe you were falling onto him like that, that you were laying over him. You were so pliant, like a sweet little doll chasing your release on his cock. You started moving even faster, breathing heavier with each pass. Steven licked a stripe up your neck, sucking on your skin when he reached the base of your jaw.
“Yeah, you like this don’t you darling? Feels good dunnit? O-oh-god-yes-love-shit…” 
His breath was ragged and hot against your skin, causing mind numbing waves to course through over your body and to your core. You felt him grab the back of your head, turning you to face him before covering your mouth in his hungrily. He was so messy, and so noisy when he kissed you, forcing you to swallow his loud moans. His hips moved, rutting upward roughly as you moved back downward, brushing your cervix lightly.
Steven heard a little shaky whine leave your mouth forcing a smile from his own. He looked up at you, precious face stained with tears, lips puffy from all the crying you’d done. He chuckled softly, feeling nothing but pure bliss when he saw you looking at him with cock-drunk eyes. Steven removed his hand from the back of your head and brought it around your side to your breast, tucking his hand inside the baby blue, sheer fabric so he could feel your skin.
“So soft, love…oh yes…” 
Steven pinched your nipple between his thumb and forefinger to which you gasped and whimpered noisily. Those sounds were enough to make him come without ever touching himself, and with the feeling of your little pussy squeezing around him as your orgasm approached, there was no way he could hold on any longer. He wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you close against him while he slammed into you from below.
As Steven started thrusting even faster and harder, your loud cries filled the room from the ache of the stretch. You had no choice but to reach back and hold onto his messy curls for stability, an action that he would misconstrue as intimacy. You were gasping and arching on him, feeling the way his cock filled you while the book’s spine caressed your swollen clit. You could feel it…you were right there…
“Ah! Oh darling, ah-ah–”
Steven’s throat clamped up as his cock twitched and throbbed within your walls. Your soft little hole was so warm, engulfing him and squeezing around his length while you came. He noticed the way you continued sliding your folds over the book, using it to work yourself through your orgasm. Your movements eventually slowed, and as they did, Steven pulled you up off his cock, letting your combined juices spill onto the leather-bound novel when he did.
“Ooh lookie here,” he tsked, “what a mess we’ve made,” he chuckled, “would you look at that?”
He lifted the slick, dripping wet object up to his mouth and licked a stripe along the leather spine.
“Gonna need some help with this, can’t leave it like this or it’ll get damaged yeah?”
You nodded, knowing exactly what he was asking of you. You leaned in, tongue joining with his while you lapped the book together to ‘clean’ it. Steven’s cum tasted sweet and salty, a delicious combination, though you’d never admit that out loud.
He found your mouth with his once the leather was free of both your messes, kissing you with both your combined cum on your tongues. He kept going, he couldn’t resist the taste of you, and he felt himself getting hard again already. You had such an effect on him, he couldn’t stop himself. He wanted you again. Steven grabbed your hips harshly, turning you to straddle him.
“Steven, that’s enough. You have to give her a break. We talked about this, and you agreed,” Marc reminded him sternly.
Steven growled, but you didn’t understand why. You’d done everything he asked. You behaved perfectly, as far as you could tell. He pushed you off of him and pulled his sweats up over his erect cock. You felt frightened, not sure what you should do now, but the last thing you wanted was for any one of them to be mad at you, but especially not Steven. The thought alone was horrific, you felt the panic rising in your chest.
“I’m sorry!” You said quickly, rushing off the couch and over to him.
You grabbed the outside of Steven’s pants with your hand, feeling his bulge through his sweats and hoping that it would make him less upset with you. You touched his chest, showing your willingness to obey, looking up at him with the most pathetic doe eyes you could muster. He chuckled when he looked back down at you. “Oh darling, you’re so adorable I can hardly stand it,” he said, letting out a heavy breath, “you see, I’d love to give you more, I can tell how bad you want it again…” he looked over in the mirror, scowling at Marc, “but it’s Marc’s turn now,” he took your hand off his groin and kissed your fingertips, “we’ll be together again soon, not to worry my little darling.”
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dilfartist · 10 months
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Random Headcanon: Moon knight
Your neighbors think you're having an affair with two different men. No matter who it appears you’re dating or married to, let it be Marc, Steven, or Jake, the neighbors surrounding your home will think you cheating on him.
They overhear conversations between you and a different man every day and sometimes they overhear you moaning a different man’s name.
And not to mention they see the same three men leaving your house in the morning.
You’ve become the gossip of the neighborhood. Everyone knows your name and your apparent “infidelity”.
Honestly, it’s hilarious to you.
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ghostybat00 · 1 month
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Princess treatment ❤️ yandere moon knight system.
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• A Steve who loves to kneel for you, whether to fasten your shoes or accommodate them, or his favorite, hugging you by You legs while he is on his kneels.
•A Steve who always makes sure you are comfortable, offering you his jacket or giving you hugs if you are cold.
•A Steve who has your menstrual cycle memorized to always serve you with your favorite sweets and pamper you.
•A Steve who always loves taking photos of you, you won't go a day without a camera focusing on your beauty, He wants to save all the memories possible. (And for his secret sanctuary that you don't know he has.)
•A Steve who always will drown you in his affection.
•A Steve who always talked for hours about Egyptian culture, saying how several Egyptian goddesses have your beauty, or even that your beauty is even more than them.
•A Steve has his special nickname for you is nefer. (Meaning of beauty in ancient Egypt.)
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•A marc that he will always be the most jealous of the 3, that he will break the face of any guy who approaches you.
•A Marc who will always buy you something if he sees you staring at it.
•A Marc who will always want to bite you or give you hickeys.
•A Marc who loves to caress your hair, He likes to smell it, feel its texture, he loves it.
•A marc who will always keep a hand on your thigh or waist to show that you are his.
•A marc who is the one who cooks the best, always cooking for you or cooking with you, his favorite part where You are mixing something and he comes and hugs you from behind.
•A marc that although most of the time he calls you by your name, his special nickname for you is "cutie".
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•A Jake who is the one who always wants to take you on dates, no matter if it's to eat, to have fun, he loves going outside with you.
•A Jake whose best kisses are always on your hand, leaning down and kissing your hand, like a gentleman.
•A Jake who will always have things that remind him of you, whether it's things as basic as a sweater, a hair tie, anything he will bring with him.
•A jake who loves helping you with your makeup, joking and flirting while helping you to put lipstick on your full lips.
•A Jake who always buys you drinks, saying that you look beautiful as your face literally wrinkles when he gives you his strong alcohol.
•A Jake that always fights with Mark and Steve to carry you like a princess when you are tired of walking.
•A Jake that his special nickname for you is "doll".
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atlasscrumpit · 5 months
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Hi! Could you do yandere moon boys who give the reader a severe punishment only to find out later that the reader was actually innocent?
Yandere Moon Knight
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You were asleep on the couch, taking a small nap before you were roughly awoken.
You looked up to see Jake grabbing you by the collar.
"J-Jake... What's wrong?" You whispered as he glared at you.
"Well, Cariño. I know you tried to escape." He growled as you looked at him in confusion.
"What? I didn't try to escape, Jake... I want to talk to Steven!" You shouted before he threw you down onto the couch.
"Do not shout at me! Or demand things of me!" He screamed as you felt tears in your eyes.
"Jake, please just listen to me... I didn't try to escape, I promise." You whispered as you sat up before Jake slapped you across the face, making tears spring to your eyes.
You kept your face turned away as you tried to not cry.
"You know I don't like lies. Go to your room, I'll be in there in a minute." He growled as you looked at him.
"I didn't try to escape! I won't get punished for something I didn't do!" You screamed with tears streaming down your face before Jake grabbed you and shoved you onto the floor.
"In your fucking room, Y/N!" He shouted back as you cried and ran to your room.
You sobbed on your bed, usually you'd drag your bed or dresser in front of the door to block it but they'd taken your door away a long time ago.
Jake came in a few minutes later with his belt as you looked at him.
"Please I don't even know what I did..." You whispered through your tears as Jake stared at you.
Maybe he was getting second thoughts because his eyes rolled back and suddenly his face hardened.
"That doesn't work on me, baby. Shirt off, face the wall." He said as you glared at him.
"I didn't do anything!" You screamed before he whipped his belt across your face.
You fell off your bed to your knees as you stared at the ground with wide eyes.
"Keep taking, love. I dare you." He warned as you cried and slowly took of your shirt and stayed on your knees.
"That's what I thought." He grumbled as you cried softly and kept your head down.
You yelped in pain when you felt the first strike.
"Can I please...hold onto my teddy?" You whispered as Marc paused for a second.
"No, you tried to run away. You know the punishment." He said as you cried even more and felt Marc strike you again.
Fifteen strikes later you could feel the burning running throughout your body as you sobbed.
"I'm sorry... Please stop." You begged as you heard him kneels down, by the soft touch you knew it was Steven.
"Shh, it's okay. You did so well, love. Why did you do this, darling? You were doing so well." He said as you cried and looked at him.
"I didn't do anything..." You whispered as Steven looked at you sadly.
"Baby, don't lie to us. We found the window smashed open." He said as you tried to calm down your cries.
"Please! It wasn't me!" You said as Steve sighed and stood up, he turned your light off not taking care of you like usual.
"Get some rest, darling."
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Steven was reading when he heard a knock at the door, he got up and answered it seeing it was his neighbour.
"Oh, Steven. I'm glad you're home, you weren't home before. My grandson was being a little shite like usual and throwing rocks, one happened to go through your window, I'm more than happy to pay for the repair." He said as Steven's blood ran cold.
He was nice enough to the neighbour before saying goodbye and running to your room.
He entered to see you rolled over, trying to soothe yourself.
"Oh, sweetheart. I'm so sorry, you weren't lying." He said as you slowly turned around.
"What?" You whispered as he knelt down and brushed a hand through your hair.
"The neighbour told me he accidentally broke the window, oh gods darling I'm so sorry. I should've listened... I'm so sorry." He said as you started crying again.
"You scared me." You whispered, all three of them feeling a pang of guilt run through them.
"I know, I know, love. We'll all make it up to you, I promise. I'm sorry." He whispered, leaning in to kiss your forehead.
"They hate me don't they?" You whispered, trying to not cry.
"Jake and Marc? No, love. They could never ever hate you, they love you so much. This is all our fault, baby. None of this is your fault." He replied as you nodded and let him wipe away your tears.
"If you buy me things I want I might forgive you." You whispered with a small smile on your face making Steven chuckle.
"You've got it, darling. Whatever you want."
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romana-after-dark · 8 months
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Finish the Job
Yandere!Jake Lockley x GN!reader
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Summary: After months living in a room with only Jake, Steven and Marc as company, you can't say you aren't content most of the time. Sometimes, however you make a little trouble and Jake reminds you that he is the only one who can keep you safe.
CONTENT WARNINGS: Yandere!Jake. Reader is kidnapped. Implied/referenced rape (reader 'never said no' according to jake, but rather just gave in after an unclosed amount of time bc they were lonely/manipulated. The circumstances of this are v vague but remember, if you feel like you have to, its not consent.) Jake Lockley typical violence. Referenced past abuse.
A/N: I began writing this fem reader, as most of my fics are since I am fem, but I realized there was no reason this couldn't be gender neutral. So, that's what it is. If I missed changing anything that makes it seem like reader is fem presenting, lmk and I'll edit it but I looked through this several times.
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You couldn’t say the bed was uncomfortable. You couldn’t say the room was bland or boring. You couldn’t say you had nothing to do. It was a great room, actually. If you were being honest, you loved it here…
The problem was you couldn’t leave. When the man had taken you, it took a while to figure out what was going on with him; it was Steven that explained it, the DID. Honestly, maybe the mental disorder should have scared you more, but you were well versed in different disorders so it wasn’t something that phased you, rather than just made it a challenge to navigate your situation. You were given book after book after book to read, to entertain you when outside of Marc Steven and Jake’s company; it didn't matter how many you went through, you just had them. If you were feeling brave, you made requests but honestly after the boredom of the first month while you were still fighting it, you took what you could get. You were even given a laptop, although it couldn’t possibly connect to the internet, but you were writing. They didn’t even make you show them what you wrote, but Steven would often sit on the bed while you read to him your poems or short stories. You were saving your novel for when it’s finished.
Some days were better than others. 
Some days you and Steven talked for hours.
Some days you and Marc marathonned Star Wars.
Some days Jake held you so warm and so tightly you forgot they kidnapped you.
Today was not one of those days.
You were angry, you were upset, you missed your friends and you missed the outside, you wanted fresh air and you didn’t want to spread your legs for a man that took you away from everything you knew and wanted. 
“Why are you giving me so much fucking attitude today?!” Jake shouts at you, pacing the floor of your room so aggressively he had your throw rug all twisted up.
You were sat up on your bed, shouting back. “You KIDNAPPED ME, you HURT ME you RAPE ME-”
“CALLATE!” He screamed, storming towards you so fast you flinch and scramble back to the wall. “You know I don’t like when you call it that!”
A sardonic laugh. “What? Rape?”
“I never forced you! I never held you down! I never got you too drunk or high to resist-”
“YOU TOOK ME AWAY FROM EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE, WHAT OTHER OPTION DID I HAVE!”
His face is suddenly right up to yours, so close your nose brushed his briefly as he speaks in a dark, quiet voice. “I never heard you say no, mi vida”
He was right. You hadn’t. But they had worn you down, twisted your mind so much that eventually you just began… giving in.
He continued talking, his voice rumbling with the low octive “I only hurt you in the beginning, carino. Just until you began to listen. You needed it, didn’t you? Someone to take you away from everything, take care of you, feed you. Baby, we adore you, and it hurts us when you fight like this.”
Your eyes wheeled up with tears at his words. It’s true, you had become so dependent on them… you weren’t sure you could even shower alone anymore. You’d be lucky if you remembered how to toast bread. Sickeningly, a part of you liked it. You liked he cared for, pampered, adored, and fuck, worshiped. You had time to write, time to listen to music and podcasts. If you need to look up something for a book or research something from a podcast that interested you, you just asked, and the boys would monitor you. You didn’t really need anything except some goddamn freedom. What was that they said in The Handmaid’s Tale? There’s freedom too, and freedom from… They offered you freedom from, and made that clear.
“The world is dangerous, precioso. You know that as well as I do… perhaps better.” With a cocked eyebrow, Jake referenced your past trauma’s, forcing the tears to spill over. “You are too precious, too perfect to be put at risk again. Your family didn’t protect you, but I will.”
Still, you are ever-defiant, shaking your head. “N-no… you aren’t protecting me. You’re hurting me…” but even then, you couldn’t manage much conviction. You hadn’t so much as burned your tongue since Steven, Marc, and Jake took you, and he was right… the rest was just discipline. 
Jake frowned, but simple stood up. He went over to your desk, taking out a Glee notepad he’d found on ebay for you and a pen, tossing them in your direction.
“Write them down, all the names.”
You look at him confused. “W-what names?”
He stalked forward, once again close to you.
“Give me the full name of anyone who has ever hurt you or touched you without your consent.” His gaze was focused, intense. You knew he was on a mission when he looked at you like that.
“I don’t… I don’t know all their full names…”
“If you have workplace addresses, any identifying information that’s helpful. I promise you, I’ll take whatever you give me and I will find them. Every single person who has ever caused you pain.”
“What are you going to do?” You didn’t really need to ask, but you did anyway.
“You and I both know. Now write.”
The list was long, longer than any one person’s list should be. A few, you only remembered their first name so you wrote down what you knew… Jake had his ways. Still, you had some cheek in you, and when Jake looked at the paper, he frowned.
“What the fuck is this.” He smacked the paper with his hand. After the list of people who had violated or harmed you before you came here, were three names Jake recognized right away.
Jake Lockley
Steven Grant
Marc Spector
“You told me to write the names of anyone who hurt me or touched me without-” SMACK! Your head flung to the side from the backhand, and when your turned back to face him, his hand gripped your throat.
“You think this is funny, carino?” His face pressed against yours. “How do you think Marc would feel if he saw his name on that list?”
Your lip quivered at that… you didn’t want Marc to see. Marc was special to you, and Jake knew it; he often exploited your relationship with his alter for his own benefit.
“I’m sorry” You cried, apologetic.
His grip on you loosened, and he looked back at you with sympathetic eyes. Letting go, he tore the bottom three names off the paper and tucked the offenders into his pocket. “I know you are, amor. Now, you sit here pretty, and don’t worry about a damn thing for the rest of your life, si?”
It took about a month. He never left you for more than one day at a time, but he always made sure you had food and were provided for, even giving you access to the bathroom. You didn’t dare even look for an exit; they wouldn’t have left anything vulnerable, and you were on camera, you knew. It would just cause trouble.
It was after one of those such nights where you were alone that he came back to you, still somehow looking put together after being out all night. You knew he hadn’t slept. You awake to his footsteps, heavy boots on your polished hard wood floor. As you stir, a piece of paper is placed on your pillow.
Sitting up you rub your eyes. “Jake, what’s- ” But you are stopped in the middle of your sentence. Every single name is crossed out on the list you had given him. “Does… does what mean they are dead?”
He steps forward, slipping to stand between your knees and bedding over, placing his hands on your thighs. His face was intensely close to yours, dark eyes piercing yours. You lean forward, accepting him in, existing in his precise. Jake did this for you. You were safe here, none of these people could hurt you… but because they had, whether months ago or decades, it didn’t matter. They were dead because they had crossed you, because they had dared to touch what Jake Lockley laid claim to. Jake, Marc and Steven… they were where you belonged.
 “Jake Lockley finishes the job.”
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dearest-painter · 10 months
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Ok Listen. Yandere platonic moonknight x avatar reader x Yandere platonic spiderverse!! So reader is the avatar for Anubis (platonic Yandere) who helps Miguel, Jess, and Peter B on a mission(saved there lives) and just looks at them and nods before running off!! Omg there réactions too some random teenager with the powers of a god saving them.
Hell yes!!!!!!
Miguel was surprised, Jessica thinks it’s just the pregnancy, and Peter B is cheering you on. The moon boys are happy their no longer alone but god your so young! Jake teaches you Spanish before Miguel can because he’s making sure he takes all of dad achievements before Miguel does!
Marc ask questions about Anubis and how he treats you as he know each god or goddess treats their avatar differently and he hopes your being treated nicely. Steven and you chat about your gods and other stuff, Steven is probably the closet with you besides Jake (I totally didn’t think his name was Jack for a fucking minutes and looked it up!). Marc and you are still getting to know each other other but he’s as obsessed as the other two.
Miguel and Jake have arguments in Spanish 24/7 and it’s entertaining, mostly around how they are your real dad or how their much better fit to be your dad.
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your-yandere-kiss · 7 months
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She is the moon wrapped in the darkness, yet she is my light... 🌙 Yandere! Moon knight x Reader.
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fanpageknight · 9 months
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The Three Fathers
Posted:06/21/23
Title: The Three Fathers
Yandad Father Moons x GN young adult reader
Jake (papa), Marc (Dad), Steven (Daddy)
Summary: You find out your fathers kidnapped you when you were little.
Author's note:
Word Count: 1315
Moonknight Story List/ Master List
Warnings: yandere, kidnapping, language
🔞18+ page due to dark and adult themes. Minors will be blocked 🔞
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The Moon system couldn't believe what they were looking at. The body gulped. "They know..." Steven said, breaking their silence.
He had come into your room while you were gone to give you your clean clothes. Then there it was, plastered all over your wall. Dozens of pictures, missing posters, news articles linked with red yarn, and push pins.
Steven sat on the edge of the bed, face pale as Marc and Jake loudly debated on what to do or how to respond. "They will run!" Jake shouts. "No, they won't. Their our kid. They love us. Plus, where would they go? We've been with them their own lives. They have no one else." Jake scoffed. "You don't need somewhere to go, to run!" Jake counters in a panic. Steven is still quietly staring at the wall. Then everyone goes quiet when the front door opens.
"Shit," Marc says unprepared. "Let's knock them out and relocate," Jake suggested. "What?! We are not doing that!"
Your bedroom door opens, and Steven doesn't pull his attention away from the wall. You're stiff once you see what they're looking at. "Daddy?" You asked, understanding easily which one of your fathers was fronting. "How long..." He gulped and pulls his attention to you. "How long..." Steven can't finish his sentence as tears well up in his eyes. You frown and set your things down. "Well..." You began with a sigh sitting down next to him. "About a month..." He looks at you guilty. "I'm guessing by that look on your face that my theory is right?" Steven knew what you were referring to but didn't want to believe that you knew.
Your fathers told you that you were adopted and saved from a home of neglect. They weren't lying about that part but still left off major details. "And what is your theory darling?" He asked. Marc and Jake had gone quiet to listen to your response.
You took a deep breath, trying not to begin to cry. "You... you guys took me away from my family and..." Tears slipped down your cheek. "Then killed them." Steven's eyebrows frown as he hears you speak the truth. "Yes, sweetheart. We did..." You look down, letting your tears free flow. Steven, let you cry for a moment before gently lifting your chin to meet your eyes. "But we weren't laying in saying your...dare I say 'your family' did neglect you." You nodded. "I know... I've read the articles..." Steven smiled to himself, whipping away your tears with his thumb. "I'm glad to see those research tools I taught you are paying off." You chuckled. "I guess..."
Steven looked back at the wall, then at you. "What started you down this path?" You shrugged. "It's stupid really... I was walking home from work and I saw a really old missing poster with a kid on it. It was a little buried under a bunch of other posters. I thought it was a little funny that they looked like me as a kid, you know?" Steven watches you daze off as you recall how you got to this point. "Then I pulled back the other posters to the info on it and... the kid had my birthday... the last seen outfit they were wearing was described as an out I often wore when I first started to live with you." you could recall the first week if you're 'adoption' you only had the one outfit.
Steven carefully holds your hands in his lap. You then told him about putting more and more pieces together. You found your biological parents, graves, and articles. The more you found out, the more burry memories became clear.
There was a moment of silence when you were done. "I'm sorry we never told you..." Steven spoke softly, his thumb ceasing your hand. You gave him a weak smile. Then, he gave a deep exhale. "You know... Even though I wish I had come into this family differently... I don't hate any of you... your my dads. You've been nothing but good to me..." Steven smiles softly at you and kisses your forehead. "I also wish you came to us differently, but unfortunately... life doesn't always happen the way we wish..." Another tear falls from your eye. "I know..." You replied in a shaking voice. "I just like to tell myself that the stork dropped you off at the wrong house at first and that you were always meant to be our kid... to be my kid." You smile and kiss his cheek. You hear your father sigh. "Marc wants to speak with you..." You sniffle and nod. "Are you going to be okay?" He double-checks. You nodded again with a small smile. "Yes, Daddy. I'll be okay." He kisses you on your head again. When his strong hand gently held the back of your neck, you knew Marc was now fronting. "Hey, Dad." You say as he pulls again. "Hey, sport." He took a deep breath and looked at the wall. "Look, kid... I'm sorry things turned out like this..." You take a deep breath and meet his eyes. "Who's idea was it?" You surprised yourself with your first question, thinking you'd ask it later. Marc looks at you confused. "What?" He asked, making you sigh. "Who's um... idea was it to kidnap me?" He gulped nervously. "Well... that's..." You could tell by the hesitant your other fathers were talking to him. "Jake's!" He blurts out. "I mean... I knew... what he was going to do before it happened, but he fought for the body. Khonshu had ordered him to kill your birth parents anyway. Then, a few days after he did it, Jake finally let someone else have the body. I woke up to see you living with us... and at that point, there was nothing Steven and I could do." He gave a happy scoff at how quickly of a father Steven had become. "I thought we should leave you at an orphanage, but Steven kept crying about how you're his kid now. Our kid." You thought about your childhood and how Steven was the most affectionate and clingy out of your three fathers. "Not to mention people would have asked questions..." You nodded through your tears and laid back on your bed, causing Marc to join you. There was silence as you stared up at your ceiling. Years ago, Steven had bought you glow-in-the-dark stars from the museum gift shop used to work at. It's a mystery how they still work. "I'm sorry..." Marc whispered, breaking the quiet. He turns his head to look at you. You bite your lip and nodded trying not to start sobbing loudly. Of course, you knew you were adopted and that your birth parents weren't good people, but it all still hurt. "Come here." Your dad said, pulling your crying face to his chest. He rubbed your back as you cried.
Mean while in head space...
"Why do they cry?" Jake asked Steven, confused. "Their so-called parents were shit. We helped." He finished. Steven shook his head. "Because We stole them away... we did a very bad thing." Jake scoffed at the idea of thinking what he did was wrong. "Bad? No." He clicked his tongue. "We gave them a real home. That's good." Steven was too emotionally drained to give a real argument. "Yeah, well... I'd be sad too if I found out I was kidnapped... no matter how I love the people who did it..." Steven mumbled to himself as Jake ranted nonsense. Steven watched from your bedroom mirror as Marc comforted you and gave a sad smile. Marc was the most against "taking you in" when this all started. Felt too guilty to even look at you. However, over the years, Marc grew to love it and fear this day. The day they would all have to tell you the truth.
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yandere-fixation · 2 months
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masterlist
a quick note: all of these works are yandere where it's mentioned in the title or not.
14 days with you
a comfort blurb (ren x gn reader)
for the best (platonic! ren x gn reader)
happy birthday (ren x gn reader)
i hate you, i love you (ren x tsundere! gn reader)
ren x autistic reader headcanons
safe haven (ren x gn reader)
camp willowpeak
a burning love (harper x yandere! gn reader)
harper x tsundere! gn reader
sharing an umbrella (harper x gn reader)
duality vn
the talk (keith x gn reader)
waking up blurb (keith x gn reader)
hannibal
forever part one (platonic! hannigram x mentally ill reader)
forever part two (platonic! hannigram x mentally ill reader)
hannibal with an s/o who tries to break up with him
hannibal x latina! reader headcanons
hannibal meeting his long lost daughter
hannigram protecting their s/o from a toxic relative
hannigram with a werewolf s/o
hannigram with an s/o who runs away then gets caught again
platonic! hannibal, will, and abigail with abigail's friend from a horrible household
platonic yandere bedelia du maurier headcanons
platonic! will graham with a kidnapped reader
yandere! hannibal renovating while the reader ogles him
yandere! hannigram x gn vampire reader headcanons
younger sibling! reader finding out hannibal's the chesapeake ripper
moon knight
in the end (yandere! arthur harrow x gn reader)
like it or not (yandere arthur harrow x male reader)
more than you know (yandere! arthur harrow x gn reader)
no turning back (yandere! steven grant x gn reader)
soon (yandere! arthur harrow x gn reader)
the bad guy (yandere! marc spector x gn reader)
original characters
fear and loathing (yandere! monster x gn reader)
monster knows best (yandere! monster x male reader)
self aware! tv show character (turned yandere) x gn reader
when night falls (yandere! monster x male reader)
yandere husband getting caught killing someone by his s/o
yandere necromancer x reanimated! gn reader
resident evil: village
restart heart vn
a gentle hand blurb (ezra x autistic! gn reader)
ezra comforting the reader after a breakup
see thru: need a friend?
a listening ear blurb (friend x autistic! gn reader)
first 'i love you' (friend x gn reader)
friend and sunny day jack with an s/o like moon knight
whatever it takes (friend x gn reader)
something's wrong with sunny day jack
friend and sunny day jack with an s/o like moon knight
irreplaceable (sunny day jack x gn reader)
sunny day jack x autistic reader headcanons
sunny day jack x chronically ill! reader headcanons
superstore
yandere! jonah simms x gn reader headcanons
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yanmaresu · 2 years
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"Tonight the moon is full, and I'm feeling romantic, mi vida, so I'll explain things in a pretty way for you. My love is like a rose. You can be careful and take it in your hands with no pain, or I can force it in your grasp... I'm going upstairs, you have until then to choose."
yandere! Moon Knight/Jake Lockley fanart
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mykinkyyandere · 2 years
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More Beautiful
AO3
Part 2 (wip)
Pairings: Yandere/Dark! Marc Spector X f!Reader
Summary: Things happen that you can't explain, and that man is always around. You want to run but he insists you come with him.
Warnings: Smut, non-con/dub-con, kidnapping, oral sex (receiving), masturbating, overstimulation, violence/tantrum, cum play, dissociative identity disorder
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You were hiding behind a wall when you heard the sounds of smashing and shouting coming from right in front of you. The awkward guy you saw a few times at the museum looked like he was having a tantrum. Even though you've never spoken before, you greeted a few times. You forgot to read his name on his badge every time but could blame his weird stares for that.
All the strange and terrifying events happened around prevented you from thinking clearly. You didn't want him to notice you, which could get you in redundant trouble. You had to sneak out of there and not get yourself killed in weird accidents on the way. But when it came to putting it into action, you couldn't. All you could do was hide there and tremble.
He was fighting, apparently with himself. That wasn't the first time you had seen him talk or shout to himself. The things he said were... creepy. You can't have her, I won't let it happen, she's not yours. It wasn't hard to see he had psychological problems, and you didn't blame him for that or defend he should be feared and avoided. You sincerely hoped one day he would get help and be okay. But if you think in in the light of these developments, you didn't know him at all and he was on the scene.
"C'mon, you can do this. Run to the right. No, left." You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. You could feel the heavy pressure on your chest, it blocked your breathing. But you knew it wasn't real. You were scared, that's all.
You made a move to check him, but you managed to perfectly drop the chair next to you. You immediately crouched to the ground and covered your mouth, which had opened in shock and fear. 'I'm absolutely fucked, absolutely.'
You couldn't do anything but crouch there shivering and hope he ignored you. Maybe he didn't hear, maybe he did but didn't care, maybe he did but didn't have time, maybe he did but-
"Are you okay?" His voice made you jump and you fell backwards. He looked at you, raising his hands, and smiled. He waved his hand assuring you that everything was alright. But you crawled back and hit another wall.
"I heard the sound, you don't have to be afraid. I just want to make sure you're okay." What happened to his accent? You could swear he had a different accent before. He tried to hold your your hand but you hit him.
"Stay away." Your tears ran down and you looked at him pleading. He kneeled down before you and tried to hold your shoulder instead. You didn't want it, shook your shoulder but he held it anyway. He pulled you to himself and stroked your hair as you pushed his chest and cried. He whispered in your ear like calming a baby. "I know you're scared. Come with me."
You tried with all your might to get rid of him, but he was so strong, he didn't let you to go. "I'll explain everything, I promise. But before that, you must come with me. It's not safe here." He pulled you away from him and looked into your eyes. What a sweet and scared woman. You were so close, right in front of him and he could touch you, finally.
You can't have her, he barely heard him, who's just getting used to being trapped inside. He smiled and responded, "I already had."
"What? I really don't understand. Just, please let me go, please." You cried, ignoring the trembling of your voice.
He smiled, listened your pleads and felt your hands on his chest. He watched your trembling lips and licked his dry ones. "Sorry, didn't realise I was loud. I was thinking about something I wanted to have a long time ago but that doesn't matter, because I have it now." He stopped and looked at you for a few seconds. His gaze was different. He looked happy but in a weird way. "My name is Marc. Marc Spector."
You watched him carefully, not deceived by his caring tone. He didn't stop making eye contact and smiling. You didn't want to say anything and he knew he couldn't force you to speak. He held you tight by the arm and lifted you to your feet. "You're in shock, come with me."
He walked despite your objections and there was no way to break free from his tight grip. You dug your nails into his hands, arms, wherever you could, and tried to run away by hurting him, but he didn't seem to be affected at all. You even tried to bite him.
"I will scream." You prepared to take a deep breath to let out the loudest scream you could, but Marc closed your mouth and your muffled voice disappeared under his hand.
"Don't be so fiery, my love. You're making everything difficult." He turned into a scary, white man and quickly took you to his apartment, and he was back to normal. You didn't understand what happened and you didn't want to. He scared you so much that you just sobbed. When he opened the foor and got in, he saw him on the new mirror he got. You're hurting her. He spoke again, crying. Don't hurt her.
"I'm not hurting her! You really think I wanna hurt her?" He shouted and made you sob under his hand. You jumped and accidentally leaned against his body. He rubbed your arm apologetically and looked around to find a place to sit for you. Then he saw him again. Then why are you doing this? Look at her. His voice cracked and his shaking hand pointed at you.
Marc bended his head looked at you. You were holding his wrist, his hand was wet with your tears. You were sobbing and trembling under his grip. His gaze softened, and he felt a sense of guilt. He pulled his grip as he sat you on one of the couches near the door and watched you burst into sobs. See? You hurt her.
"Okay, why don't you just shut up?"  He pushed his head back and rubbed his head with a sigh of exasperation. When he looked at you again, he saw you looking at him in amaze. He could see you were disgusted with him, that wasn't in his plan.
He quickly shook his head and kneeled down before you, rubbed your arms. "No, no. I wasn't talking to you. Just-" he kept interrupted by your sobs, hits and him. He kept saying he hurt you, all the time, like a broken radio in his head. Oh, Marc was really sick of that wimp.
He left you there to cry and stood up slowly, pissed off. He turned into that mirror and point his finger at him, laughing. "You know Steven, I've told you many times to ask her out. Meet her, get her number, start a friendship or at least a goddamn acquaintance. But you had to watch her from afar because of your coward ass." He grabbed a glass on the table and threw it at the mirror.
"I'm sick of you, you're a loser who keeps me from having her." He picked up a broom from the corner and removed the stick. He ran through the apartment, broke all the mirrors he saw, one by one. "This body is mine, she is mine and you will never get in my way."
As he moved away from you to break other mirrors, you realize that you have a chance to escape. You tried to come to your senses. Every second mattered, you couldn't waste your time. You stood up quickly and opened the door he forgot to lock. You ran as soon as you stepped outside. You were so scared that you ran faster than you had ever run before without thinking of anything. Should you take the elevator? Maybe you should use the stairs and hide on one of the floors. The second option seemed more reliable to you, but as you headed for the stairs, you heard his voice. "She ran away because of you, you scared her!"
You looked behind and saw him, walking towards you really fast. He didn't wanted to run and making you think he's someone you should run away, but he also wanted to be as fast as possible. But still, that didn't stop him from looking like a psychopath rushing towards you. "Darling, come here. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. You got everything wrong."
You literally flew down the stairs. You struggled not to faint from the fear running through your veins. Your whole body was shaking, you had trouble moving. Fear didn't want your body to move, you felt like you were about to be paralyzed. As you tried to run, your feet went numb, your hands gripping the handrail slipped, and when you reached the last steps, your feet tripped. Fortunately you were only fell a few steps, but you gave him enough time to catch up with you.
He looked at you from the top of the stairs. Your lying body filled him with concern, and he soon reached you. You begged him not to come near, but he sat next to you and carefully pulled you into his lap. As he gently examined your body, he asked if it hurt. He continued to press gently to find a sore spot.
"Who were you talking to?" You found enough courage to asked. You didn't have the strength to run anyway, and your legs were hurt. You wanted to at least get some information.
He apologized every time you let out painful little whines. "Hard to explain. His name is Steven and he wants out."
You were sure he suffered from dissociative identity disorder, not that hard to explain but you didn't say anything about it. Maybe telling him he might have such a disorder and the person he's talking to wasn't real would make things complicated, especially since you didn't want to piss him off while he kidnapped you.
"What was the white man?" You turned to his face and waited for his answer. You didn't think he was a superhero, but would he tell you he was a bad guy? A few minutes passed and he studied your body without answering your question. You realized that he wasn't going to talk, and you asked another question.
"Who's Steven?" After proving that your legs hurt, he held you in his arms. You didn't want to go there, you didn't want him to lock you, but there was nothing you could do. At least for now.
He slowly climbed the stairs and walked towards his apartment. "Steve's someone you shouldn't think about. I don't want you to know anything about him." He entered his flat and this time locked the door. He walked across the floor full of broken glass, laid you on his bed. He took your hand and placed it on his chest. "My name is Marc Spector. It's enough for you to know my name because all you're gonna need will be it."
He pulled your pants off your legs and quickly left you in your panties. You screamed and tried to push him away, but you were weak. He lifted one of your legs and closed his eyes. He stroked it gently, starting at your wrists and rubbed his tongue as he sniffed your sweet skin. You trembled as his licks went cold in seconds, and you watched him until he was between your legs.
Stop it, she doesn't want it.
Marc ignored him and switched to the other leg. While giving it the same attention, this time he kept his eyes open and looked at you. You looked at him with fear and an emotion he couldn't name. Are you excited? Do you like it when he gently caresses your legs? Did the wetness of his tongue cool you down? Did the warmth of his lips and breath make you sweat?
He felt you weren't as fierce as the first time. You were calmer as he took off your top and left you in your underwear. Such a pretty bra, he thought. "You like what you see, Steven?"
He grabbed one of your arms and licked your wrist. You tried to pull it but he held it tightly. He drew circles with his tounge then kissed your palm and looked at you. He looked so dark, he looked so hungry. And you looked so helpless. He slowly licked your arm and made you whimper. He didn't break the eye contact and you looked at him, completely under his control. You felt submissive and you hated it. But he loved it.
Take your hands off her!
Steven's shout made him laugh. He grabbed your other arm and rubbed his tongue at it as well, staring into your teary eyes. When he got to your shoulder, he placed a kiss on it and took off his shirt, revealing his muscular body. Seeing you staring at his abs, he amusedly took your hands and placed them on his chest. "Touch it baby, don't be shy."
"N-no!" You stuttered and wanted to take your hands off, but he didn't let you. He grabbed your hands tightly and caressed his body. He grinned as you turned your head to the side and whimper. Let her go!  Steven cried out in anger, watching helplessly how Marc cornered you.
"I'm not letting her go. Shut up and watch." He took off his pants and leaned over you, wrapping your legs around his waist. He placed his tongue at the edge of your bra and slowly licked your skin upwards. As he got closer to up, he grabbed your chin and made you throw your head back. He licked your neck from head to toe, then slowly crossed your chin and drew circles on your lips. You couldn't turn your head because of his steel grip.
He bit your lower lip slowly and pulled it into his mouth. He put his hand on the back of your head and pinned you to himself as he danced with his tongue on your lips. You didn't know how long he kissed you like that, but when he pulled back, your lips were red and swollen. And you were out of breath. "Look, Steven. She's so obedient."
He gripped your bra and squeezed it gently. You let out a cute moan and he smiled. He took your hand and placed it back on his chest, stroked his muscles. You panicked as he went down and tried to pull your hand away, but he continued and grabbed himself over his boxer. You screamed when you felt his hardness in your hand.
"Don't be scared, baby. Your little cunt is perfect for me." He continued to stroke himself, staring at you with his perverted, dark eyes. It was amazing that you turned your head, closed your eyes tight, and whined.
Don't do this to her, please.
This time he heard Steve's pleading voice. He was really getting on his nerves. Why would he prefer to watch from afar when he could just go and have you? You were there, in his bed, completely defenseless. All thanks to him. But no, Steven had to whine. He rolled his eyes and sighed. "You can thank me later."
He took your other hand and used them to slowly lower his boxer. He grinned and ran his tongue over his teeth as his hard cock was almost about to come out. Oh, yes. He wanted you to look at his cock. His hard, big cock just for you. A little more, a little more, slowly... And there was it. It swung like a bow and slammed into his hard belly. You scream so cutely that he laughed and grabbed himself with one of your hand. He stroked it and pulled your bra down, showing your beautiful breasts to him.
"Oh baby, you're so beautiful." He ran his hand over your breasts and squeezed each of them. He tightened your hand, moaning as he stroked his hard cock. But then he released your hand and unbuttoned your bra. He threw it behind him and brought his mouth to suck your tits. He grabbed your left breast and squeezed it gently. He slowly ran his tongue around your hard nipple and drooled over it. He rubbed his lips softly up and down, stimulating your sensitive nipple even more. You could do nothing but moan and squirm underneath.
Then he licked your nipple with small, frequent thrusts. He felt it on his tongue moving up and down, and you felt it too. As he inhaled and exhaled, his hot breath and the cold air helped you feel your nipples move. He gently grabbed it and put it in his mouth before moving on to your other breast. He sucked you like a baby drinking milk and supported with tongue thrusts. You moaned, squirmed and screamed. Even though you wanted to run away from him, your body's reaction was embarrassing. You could feel the hot liquid dripping between your legs.
He lifted his head and turned his wild gaze into your eyes. All those times, all he could do was dream of touching you, feeling you, tasting you... but now it was real. You were under him and needy. He placed a hard, watery kiss on your lips before moving on to your other breast and paid the same attention to it.
When he was done with your breasts, your nipples were very sensitive. They were red and swollen, with his red handprints on your breasts. He stared at them with admiration, then brought his hands to your hips to pull your panties off. He caressed and squeezed your soft thighs before slowly pulling down your panties. Then he placed his hungry gaze on your revealed, shining pussy. He took your panties and sniffed it. He felt the wetness of your juice and licked your panties to taste it before tossing it aside. "You're perfect my baby."
It wasn't hard for him to stop you from covering your legs. He slowly ran his tongue up and down as he buried his head on your delicious pussy, causing you to moan and push your hips to his face. Your sweet pussy was so sensitive that he couldn't help sticking his mouth to you and sucking hard. You squeezed his head with your legs and screamed, making his cock throbbing. His tongue ruthlessly licked your slit and caressed your clit up and down roughly. You begged him to let you go, but your body betrayed you. Your innocent body reacted the way you didn't want and it felt strange feelings. Rough touches of a rough man. Deprived of this, your body easily got wet you and sweetened his thirsty mouth.
Entranced by the taste of your juice, he grabbed one of your breasts and took your nipple between his fingers, playing with it. "No, please don't. Too sensitive." You pleaded but he put his other hand on your other nipple and caressed them both while sucking on your clit hard. Your screams didn't stop him, but it did alert Steven. He amazed by your voice. Marc lifted his head so Steven could see you and fixed his sharp gaze on you as he savored you.
She looks so beautiful. He watched you throw your head back and squeeze your legs as you gripped Marc's wrists. Damn, you were beautiful. Marc pulled back a little and gasped. "Do you know what's more beautiful?"
Then he went back to sucking on you. His tongue thrusts were shameless, after sucking on your clit for a while, he went to your slit to drink your delicious dripping juice and ran his tongue inside it. Then, he turned back to your clit and stretched out your bud as if it was a gum. His fingers played with your nipples like marbles, rubbing the tips as if cleaning a leaking cream, and squeezing your breasts as if kneading dough. You were his feast, and he wanted to devour you.
Your body couldn't handle the overstimulation, The feelings growing inside took over every inch of you. Your legs were clamped around his head and your hands gripped his wrists tightly. You closed your eyes, threw your head back and screamed, shaking so hard. "Marc!"
His name spilled from your lips was the last straw for him. After feeling each of your throbs in his mouth and drinking your juice, he stepped back and took your hands harshly. He cum in seconds, stroking his needy cock with your tiny hands and staring at your abused, glowing pussy. "This. She's more beautiful like this."
He ran his thumb over your trembling lips and watched your eyes blink timidly. "I'll take very good care of you, baby." He whispered and lazily rubbed his cum over your body, trying to catch his breath. He wanted to have the second round and this time, he wanted to cum in your tight little pussy.
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The Fractured Moon - Part 2
Yandere! Marc Spector - Jake Lockley - Steven Grant X f!Reader
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Part 2 Summary:
You spend the next week adjusting to your new life with these men. The longer it takes for them to break you in, the more it's going to hurt.
Disclaimer:
I created this fic for the sole purpose of exploring the yandere thing as a fanfiction "kink" in a safe way and in a safe space. I in no way would want this to happen to myself or someone else. This fic is not a reflection of my moral beliefs. - Further, this fic is not an accurate representation of people with DID (dissociative identity disorder). These men happen to have DID and I'm putting them in a situation where they would have an unhealthy obsession with the reader character.
Tags/Warnings:
NSFW, Stalking, non-con, somnophilia, rape, mentions of murder, drugged sex, kidnapping, manipulation, dacryphilia, voyeurism, threats of physical harm, copious amounts of sex, copious amounts of unprotected sex, blood, unrealistic refractory period, biting, slapping, hitting, reader is smol, choking, non-consensual drug use (kinda), cock-warming. This is a Dead Dove Do Not Eat situation.
Word Count: 15k (Don't look at me)
Así = Like that
Buena niña = Good girl
Vamos = Come on
Comprende = Understand
At some point in the night you slept. Your captors seemed to leave you at peace long enough for you to doze on and off throughout the night. You felt weak, hungry, and thirsty as your eyes fluttered open the following morning. You didn’t even remember actually falling asleep, all you remembered was Steven kissing you on the cheek, and then leaving the room to let you rest. He said he’d come back to wake you with something special. Now you had that aching feeling between your legs while you stirred, something was inside of you that wasn’t there when you’d slumbered off. You recognized that feeling. One of them was stuffing you with their cock again.
Steven had been away from you all night. They’d neglected their duties as Moon Knight for so long that they finally had to put in some work for Khonshu. When they returned home, he wasted no time going straight to your room. He felt a sense of relief when he could see that you were right where they’d left you, sleeping soundly in your bed, and naked.
He was so excited, seeing you laying there so soundly. He’d stripped himself down and crawled in behind you, much like he had the first time he’d taken you. It was Jake’s idea to keep you naked all the time for moments like this. They needed to be able to have you whenever the need arose, and Steven had been kind enough to let you rest overnight. His need was heavy now, and he’d been so good and patient.
“G’morning love, I needed to feel you again.” The one with the British accent was squeezing you against himself again, rutting into you roughly.
“N-no, please.” You croaked, which was promptly followed by a large hand covering your mouth.
“Now don’t start that. You can’t expect me to believe you’re that upset when you’re soaking the sheets like this, yeah?” He groaned in your ear, “I don’t want to hear another word unless you’ve got something nice to say.”
You whimpered into his strong hand. Steven was huffing into your ear while he kept fucking you. He was right, you were drenched, slick dripping over your thighs and onto the sheets. He had himself wrapped firmly around your arms so you couldn’t move. You wished he would stop.
“If you’ll be good and quiet f’me, I can use this hand for something better. Something you might like, yeah?”
You didn’t respond. Admitting that you wanted him to touch you would further his growing delusion that you liked what was happening to you.
“You’re going to be a brat, hm?” He kissed your neck, right behind your earlobe, “s’alright love. When I’m all finished, Jake says he’s gonna make you behave a little better.”
You let out a muffled and half-hearted scream in response.
“Oh hell.”
The sound of your little shriek made his cock twitch inside of you. He liked the sound. Steven gave up on trying to silence you, wanting to hear you even clearer. It didn’t matter anyway, they lived so far removed from others that no one would hear you no matter how hard you screamed. He brought his hand down from your mouth and wrapped his fingers around your neck. He felt your throat vibrate when you gulped against his thick digits.
“Don’t worry darling, not gonna really choke you, just like havin’ my hands on you,” his voice was low. “You know I don’t want to hurt you right? None of us do. We love you. We just can’t risk losing you. That’s why you’re here.”
“It hurts.” You whined, feeling pain searing through your aching hole.
“Sh, I know love, it will feel good soon. I know you’ll be happy here, gonna take real good care of you now.”
Despite your defiance, Steven wanted to give you what you needed, and so he did. He loosened the hand that was holding your waist and brought it down to the apex of your thighs. You squeezed your legs together tightly, forcing a frustrated grunt from Steven as he thrust into you again.
“Darling please, s’not hard to just let me give you what I know you want yeah? Why are you acting like this?” He sounded like he was getting angry with you, forcing a chill down your spine.
Something about the way his cock slid against your walls the next time made you feel an overwhelming sense of pleasure, despite your mind telling you that you should be fighting to get away. Almost involuntarily you parted your thighs just enough for him to slide his middle finger in over your swollen and slippery clit. He let out a shaky moan against your ear.
“Ooh love, that feels good doesn’t it? Can feel you gripping around me so tight.” Steven started rolling his hips into you faster.
He was still in awe of how you felt, so warm and soft while he dragged his length over your walls repeatedly. A soft moan escaped your lips, and Steven thought he might faint after hearing the sound. Did you even know how beautiful your voice was to them, especially when you were enjoying yourself?
“Knew you’d like that, you sound so pretty it’s unreal.”
He swirled his finger around your nub and heard you sniffle while you continued crying. No matter how good it felt, you were still terrified. There was nothing you could do other than lay there. His fingers around your throat would get tighter if you tried to move, and surely your punishment with the mean one, Jake, would be even worse if you didn’t behave.
“You ready for me to fill you up again? Want to feel you gushin’ over me first love, come on.” Steven urged, sliding his fingers over your clit faster.
You didn’t answer verbally, but you arched back into his chest, getting as close to him as you could when you felt his fingers moving at an increased pace. Steven felt relieved to see you becoming more compliant to their needs after only one day. Marc had mocked him when Steven said you liked them, but this was proof. Why else would you be so good for him? Why else would you be reaching up to grab on to his forearm, holding his hand in place over your mound.
A love-struck smile spread over Steven’s face. You were holding onto him, squeezing tightly as he fucked into you harder. Your sobbing got louder, mixed with the soft hiccups of you trying to catch your breath. Regardless, those sweet little moans could be heard between each whimpering cry.
“You sound so good love, so-so good ah. Not gonna last, need you to come for me, hurry please.” He begged, continuing to rub the pad of his finger over your clit.
He didn’t even need to ask, you were already there. You pressed your lips together tightly, not wanting to make a sound. You didn’t want him to hear how good he’d made you feel. You still huffed through your nose though, and a muffled groan rumbled through your throat regardless of your attempt to stay quiet.
“Oh there you go love, there you are. Knew you would come for me, so good-so good-so fucking good-“
Steven squeezed you so tight you thought your bones might break. You made a choking sound that resulted in a flurry of apologies from his lips. His thrusting ceased while you felt his cock start pulsating inside of you, filling your cunt full of his hot spend.
You belonged to him.
He held onto you while he grew soft and kept repeating those words to himself. He had you there, and you weren’t going anywhere. You were theirs for the taking, any time they wanted; any time they needed. Steven muttered various words of affection in your ear while you felt yourself still crying with shame. You didn’t want to give him that satisfaction of your orgasm. You’d tried so hard to hold back.
“You did so well love. You feel so good I can’t wait until later when you’ll get to have me again.”
His words stuck with you even after he left. I can’t wait until later when you’ll get to have me again.
He said it as though it were a prize you’d won, like he was going to be doing you a favor; As though you weren’t there completely against your will and trapped in a room with no way out. You weren’t sure you could take more, you were so tender from all the torture they’d already forced you to endure. You just wanted to be let free, or left alone. Either way was fine by you.
Jake planned to give your aching hole a break, knowing that Steven was sure to have difficulty restraining himself in the coming days, and perhaps even weeks. When Jake came back to you later, you seemed to have stopped crying. You looked so small, sitting on the bed with the blanket pulled up to cover yourself. As soon as you saw him, you flinched back, putting yourself against the wall as far from him as you could, bringing the blanket closer to your face as though it would protect you. Jake had on his leather gloves, white button down with the sleeves rolled up, and his black slacks. He loosened his tie and undid two of the top buttons on his shirt as he approached you with a smug grin spread over his face.
“Hola bebita.” He stood at the foot of the bed with his arms crossed over his chest.
You remembered that this was the one who held the gun to your head…the one who had you the most frightened of the three. Jake. Steven had warned that Jake was going to ‘make you behave a little better’, whatever that was supposed to mean. You felt the tears threatening to fall already. You were so sick of crying, but you couldn’t help it, you were so afraid, and in so much pain. Didn’t they see that? Didn’t any of them have some empathy or compassion?
“P-please J-Jake I’m sorry.” You looked to see if he had a weapon that he meant to hurt you with, but it didn’t appear so…not yet anyway.
“Oh sweetheart you were very good for Steven.” He beckoned you over with his finger, “come here, sit at the end of the bed.”
You gulped and shook your head slowly, silently pleading with him to be merciful. You didn’t want to go anywhere near him. There was no telling what he intended to do to you. At least Steven was predictable, albeit painful, but you knew what to expect. Jake brought you a different kind of fear. The fear of the unknown.
“Listen, there are two ways we can do this sweetheart, and one will be much better for you if you just do what I tell you to do, comprende?” Your eyes were glistening wet while you looked at him pleadingly. He loved to see the way your bottom lip quivered. 
“Are you going to k-kill me?” You pulled the blankets up over your mouth to hide your quivering chin.
“Of course not, that wouldn’t do me any good at all, would it?”
Faster than you could react, Jake grabbed the blankets and yanked them from you. You were left naked on the bed with nothing but your pillows and the fitted sheet beneath you. You covered yourself with your arms, like it mattered. The man in front of you sighed and started removing his tie.
“One last time, are you gonna come over here on your own or am I going to have to make you?”
You didn’t say anything. Jake noticed that you didn’t seem to talk much. He wondered if you were just afraid, or if you were naturally a quieter person. Either way, it didn't matter. Something about the way you cowered in fear in his presence made him feel painfully aroused, and filled with an insurmountable excitement. After making no attempt to move toward him on your own, he knew he was going to have to make you comply.
“Don’t hurt her, she’s scared.” Marc said in a guilt ridden tone.
Jake wasn’t going to do any actual harm to you, but he was going to make sure that when you looked in the mirror, you were reminded of who owned you now. He wanted you to feel a phantom pain on the marks he left behind every time you thought about screaming or running away. He wanted you to see the reminders on your body and think about what you’d done so you may never think of doing it again. It was the only way they could reasonably keep you there and find a way to make you happy too. His lessons were for your benefit, despite what you might be thinking. If you could learn to obey well enough, they could let you roam the house from time to time, rather than keep you confined to the one room for the rest of your days.
Jake removed a glove and walked to one of the doors in your room. He used his thumb on an electronic lock pad by the door to unlock it. It wasn’t out of the norm for Jake to have handcuffs and torture devices on hand. Sometimes when they were doing their work for Khonshu they had to get answers out of people the hard way. Before this room was yours, they used it to interrogate the criminals Jake would bring back there. When they decided they were taking you, they made it a little more comforting, adding a bed to the otherwise empty room. Steven had suggested adding more to make it warmer, but Jake reminded him they didn’t have time to hire a damn interior designer before bringing you home. Your comfort could be managed later.
He pulled out some cuffs before closing the door and turning to face you once again. He swung the restraints around his finger while looking right at you. You gulped harshly. Defying him was a mistake, and you were wondering now if it was too late to show your willingness to comply with his demands. You crawled to the end of the bed quickly and sat back on your knees, covering your breasts with your arm and placing your hand over your mound in your lap, as if modesty was something you could achieve in your current position.
“Aw bebita, you should’ve done this sooner.”
He took your chin between his thumb and forefinger and turned your face from one side to the other. You were so fucking pretty he felt his stomach doing flips from just looking at you, and you were all his. He stepped back and gestured for you to turn.
“Turn around, hands behind your back, vamos.” He urged, never letting that snide grin fade from his face.
“I-I’m sorry Jake.” You said, remembering how much he liked it when you apologized before.
“Oh, princesa, I know. Come on now, turn around,” he said, tone unwavering and stern.
You looked at him a little longer, hoping he would change his mind and be kind to you, but his expression remained firm. You finally obeyed, turning and putting your hands behind your back. Just when you thought you were incapable of crying any more, more tears started falling down your cheeks. You let out a dry sob. If only you could get some water.
Jake knew you needed something to eat and drink, it was obvious in your voice. Marc was already chattering in the headspace with Steven about what they were going to do about that once Jake was finished. He handcuffed your delicate wrists together, smiling at himself when he saw your beautiful body from behind. They hadn’t had a chance to appreciate the full view until now. You were breathtaking from every angle, and he kept remembering that you were going to be there forever now. He could look at you whenever he wanted to.
“Buena niña,” he cooed.
You hiccuped as you cried harder. Jake loved the sound of your cries. He rested his bare hand on your shoulder, caressing your soft skin with his thumb. You pressed your lips together tightly to keep yourself from whimpering too loudly. He shushed you softly, running his palm over your arm.
“Next time, maybe you’ll listen a little better, si?”
You took a sharp breath, nodding slowly.
“Say, yes Jake.” He demanded.
“Y-yes Ja-Jake.”
“You’re a quick learner. I’m proud of you.” His voice was gravely with arousal. “When I praise you, I want you to say thank you, Jake.”
You whined, feeling your chest heave with emotional turmoil. You didn’t want to give him what he asked for, but you were afraid of what he might do if you were defiant. Jake put a large hand over your spine before pushing you forward. You bent in half, feeling your cunt exposed to the cool air of the room. You turned your head to the left so you could breathe. Jake let out a snicker behind you. The cold metal of the cuffs touching your lower back made you shudder.
“Thank you, Jake,” you choked out between sobs.
Jake noticed that you had your eyes closed tightly. You were so fucking afraid it was delicious. He grew excited knowing that he was about to ravage your body, inciting even more terror inside you. He could see how swollen your pussy lips were from their assault on you. Despite the aching of his cock pressing against his zipper, he wasn’t going to give it to you. Marc could later if he felt inclined, but Jake was there to teach you a lesson, not give you something he knew would ultimately pleasure you.
“The rules are simple sweetheart. If you can follow them, then you will be rewarded.” You felt the leather gloved hand press against your left cheek. “When I give you something, like a compliment, or when I let you come, you say thank you. Do you understand?”
You nodded slowly, keeping your eyes closed tight.
“When I ask a question, you will say, yes, Jake, or, no, Jake.” He squeezed your cheek so tight you winced in pain. “Tell me you understand.”
“Yes, Jake.” You opened your eyes, looking up at the man who was tormenting you.
“I need to hear you really say it, say it like you fucking mean it!” He pulled his hand back and smacked your rear, resulting in a harsh scream from your mouth. 
“Yes, Jake!”
He hummed in approval, “good, you sound so pretty princesa.”
Jake grabbed onto the cuffs to hold you in place with his bare hand. He started beating against each cheek until you were screaming and begging him to stop. A small puddle of drool collected next to your lips. You sobbed deeply, making noises you’d never heard come from your own mouth before. He didn’t stop though, he just kept hammering his gloved palm against you until you were certain your ass cheeks were going to fall off your body.
“Please, it hurts!” Your throat was sore from your desperate wails.
The burning on your skin didn’t end with his assault, which he fortunately ceased for the time being. Your cheeks continued to ache even when he was done. Through the blur of your tears you could see him reaching down to grab your waist. He was strong, tossing you like a ragdoll onto your back. You groaned at the feeling of the cuffs jabbing into your spine. The sheets, despite how soft they were, stung against your backside.
“Jake, I think she’s had enough, look at her.” Marc said.
“Hmm,” he mused, looking over your trembling form.
Jake didn’t quite agree with Marc, but it was only their first day having you there. He was impressed that you’d obeyed so well, and that you’d been able to withstand the beating he’d given you. Considering that you’d begged so beautifully, he decided to spare you any more torment for now.
“Bebita, I’m going to give you a final gift for today. You handled me so well, I think you can take just a little more, don’t you?”
You sniffled and nodded, “y-yes, Jake.”
A shaking breath left his lips at the words as you uttered them. Did you even realize how preciously innocent you looked? You had your knees up and pressed together tightly, clearly an attempt at modesty, but that wasn’t going to stop Jake. He placed a large hand on either knee and pried your legs apart with a grunt.
“Please, it hurts so much, please.” You begged, closing your eyes tightly.
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to fuck you sweetheart. Not right now.” Jake’s gloved finger dragged between your folds and rested on your clit.
You arched slightly into his touch. The fact that you were so desperate for stimulation whenever their hands were kind to you made you wonder if there was something wrong with your mind. You found yourself craving it, wanting more. He crawled onto the bed next to you, never removing his gloved fingers from your swollen nub. You bit your lip and moaned despite yourself.
“See, I can take care of you, just as much as I can hurt you, but you have to behave bebita. Gonna mark you up just a little more, okay?” Jake swooped into the side of your neck hungrily.
“Y-yes!” You said obediently.
He started sucking on the skin so hard that you let out a cry in pain. You tried to shy away and spare your bruised skin, still hurting from the way he’d choked you the night before, but Jake reached out, grabbing the other side of your head to keep you in place. You wondered if there would be an end to the torture they were putting you through, or if this was going to go on forever.
“You’ve been so good today sweetheart. Thought for sure you were going to give me a harder time than that. Maybe Steven’s right. Maybe you do like us,” he whispered softly in your ear.
“No, no, you’re monsters.” You bit your bottom lip to stop it from shaking.
“Oh, princesa, I was going to give you a little break from the pain, but now you’re starting to really piss me off.”
You gasped when you felt his teeth latch down over the meat of your shoulder. You shrieked, trying to pull away, but between the hand on your head and the one between your legs, you were trapped. Your body shook violently, trying to get yourself away from the searing pain until finally he stopped biting you. You breathed heavily, and realized he was still rubbing your clit. As the agony subsided, you started to feel that sweet tingling sensation you desired so much.
Jake looked over at you now, and when you met his eye you saw blood glistening on his lips. He smirked, leaning in to kiss you. You kept your mouth closed tightly, not wanting to give him that intimacy he seemed to be demanding from you.
“Do you want another one?” He looked at you with a dark, furrowed brow.
Another bite? No, you wouldn’t be able to handle that, the other one was tormenting you still. You leaned up, slotting your lips against his. He breathed out a feral moan as he entangled his tongue with yours. The taste of iron filled your mouth while your saliva mixed with the blood he’d taken from you. The smooth leather fingers changed direction, forcing a gasp from you.
“See, when you’re a good little girl, you get what you need from us.”
“You really hurt her, Jake,” Marc scolded.
What Jake couldn’t say out loud, not right then anyway, was that he was doing all of this to make sure you would be more pliant for them going forward. He knew that when Marc went to you later, when it was his time, that you would behave so perfectly for him, and that he would be grateful for Jake’s hard work. Marc always felt guilty, it was infuriatingly annoying to Jake, but he hoped when you showed your willingness to comply, Marc would change his tune.
He wondered if you knew how good a kisser you were. The way you kept melting your mouth into his over and over while you whimpered in your ecstasy made Jake’s brain go numb with pleasure. Your spine was arching, and Jake felt you start rocking your hips against his fingers. You started kissing him deeper, relaxing more into the motions. You were enjoying yourself, and that made him soften ever so slightly.
“Así,” he breathed gently against your lips, “mm, vamos princesa.”
You hated yourself for your words, but you were so close, and he was moving his fingers so slow.
“Faster…please,” your voice was almost inaudible.
“Hm? Gonna have to speak up for me sweetheart.”
“Faster!” You tucked your face into his neck in shame.
Jake sniffed out a laugh in response, moving his fingers a little quicker for you. You were there again, for the second time that day, moaning through your orgasm, muffled into his neck while he continued to slide his leather covered digits all over your clit. He muttered some sweet, coaxing words in your ear, no louder than a whisper. You felt fresh tears run down over your cheeks and onto his throat where your face was still buried. When you were finished, you fell back, fatigue washing over you in a heavy wave.
He stood up before turning you over. He undid your cuffs and walked over to the closet to put them back. When he turned around, you were still lying chest down on the bed. He knew you were probably hungry, thirsty, and tired.
“Get your blankets back on your bed and sit there. One of us will be in with some food and something to drink soon.” Jake ordered.
He watched as you sat upright slowly. You looked up at him with big glossy eyes. You looked tired and emotionally worn. Oh but you were still so breathtaking. He watched with nothing but adoration in his heart as you stood up and grabbed your bedding off the floor where he’d pulled it from you, and you proceeded to go tuck yourself back under the sheets, just as he’d told you to. You were learning so quickly. It was more than he could’ve hoped for.
“Very good bebita. Sit tight, we’ll be back later.”
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They knew everything about you. At least, that’s what they’d thought when they took you. Marc was standing with the fridge door open, staring at the food in front of him. He looked from top to bottom at least a dozen times. Someone would’ve thought he was deciding on a house to buy, not something simple like what food he was going to bring to a girl who hadn’t eaten or had water all day.
“Just pick something hermano.” Jake murmured coldly, “she’s gotta be starving, and with all that cryin’ I’m sure she’s thirsty as hell.”
Marc ignored Jake, but the fact remained…he wasn’t sure what you liked to eat. They’d seen your fridge back at your old apartment, it seemed like you were into most anything. Marc thought that something small would probably suffice, so he started putting together a plate. Steven was chattering on about the things he thought you might like, versus the things he thought you wouldn’t like. Every time Marc brought his hand out to grab something off a shelf, one of his alters had something to say about it. 
“Steven, I’m sure she’s going to be fine with this. Jake’s right, she hasn’t eaten since yesterday and she hasn’t had anything to drink.” Marc groaned and decided to put a few different options on a tray before walking back to your room.
“Yeah, sure, but what if she doesn’t like something on your little tray there? Hm?”
“Then I’ll make her something else,” Marc was talking softer as he approached your room, “you need to give her a break, you hear me? I know you’re going to want to spend the night with her, and you can, but for now, give it a rest.”
Steven muttered a few choice words in protest, but eventually conceded, knowing that Marc was right. You were spent. When Marc entered the room, he saw you just sitting there, staring at him. Except, as he got closer to you, he realized that you weren’t looking at him at all, you were looking wide-eyed at the tray in his hands. He felt his heart stop in his chest at the sight of you. You had the blanket covering yourself and you hurriedly pulled it to the side, leaving him a flat spot on the mattress to put the tray.
“Here you go honey,” Marc said, putting your meal down in front of you.
“T-thank you, Jake,” you muttered, rushing forward to your plate.
Marc’s stomach sunk. He supposed that to the untrained eye, he and Jake looked identical. They shared a body after all, and you weren’t accustomed to their minor differences in appearance yet. He sat down on the bed while you guzzled your water quickly, gulping it all down within seconds. He assumed that you probably didn’t care who out of the three he was, you were probably just afraid of the consequences if you didn’t say thank you.
“Woah,” he chuckled, taking the cup from you when you were finished. He held it in his hands and looked at you, “I’m actually Marc.”
“I’m sorry, I t-thought…oh no please don’t-”
“You’re okay,” he said, recognizing the look of panic boiling up inside of you, “just eat, please.”
Marc exhaled a small sigh of relief when you took a small bite of a cracker on your plate. He walked to the other side of the room and opened the only door without a thumbprint reader, the bathroom. Inside the bathroom he filled up the glass with more water from the tap. When he looked in the mirror he saw Steven staring back.
“We have a deal, Steven. We don’t interfere with each other’s time,” Marc spoke in a harsh whisper so you wouldn’t hear.
“Alright, yeah, sorry mate, just wanted to get a look s’all,” he said.
Marc knew that Steven might become a problem. While Marc and Jake shared the same unhealthy obsession as the other, Steven’s infatuation felt a little deeper, a little more…unhinged than the other two. Marc walked back and forth to the bathroom three times to get you more water before you were satisfied. He watched you carefully while you nibbled on your food, but you only ate enough to feed a small child. 
“Baby, come on. I need you to eat more than that,” he urged, picking up a grape in his fingers, “please.”
“I don’t want to. I want to go home,” you turned away from him, “it’s probably poisoned anyway right?”
“Oh…no!” Marc spoke in a gentle but very concerned tone. He pushed the tray aside and touched your shoulder softly, “no we would never-”
You winced when his fingers brushed over the bite that Jake had left behind. Marc felt a pang of guilt. Fuck, he thought. They were destroying you. Your spirit, your body, your soul. He thought about opening the doors right then and there and letting you go, but that thought alone made him feel like his heart might stop beating in his chest if he did. No. You leaving wasn’t an option…so he was just going to have to make you learn to love them, and love living there.
“I’m sorry he hurt you, but hey, when we tell you to do something, it’s for your own good, okay?” Marc felt relief when you turned back to face him, “there you go. Can you please eat something for me?”
He picked up the grape in his fingers again and brought it to your lips. Marc felt the weight fall off his shoulders when you opened your pretty, plump lips and let him drop the grape inside. You chewed, and he watched. You felt uncomfortable with him feeding you, but you also didn’t think you’d have the mental strength to continue feeding yourself. In some twisted way, you were grateful.
Marc immediately felt good inside. As if each grape he gave you chipped away at the guilt he’d harbored after they took you. It helped that there were a few times when your lips sucked his finger as he pulled it back. He felt his pants get tight around his groin while he fed you more. He’d told Steven you needed a break, but he wasn’t sure he was going to be able to stick to that himself. He hadn’t even had you yet. Jake and Steven were getting to have all the fun. He reminded himself of his goal though. With time, he’d win you over, and you’d eventually grow excited just from the sight of him. That day would be a dream come true.
“Thank you,” you said softly, once the grapes were all gone.
Marc brushed a thumb over your cheek, “I think Steven will be back again later. He has a hard time with…portion control.”
“I don’t think I can take more, really I-”
“Take this when he comes in,” Marc held out a small pill, “it will help you feel more relaxed.”
“You’re drugging me?” You asked, furrowing your brow at the small tablet in between his fingers.
“No, I’m handing you a drug. You don’t have to take it if you don’t want to, but it might help,” he said, holding it out in his palm.
You eyed the small pill before you took it and put it on the end table next to our bed. Marc gave you a forced smirk in an attempt to reassure you that everything would be alright before he grabbed the tray of half-eaten food and left you alone. From the way he felt Steven buzzing with excitement earlier when he was in the bathroom, he only hoped that you would heed his advice, or you were in for a night of pain.
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When the time came, you were grateful for the little pill Marc had given you. Steven walked in later that night and you hardly stirred. He wanted to look at your face this time while he fucked you, since the last two times he’d taken you was from behind. While he climbed over you, he couldn’t help noticing that you were more limp than usual, less responsive to his presence. Marc knew he wasn’t supposed to interfere with Steven’s time, but he could feel the panic coursing through him.
“Steven, just relax alright? She’s fine, I just gave her a little something to help with the pain.”
“Pain…are you hurtin’, love?” Steven’s eyebrows were stitched together with concern.
“Mm,” you murmured, “yes.”
You weren’t sleepy, not yet, but you were simply feeling a sense of comfort over your entire body, like you were laying in a cloud. Your head felt a little foggy, but the pain that Jake had caused earlier over your whole body, and the throbbing that you’d felt between your legs, subsided.
“I’m going to help you give her what she needs okay? Just do exactly what I say.” Marc said gently.
“Yeah, alright,” Steven licked his lips and nodded, “gonna give you a treat tonight darling.”
Steven lined his fat tip up with your hole, sliding it between your folds and collecting the juices there. He couldn’t believe you were so wet and ready for him. Even through the sedative, you felt a sharp pain at your swollen and tender entrance. You winced, grabbing the sheets to brace yourself. You were so weak, your grip was meaningless, but you did it anyway out of instinct.
“There’s no way around it, it’s gonna hurt, but at least spit on it a little, get yourself nice and slick all over for her.”
Steven obeyed Marc’s orders, drawing a glob of spit together and dropping it down over his thick cock. He stroked it over himself, coating his length until it was slippery and glossy. Steven moaned, already desperate to feel your cunt again. Of all the things Steven enjoyed in life, nothing made him feel the way your body did. There was simply no comparison.
“That’s good, just like that, okay.”
You were glad you couldn’t feel the full force of the pain when Steven stretched you out over his girth once again. He shuddered forward, dropping both hands on either side of your head. Your eyes were half open, and in your drugged state you were able to convince yourself that he was a little handsome. He snapped his hips forward, filling you full to the hilt.
“Don’t like how little she’s movin’, looks like she might fall asleep,” he muttered quietly in between his grunts.
You wondered why he was talking as if you weren’t there. Maybe he was crazy. A person had to be crazy to kidnap and rape someone, right? It didn’t matter, the drug you took made everything feel a little better, a little more numb, and you didn’t have the mental capacity to think about it. He could talk to all the voices he wanted to, you could hardly feel a thing, and you felt your eyelids desperately wanting to close.
“Steven, if you’re going to keep fucking her a hundred times a day, she needs a break,” Marc scolded.
Steven grumbled and sat back, looking down to see the way you split over his cock. He could see what Marc was talking about. Your poor cunt was swollen around him. Your pussy lips were puffy, clearly aching, and Steven felt a little guilty. You were so wet though, so you must’ve liked it at least a little. Marc didn’t know what the fuck he was talking about.
“Y’know I don’t mean to hurt you, right love? S’not my fault you feel so good. Can’t help myself.”
His voice sounded wrecked while he continued fucking into your near lifeless body. He was glad that at least your cunt was reacting to his movements. He could feel you soft walls clenching down around him every time he rolled his hips forward, hitting the furthest point of your channel.
“Alright buddy, need you to listen to me. Take your thumb and start rubbing her clit. I know you’ve done this before, but let me tell you what to say. She seems to like when you say certain things.”
Steven globbed another ball of spit onto your clit and then started rubbing the pad of his thumb over it. He trembled when your walls fluttered over his girth. He saw your weak body arch into his touch, and that made him feel relieved. You were still right there, still warm and responsive, regardless of the drugged state you were in. Marc started coaching Steven, and the words coming out of his mouth fell like honey washing over you. It was amazing that some simple verbiage could make your body yearn the way it did.
“Look how pretty you are, love. I know it hurts, but you’re doing so good for us.” Steven started moving faster, the words were as encouraging for him as they were for you.
You groaned, a little from the pain, and a little from the pleasure. Steven, felt your cunt flutter around him with every rough and intentional thrust. Regardless of how sore you might be, it was clear that you were enjoying yourself, at least a little. He let out a shaky breath while Marc continued to urge him on from the headspace.
“You’re doing good Steven. Look how pretty she is. Fuck, she takes us so well doesn’t she?” He was watching, marveling in the way your beautiful and tired eyes stayed trained on Steven’s.
“Yeah, you’re stunning darling, f-fuck.” Steven could hardly contain himself, “that feeling good, love? Tell me, please say somethin’.”
You pressed your lips together as best as you could, and tried to hum out a positive response. Hardly a noise came out, and you felt your eyelids close heavily.
Steven noticed immediately when you weren’t awake anymore. He was pissed, to put it lightly. This wasn’t how he liked you. He liked your whines and cries filling the room. He liked to know that he was the one making you feel good, and now he was stuck fucking your sleeping body. It wasn’t like he didn’t love the way you felt even when you slept, his cock still twitched inside of you regardless and he certainly wasn’t going to stop, but he preferred it when you were awake. He reached out and grabbed your jaw, trying to shake you awake.
“C’mon love, wake up. Not done with you yet.” Steven thrust forward faster. You still felt so fucking good. How could someone be so perfect they felt that good even while they slept?
“Didn’t think she’d actually fall asleep. Sorry Steven I-”
“Shut the fuck up Marc,” Steven growled, “you leave her alone understand?”
Steven picked you up with ease before swapping positions, putting himself on his back and you on top of him, never letting his cock slide out of your slick cunt. You didn’t stir in the slightest, you were just a limp carcass splayed over his chest. He grabbed the other side of your head and brought your cheek to his lips. You’d never hear the sweet nothings he whispered into your ear gently while he bucked his hips upward roughly.
“Sorry darling, so sorry you can’t feel me like you should right now. Oh but you-you feel so-you still feel so good.” Steven knew that you wanted him, that Marc had taken this feeling away from you by drugging you. “Not gonna let him do that to you again.”
You couldn’t hear him huffing sharply in your ear while his orgasm approached. Marc had fallen silent, which Steven appreciated. He didn’t want Marc interfering during his time with you anyway. This was his time. Not to mention, what did he need Marc’s advice for anyway? Steven knew how to pleasure you just fine. He’d succeeded to make you come every time he fucked you. Marc didn’t know. Marc still hadn’t felt you yet.
He hadn’t felt how soft your cunt was when it squeezed down on their cock when you were coming; He hadn’t heard the way you whimpered while being fucked relentlessly, and he hadn’t felt what it was like to shoot their hot spent into your channel, overflowing you and feeling it spill out the sides. Steven felt that now while he nearly cried from the way his body shook as he emptied himself inside of you once again.
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It went on like that for a little while. You weren’t sure how much time had gone by after a few days in that house. Steven and Jake had voted to keep you off drugs, to which Marc reluctantly agreed, being outvoted by the rest of the system. Despite not being drugged, you were incredibly tired, and in addition, sore, and mentally unstimulated, staring at the same four walls every day. There was nothing to do other than sleep, eat, and be a real life sex toy for the three brothers who all insisted on making your life a living hell.
You still wanted to go home.
While Steven agreed that you were probably sore, and in need of a break, he still struggled to keep himself off of you. Most nights, when he was certain the other two weren’t present, he would sneak into your room and fuck you from behind. You’d stopped fighting, and instead tried your best to enjoy it. It was going to happen whether you wanted it to or not, so you figured it was best to try and get something out of it.
This only served to feed Steven’s delusion that you were happy to be there with them. Every moan from your lips was a solid reassurance that he was giving you something you enjoyed, and every time you grabbed onto him or arched your back against his chest, he thought that was your attempt at intimacy. He fucking loved you so much. You could probably slap him and he’d think you were just playing around.
They all loved you, but Marc was the only one who showed you love in a way that you understood, or that at least seemed, dare you say, somewhat normal. He hadn’t fronted in a while, letting Steven and Jake have their fun, but it was his turn. You were beaten up, and he felt that sharp stab of guilt in his gut over it. Your face was still beautiful as ever, but your body was banged up and bitten. Your poor cunt was puffy and raw. You were dirty, tired, and clearly aching all over.
He had something for you hidden from your view behind his back as he drew closer to the bed. You thought it might be something he would use to hurt you like the others, despite not having hurt you thus far. You didn’t know what else these men were capable of, and maybe he was going to join in and start throwing you around too. You shifted further away as he approached, sitting on the other side of the bed with the blanket pulled up to your chin.
“How are you feeling baby?” Marc said, sitting down at the edge of the bed, keeping a healthy distance from you.
You were clutching your blanket to yourself tightly. You didn’t say a word, you only stared. Marc had noticed that you’d become less talkative as the week went on. Jake’s methods seemed to be working to tame you, making you more meek and obedient. It wasn’t their intention to change who you were, not at all. They loved you for you, but they needed you to stop fighting, and start behaving, and you were already getting so much better. Marc thought you should be rewarded.
“Here,” he pulled the gift out from behind his back.
It was a stuffed lamb, like someone might give to a child. You frowned at it, confused as to why he would be giving you something so juvenile. It was soft and plush, and something about it made you feel a huge wave of comfort the longer you looked it over. 
“You don’t like it.” He looked disappointed. “I was hoping that you might be able to hold onto it when Steven isn’t giving you breaks or when–”
You snatched the lamb from Marc’s hands and pulled it in close. It was just as comforting as you thought it would be when you brought it to your chest. The soft fabric of the wool against your breasts was soothing. You felt silly finding so much solace in something as childish as a stuffed animal, but given your situation, you stopped caring how it might look to anyone else. You needed any little bit of mental reprieve you could get right now..
“Thank you, Marc,” you said, just as Jake had trained you to.
Marc felt a sense of pride swell through his chest when you took the stuffed animal from him. He wasn’t sure you would like it, but there you were, clutching it against yourself like it was a lifeline. It was at that point he noticed the dried and crusted blood on your collarbone, chest, and various other places where Jake had bitten your precious body. He reached out, but you flinched back.
“I’m not going to hurt you honey, I just need you to come with me. Come on, let’s get you all cleaned up.” He held his hand out to you.
You hesitated, but ultimately you conceded, putting your new stuffed toy down and taking his hand, letting him walk you to the bathroom. His mind was buzzing watching you walk, stepping light as a feather while he guided you. When he looked at you, he felt like you were like a perfect little doll. 
“Go ahead and sit there on the toilet, let me get this started for you.”
You wondered if they’d stocked up on bath products while you were sleeping, or if you maybe weren’t the first woman they’d taken. You thought about asking him, but decided you didn’t really want to know. You also didn’t want your words getting twisted against you, as they often did. Knowing them, they’d start thinking you were jealous of past women who had walked in your shoes. He filled the bath with suds, salts, and oils. It smelled lovely, if you were being honest.
He thought he might bathe with you, work on soothing some of your wounds and making you feel more comfortable. He also hadn’t spent any time with you, not really, since you’d arrived. Marc let the water run over his hand, making sure it wasn’t too hot for your tender and beaten skin. Once the tub was full, he pulled off his shirt.
“Go ahead, get in the tub,” Marc gestured to the bath.
When you realized that he was getting undressed, you froze. You couldn’t take anymore, in fact, you wouldn’t take anymore. Your cunt was aching just looking at his bare torso. Against your better judgment, you bolted for the door, knowing that you needed to get away from the impending pain. You ran to the only exit, slamming your hand against the door and tugging on the handle wildly. Although you knew your thumbprint wouldn’t work on the lock-pad, having tried it several times before, you tried it again anyway, slamming the pad of your thumb against the reader. You felt the panic rising in your chest while you kept wiggling the handle.
Why did you do this? You thought. If you weren’t in trouble before…
“Honey,” you heard from behind you, “come on.” He sounded so calm.
Marc felt grateful that Jake and Steven weren’t watching when you made your foolish attempt at escape. He wasn’t going to hold it against you, he understood you were in pain and you were afraid, but he couldn’t speak for the other two. He knew that Steven had intense jealousy, and Jake was…Jake. You turned around, eyes wide with terror. Marc put his arms out, exposing his bare chest to you, an attempt to show that he meant you no harm.
Your eyes scoured his body, stopping at the clear bulge under his jeans. You pressed your lips together tightly, doing your best to keep yourself from crying again. For someone trying to act defiant and brave, you were failing miserably. Your knees were shaking while you stood there, staring at the broad chested man. You gulped and then collapsed to the floor in a heap of sobs. You couldn’t bring yourself to meet his gaze, so you just kept your eyes on the floor.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Please don’t hurt me-please!” Your entire body was trembling. “It just hurts so much. It hurts,” you sobbed.
Marc walked over and stood over your tiny frame, curled onto the floor like you were waiting for him to hurt you. He knelt down and put a gentle hand on your back. When it became clear that you weren’t going to get back up he groaned and scooped you up into his arms. Clearly you’d conceded to your fate, burying your face into his neck and wetting the skin there with your tears.
You didn’t open your eyes again until you felt him lowering you into the tub slowly. The water was hot but soothing. It felt nice against the wounds you’d received, and it felt as if your entire body exhaled in relief. Despite the fear still coursing through you, you felt a small moment of reprieve from the horror. You saw him, even through the blur of your tears, as he unbuttoned his jeans. He pulled both his pants and boxer-briefs down and toed them off.
He watched you gulp and shy away to the furthest point of the tub that you could. You had your arms covering your chest, but that didn’t matter to him. He had no intention of sleeping with you, he just wanted to make you feel good, and make you feel better about being there with them. Making you love them, genuinely and truly, might be the single most difficult thing he would ever do, but he would do it. He slowly got into the tub and watched you turn your head to the wall, avoiding his gaze entirely.
“Come here baby, let me at least wash you.” He put a hand on your shoulder.
You pulled your shoulder away, splashing some water up in the process.
“I can wash myself,” you muttered.
“Let me clean you up, and I’ll make you feel good too honey, please, you deserve it after how good you’ve been.” He urged.
You finally looked at him, sniffling and wiping away a tear, “but I wasn’t good, I just tried to run-”
“I didn’t see anything,” he said abruptly, cutting off your confession.
You furrowed your brow in confusion, until you realized that he was going to keep your little, and unsuccessful, attempt between the two of you. It gave you a small sense of comfort that he was going to protect you, if only a little, from the other’s wrath should they ever find out about your misbehavior. With that understanding, and considering the gift he’d brought you just a little while ago, you felt, in some twisted way, indebted to him. You finally gave in, sliding over to him in the tub.
“There you go,” he pulled you into his lap.
His stomach electrified with excitement while he pulled you over to sit with him. You were straddling him with a knee on either side of his thighs, arms still covering your chest. He couldn’t help the way his cock prodded underneath you, looking for a place to bury itself. When he’d drawn the bath for you, he hadn’t intended to fuck you, not at all, but he was quickly realizing how foolish it was for him to think he could resist you. Your knees clenched on either side of his legs when he grabbed your hips tightly, lining you up with his bulbous tip.
“P-please.” You looked at him, eyes big with desperation for mercy, “it hurts so much.”
“I know, but if you just sit on it, you’ll get more used to the size, okay? The more you let us loosen you up, the less it will hurt. I promise.” He cupped your cheek in his other hand, “I won’t move, just lower yourself down on me. Take your time.”
As Marc had hoped, giving you the freedom to set the pace encouraged you to do it on your own. He didn’t want to have to force you, so he was grateful when you showed your willingness to comply. You were slow, and he willed his hips to remain stationary while you rose up a little on your knees, getting it lined up perfectly. His breath was shaky while he felt you start to settle over it, lowering yourself painstakingly slowly.
“That’s it baby, just like that. Oh my-fuh-you’re so damn tight-shit.”
His hand was squeezing roughly on your hip, and somehow you managed not to pull away. Marc wondered if that meant you were getting more adjusted to the pain. Now he could see why Steven was so obsessed with keeping his dick buried deep inside of you as much as possible. Nothing in Marc’s entire life felt so fucking good. He let out a choked sound while burying his face into your sternum, resting both hands on your hips.
“There-there you go-fuck.” He sucked back the saliva that threatened to fall from his lips.
You lowered yourself completely so you were sitting on him, and he was keeping his promise to remain still. That didn’t stop his cock from pulsating inside of you while you rested there. He looked up at you, mouth slackjaw and eyes hooded with arousal. Under different circumstances you might find yourself attracted to him. Instead you were frightened by the sight of him, quickly tucking your face into his neck so you wouldn’t have to look at him.
“Let me look at you honey. Gotta clean up the marks that Jake left,” he was trying to keep himself level headed, but his voice was rough and wrecked.
You sat back and looked at him. You heard a low roll in his chest accompanied by a twitch of his cock inside of you at the sensation. He looked at your skin with concern stitched in his furrowed brow. He touched one of the bite marks just above your collarbone. You winced and hissed back, reaching a hand up to cover it. Marc let out a breathy rasp at the feeling of you shifting on his member, but he brushed it aside and concentrated on your ailments once more. Marc’s brow turned up. If “I’m sorry,” had a face, it was etched on his expression in that moment.
“I’ll take care of you, okay? You know they only hurt you because they care, right?” He grabbed a soft cloth from the side of the tub and started to wet it in the warm bath water.
You shook your head, “you’re all horrible,” another tear slipped down your face.
“I know it feels that way right now, but if you just relax, and let us take care of you, then you’ll see…everything we do is because we love you.” He touched the towel to your wound, forcing another pained gasp from you, “I’ll always take care of you honey.”
“This isn’t love, it’s insanity,” you corrected him.
You weren’t wrong, it was insane, and Marc knew that, but wasn’t love itself a little crazy? The idea that this unseen thing could bind people so deeply…at least it sounded insane when Marc considered it. You had your eyes closed tightly while he continued to clean you. His arm brushed over your nipple accidentally and he felt your cunt flutter softly in response. He looked up at you, and you finally opened your eyes.
Beautiful.
Without words, he covered your right nipple in his mouth. He was still managing to keep himself from thrusting, despite wanting to so, so desperately. If he could get your sweet cunt to do that again though…oh it felt so fucking good. You let out a quiet and breathy moan. Marc cupped your breast up so he could flick over the peak while looking into your eyes. You still looked like you were in so much pain.
“Relax honey, just enjoy yourself, that’s the only thing you need to do.”
His voice was soothing against your ears. You hated it. You hated that you enjoyed listening to him say nice things to you, you hated that his cock felt good filling you up the way it did, and you hated that you wanted him to put his mouth back over your tit and suck harder. You hated all of it.
“I know you’re still trying to deny your feelings, I understand.” He said as though he’d read your mind. He brushed the pad of his thumb over your cheekbone. “The second you give yourself over to us, is when it will all start to feel better. I promise.”
You shook your head, “never gonna give in to you…fucking pigs.”
Marc loved you. He really loved you, but you struck a nerve calling them pigs. He was trying so hard to be patient and kind to you. Didn’t you see that he was the only chance you had at any sort of peace from the otherwise brutal nature the other two harbored? Jake was going to continue to bite and spank you until you were more obedient, and Steven was going to fuck you until their cock fell off, but Marc…Marc was going to be a paradise from all that, and you were being so fucking rude.
He grabbed your jaw in his strong hand, “I’m not the bad guy here honey.” His voice was gruff and raspy while he spoke through clenched teeth, “I’ve been nothing but fucking nice to you, but I can start to be real mean if you want me to be.”
You looked at him with nothing but fear in your eyes. You tried to wriggle away, but his hand on your hip was firm, and the grip on your jaw tightened. Marc breathed out a heavy moan, feeling the way your cunt slid over him in your attempt to get away from. It was intoxicating, the feeling of your walls clenching over his girth. He didn’t thrust, he didn’t, he just slowly pushed your hip down while rolling his own hips upward. It was so slow it could hardly be considered moving, but he felt it.
So did you, and you were ashamed to admit that it felt good. You weren’t going to fuck him, you weren’t, but if you tried to get away from him, surely he’d have to pull you back down…right? You struggled again, trying to get away from him, sliding up to the tip of his length, but he pulled you in tighter, shoving his cock deep into you again. You whined in response, trying to keep yourself from rocking your hips against him. Was there any harm in giving in like he’d suggested? If you were stuck there anyway…
“Fuck honey, can’t hold it in anymore,” he said in a low growl.
Any promise he’d made was tossed out the window as his orgasm took over. He was grunting loud, thrusting harshly upward into your cunt, splitting you open wider one snap of his hips at a time. You held onto him tight, nails digging into his shoulders roughly. A gasp fell from your lips. It hurt being fucked like that again. This time you didn’t even come, and it was clear he was going to make sure you didn’t get that privilege.
“Only good girls get to come,” he said as he came down from his orgasm.
When he was finished using you like the other two often did, he lifted you off his cock and put you down in the tub. It was for the best that you didn’t get to come, at least, that’s what you told yourself while he finished washing you. The ache between your legs was screaming for attention, but you were still determined to keep your composure, not wanting to give in to it. When you were done being washed, you got out of the tub, dried off and walked back to your bed.
Marc didn’t say anything else to you. He was trying to decide how he wanted to approach the situation. He was angry with you and your continued defiance. Maybe he was being too easy on you. Maybe Jake was right in his approach. Marc tried not to be so angry with you, but didn’t you see that he was just trying to love you? It would be so easy for you if you’d just stop fighting and let them treat you like the princess they thought you to be. He’d hoped you would be further along by then, it being a week in already, but it would seem he was mistaken.
You could tell he was upset, and fear coursed through your veins. What if he decided  to punish you like Jake did? What if he told Jake about your disobedience? This didn’t look good for you, so you did the only thing you could think of to make him happy. Regardless of whether or not you wanted to avoid him wrongly thinking you were content with your life there, this was about survival.
Marc was about to press his thumb to the thumb print reader by the door when he heard you get off the bed. You grabbed his arm, your fingertips sent an electric current through him where they touched his skin. You looked at him with those big, beautiful eyes he loved so much. They looked like they were twinkling.
“I’m sorry, Marc,” you tried to appear as sincere as possible while looking longingly into his deep brown eyes. “Please don’t let them hurt me, please. I shouldn’t have said that.”
His face slowly lit up, changing from his angry furrowed brow to a softer expression. You felt stiff as you stepped back, eyes darting between his in the hopes that your plea worked. You felt disgusted with yourself, not wanting to make him think you favored him in the slightest, but you didn’t see another option. Your bites and bruises ached just at the thought of Jake’s ‘lessons’.
Marc cupped your cheek, sighing and looking at you affectionately “there’s my good girl. I left you a little something in the stuffed lamb I got you. Just don’t tell the other two, okay?”
You nodded slowly, “thank you,” you gulped, “t-thank you so much.”
“You’re welcome baby.”
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Inside the lamb, behind the velcro opening, you’d found a small vibrator tucked away in the stuffing. No, you’d thought immediately, refusing at first to let yourself fall into any sort of comfort from the pleasure you knew it would bring you. Marc would be so happy if he thought you were using your vibrator that he got you. He’d think you were becoming more content with your life. You couldn’t let any of them think anything like that.
You kept up that way of thinking, that you were above using such a thing, until Steven was on top of you again, mouthing hungrily at your neck, leaving marks of his own on you. It hurt still, the ache of your hole getting stretched multiple times a day and being filled with copious amounts of his and Jake’s cum. It was getting easier, but the pain was there nonetheless. Marc seemed to keep himself from partaking in what the other two had no qualms in having as much as they could.
It had been two days since your bath, since you'd received the vibrator, and you knew they’d be back soon. They seemed to be out of the house most nights. It had been hours that you were alone and it was getting late. An idea struck you suddenly, a thought that you might be able to dull the ache in some way, assuming they’d want to take you when they got back. The vibrator stuck out when you opened the back of the lamb. It was bright pink against the white stuffing. You pulled it out, and turned it on. It was loud and the vibration was strong. If you could make yourself wet enough, it might hurt less when they had their way with you later.
That was the logic behind you laying back on your bed, legs spread out wide with the strong vibration resting on your clit. It was hard to feel grateful for Marc’s kindness, considering he was part of the reason you were there, one of three parts to be exact, but while you pleasured yourself you couldn’t help thinking of him a little.
You thought about how gentle he was with you in the tub, letting you lower yourself over his cock. He wasn’t like Steven, taking you no matter how hard you cried. Marc was different, but you wondered if that was what made him the most dangerous. He could be the one to make you start getting comfortable, so you vowed to yourself that you’d stay strong, no matter how soft he was with you, or how good he could make you feel.
While you were enjoying your moment of self love, Steven was fighting. They usually fought at night, but at this point Steven was normally home. It seemed to him like there was an influx of crime recently, or maybe he only felt that way because now he had something waiting for him at home and the losers on the streets were keeping him away from you. Either way, doing things the “humane” way was taking too long.
If the fact that he was dependent on Marc, Steven and Jake wasn’t enough, the second reason that Khonshu didn’t care that they were doing something so immoral, was that Steven turned to killing to speed things up. He found that ending the villains who terrorized the streets gave him the ability to finish their work faster, so they could get back to you sooner. Jake liked it too, it meant he and Marc could start killing again without hearing the constant nag of Steven’s good conscience judging him relentlessly.
Your vibe was so loud you didn’t even hear the door unlock. Steven walked in, love-dumb smile plastered on his face until he realized what you were doing. You gasped when you saw him, quickly switching off the toy, sitting up and staring at him wide-eyed. You felt the heat rise to your cheeks immediately while the two of you looked at each other unmoving.
“What a’you doin’ love?”
His white suit was covered all over in blood spatter. You tried to hide the vibrator quickly, as though you weren’t just seconds from mind numbing ecstasy, but he wasn’t dumb. The look on his face turned to one of utter betrayal as he charged forward. You flinched, covering your face in your hands and making yourself as small as possible. He grabbed the pink, plastic thing in his hand.
“Oh no. No, no, no, what is this?” He held up the toy in his hand, turning it around and inspecting it. “Who gave you this? Hm?”
“Steven, calm down, I just gave it to her as an act of goodwill, it’s not a big-“
“Marc…” an annoyed laugh escaped him, sending a chill through your body, “I should’ve known.”
Steven was pissed, to put it lightly. He felt the blood rushing to his cheeks while he tried to keep his composure. He looked down at it, and then back at you. This was unacceptable. How could you do something like that to him? He was right there ready to please you any time you needed. He was a warm body, he knew what you liked, and you would choose this thing over him?
“Look at me…” he spoke coldly.
Knowing the punishment would be worse if you didn’t, you removed your hands from your face and looked at him. You wiped the tears from your eyes, seeing him now standing over you with an abnormally enraged expression. His usual soft and loving gaze was filled with fury, forcing terror to pool in your gut.
“Love, why would you ever use something like this? Huh? What do you need this for when you’ve got me?” His expression shifted, he looked hurt.
“I’m sorry, please I’m so sorry I thought it was okay because-“
“It’s not!” He shouted, forcing you to flinch. “S’not ok. I’m better than any piece of fuckin’ plastic aren’t I? Don’t I make you feel good?”
Now you were starting to understand why Marc told you to keep your little toy a secret. You’d never seen Steven so upset, so angry. This was an anger born from deep betrayal, he was hurt. Knowing that he was probably going to bring Jake in to punish you, you decided to be proactive to show your willingness to behave. You could only hope that he would spare you.
Steven, despite his frustration with you, felt the nagging of arousal in his pants as your gaze fell on his groin. Your little hand reached up and brushed over the fabric covering his bulge, involuntarily Steven’s hips moved forward, chasing your touch. You looked up at him with those big eyes, desperation etched in every pore of your face.
“Darling,” Steven’s face softened a little. He cupped your chin roughly in his gloved, bloody hand. “I love you with all my heart, but you’ve really disappointed me today. I need you to know that.”
You felt the panic rushing through your body in a wave. With trembling hands you reached for the button of his pants, but he stepped back. Was he not going to let you please him? Was he not going to let you apologize in the way you knew he’d like? He must’ve been furious with you, more angry than you’d originally anticipated.
“No, no, no…if you think this thing is so wonderful, maybe I ought to give it a go, yeah?” Steven’s lips were curled into a frown, “you just sit there, and watch, and if I see you look elsewhere, we’re going to have an even bigger problem, love.”
He kept the vibrator in his hand while he undid his pants and pushed them down to his mid-thigh. His fat cock bounced as it was freed from the confines of his boxer-briefs. You gulped, watching him intently. You were determined to behave, not wanting to incite more anger from him than you already had. He turned on the toy, and the loud hum filled the room once more.
“There, let’s see what’s so special about this bloody thing.” He pressed it to the underside of his cock and immediately you saw his body tense. “Oh shit.”
“Steven, what's the plan?” Marc asked, tone riddled with nervousness, knowing that Steven could be unpredictable if provoked, “I’m not gonna let you hurt her, you need to just calm down.”
“Well love, this does feel rather good, I wouldn’t lie to you.” He kept his darkened eyes on you. “Doesn’t feel as good as your warm little cunt though.”
Steven was getting hot so he removed his coat quickly and brought the vibe back to his cock. He slid it back and forth from his balls to his leaking head. The slit in his tip was dripping so much there was a small wet spot on the floor below. You were watching like he’d demanded, and he could see you pressing your legs together tightly.
There was a burning in your groin. The sound of the vibrator mixed with the sight of Steven’s weeping erection was forcing your own arousal to build. You…you wanted him. There was no way you’d admit it, but you could feel it like an itch demanding to be scratched. You needed to feel his cock filling you again. Out of everything you’d been through, that feeling alone was what scared you the most. The moment you became content in your situation was the moment that you signed yourself over to this place being your future. You couldn’t let that happen.
“It’s my fault she has that thing in the first place, just let her apologize and move on.”
Steven was tuning him out and instead put all his focus on the delicious feeling of the vibe rolling over his length. Nothing would replace the way your warm, wet walls made him feel, but this did feel good. He saw you shifting uncomfortably, and he recognized that look in your eye.
“Oh, look at…ah-damn…look at you. I can see how worked up you’re getting darling.” He wiped away some spit that dribbled onto his chin. “Bet you’d like to feel me now, yeah?”
The feeling of the vibrator was causing his cock to twitch.
“You better teach her well amigo, teach her like I do.” Jake murmured.
Against your better judgment, you couldn’t hold back any longer. You needed some friction between your legs. You tried to be inconspicuous, bringing both of your hands to your tightly clenched thighs, making it look like you were just cold and trying to warm your hands.
Steven wasn’t stupid.
He snickered, “oh, you look rather pathetic right now don’t you?” He groaned, hips still churning over the noisy toy. “So needy, but you don’t get to have your way. You don’t get to hurt me like you did and still get to feel good.”
He stepped forward on shaking legs and wrapped his fingers around your throat. Steven felt you gulp underneath his palm. You brought both hands to his forearm, holding tightly. You had a beautiful look of terror in your eyes that brought him right to the edge. He squeezed tighter.
“I’m going to come love. I’m gonna-and then-I’m-you’re gonna-mm-so pretty-so pretty-ahh!”
You watched as Steven’s head fell back and thick white ropes spilled from the slit of his head. He was holding the vibrator in a way that most of his spend landed on the plastic casing. His body twitched when the feeling became oversensitive. He pulled the vibe off his length. Steven looked back down at you, face softer than before now that he was satisfied. He looked at the toy in his hand and then at you once more.
“Open your mouth, love.”
Steven watched as you slowly parted your precious lips. He put the vibe in your mouth, rolling it over your tongue.
“Clean it all up darling, be good f’me now. Maybe if you do well I’ll be less harsh when I give you your lesson…maybe.”
You closed your mouth over the toy, bobbing your head to collect every bit of cum that he coated it with. You parted your lips again, showing him that you were willing to drag your tongue over every bit to do a good job. You even leaned forward, taking the stray bits that had landed on his bloody glove into your mouth and swallowing. When you looked up at him, he seemed more than pleased.
“Wow, you’re absolutely perfect, love. I know this was an honest mistake right? You didn’t mean to upset me.”
“Of course not, I’m so sorry. Please forgive me, Steven.” You hoped the pleading look was enough to help him understand how apologetic you truly were.
“Oh my sweet darling.” He brushed your cheek with his thumb. “I love you more than anything, and I truly wish that I could just let it go, but…” you watched, dumbfounded, as Steven took the toy between his two hands and snapped as though it were a thin little twig, “…I still have to teach you a lesson, are you going to be good f’me now?”
Your bottom lip quivered when you thought about how upset Marc would be when he saw you’d failed to keep your little secret from the other two. You wondered if he would want to punish you too. Of course you hadn’t meant to get caught with it, and you didn’t realize that Steven would’ve been so upset if he saw you using it. Running wasn’t an option now, it never was, so you saw no other choice than to nod and obey Steven’s commands.
“Yes,” you nodded, “I’ll…I’ll be good.”
A sadistic grin spread over his face. You watched him roll his sleeves up just above his elbows on either side. He walked over to the foot of the bed, you rotated to keep your front facing him at all times. One of his hands rested on his hips and he beckoned you forward.
“Come.”
You didn’t like being called like a dog, but you obeyed anyway, crawling to the edge of the mattress and then sitting back on your heels. Steven looked satisfied with your willingness to follow his instructions so far, though he’d only asked for so little. You were trying to stop your body from shaking but you couldn’t.
“Turn around and get on all fours.” He demanded.
No good could come from turning your back on him. At least when you faced him you could see the blows coming. Steven had never hurt you, nor had he ever treated you this way, so you weren’t sure what to expect. You turned slowly, propping yourself up on your hands and knees. You then felt something cold and metal touch your right side. You flinched away, but Steven had a firm grip on your left hip, holding you in place.
“Now, I won’t lie to you my love, this is gonna hurt…probably a lot…but it’s the only way you’ll learn.” You felt a soft tap on your rear from the metal, “move forward a bit, make room f’me.”
You complied, and then felt the bed shift behind you. It felt like he was playing with a steel pole on your back, rolling it from your shoulders all the way back to your rear like a massage tool. It felt nice, but you knew it was only temporary. The next time you felt the pole it was painful, striking against your left asscheek harshly. You wailed, falling forward onto the bed, feeling sobs start to overwhelm you immediately.
“Come back up here, come on!” Steven was yelling loudly, “not done yet love, don’t make me ask you again, keep yourself up. S’not that bad. I’ve seen Jake do worse.”
You gathered yourself, going back on all fours like he wanted. You saw the stuffed lamb Marc had given you just an arms length in front of you. You reached for it, hoping Steven wouldn’t protest. The plush toy felt comforting as you leaned down and held it close, making sure to still keep your ass in the air. Steven slid his hand over your sore cheek forcing a wince and a hiss from your lips.
“Yes love, hold on tight to that little thing Marc gave you. He’s so nice to you isn’t he? Maybe that’s why you thought you’d get away with somethin’ like this. He’s too soft on you.”
“Someone’s gotta be nice to her. You two don’t give her a chance to fuckin’ breathe,” Marc spoke up in his defense.
Another whack from the metal pole had you screaming and holding onto the stuffed lamb for dear life. You never thought that Steven, out of the three, would be the one to do this to you. Jake made perfect sense, he was dark, cold, and threatening. Marc could be harsh and clearly had a knack for discipline in his own right, but Steven…Steven had always been affectionate, in his own way…until now.
“Wanna hear you say you’re sorry love, tell me how sorry you are for hurtin’ me like that.” He used the baton to hit your side now, right along your ribcage. “Say it,” he spoke in a threatening tone.
“I’m sorry!” You screamed through your sobs, “I’m so sorry!”
“Can see why Jake likes this so much, all those pretty sounds you make…” he forced his cock into you so suddenly that you pushed yourself up on your arms in surprise, “fuckin’ hell. Keep cryin’ darling, keep begging me to-oh my God-keep beggin’ me to stop. Can’t get enough of how it sounds.”
He hit you again. Steven knew he should feel bad, but he couldn’t help the way your pained noises seemed to permeate his ears and peak his arousal. Even more, he was still angry about the vibrator, and wanted to make sure you never thought about betraying him like that again. Your cunt clenched over him the next time he gave you a swift crack against your side. You fell forward again.
“I’m sorry Steven, I mean it. I’ll never touch myself again without your permission, I’ll never do anything like that-ah!” You were interrupted by a blow to the left side.
You felt something warm drop on your lesser used hole. Spit, you thought. He didn’t have to tell you, you knew what he was going to do. The cold pole pressed against your tight ring of muscle. You relaxed, trying to make it less painful, but it didn’t matter how prepared you were, he was going in. You expected to feel nothing but agony when he stuffed the baton into your hole, but to your surprise it felt…good.
Steven noticed the change in you immediately. He felt the way you started to rock your hips back on your own over his cock and the pole he’d pushed deep into your ass. You stopped crying, and your cries were replaced by deep, guttural moans that filled the room. He’d never heard you like this and the sounds excited him more than he could fathom.
“Gonna have to try something like that myself, listen to her…” Jake sounded needy, which Steven didn’t like. It meant his time was running out.
You clutched the bedding in one hand and still held the stuffed toy in the other. His cock filled you up, and the pole made your brain stop functioning almost completely. You’d become so mentally numb that your mouth was stuck gaping and drooling into the lamb.
“Oh darling, that feels good dunnit?”
He didn’t need to hear you say, yes. Your screaming, moaning cry was more than enough to satisfy his question. He looked down, seeing the way your holes were stretched out in their dual penetration made his cock twitch inside of you. He watched your tight rim as it clenched around the pole at the same time your cunt throbbed over his girth. You fell forward again, and when Steven nearly felt himself slip out he’d had enough.
“Alright, open.” He demanded, pulling the pole from your rear.
You whined at the sudden empty feeling. You knew when he said open, he could only be talking about your mouth. You did as you were told, parting your lips. He brought the pole down to your open jaw.
“Cover your pretty little teeth love, or they’re gonna break,” he warned in a dark tone.
He gave you hardly any time to comply before he put the baton in your mouth horizontally and pulled back. He gripped the pole tightly with both hands like handlebars, holding you in place. It gave him the perfect leverage to fuck into you relentlessly without slipping out. This was the most brilliant idea Steven thought he ever had.
“There you go love, made myself a little toy out of you.” His voice was rough while he continued his unforgiving pace. “How do you like that, yeah? You like bein’ my little toy?”
You sobbed, feeling pain in your jaw from the pressure the pole put on you.
“If you choose a stupid-shit-oh-God-stupid toy over me again, I’ll make this pussy into my personal f-fuck toy.” He grunted, pounding harder. “Would you like that? Hm? Treat you like an object instead of the love of my life? Wouldn’t that hurt your feelings darling?”
Despite the agonizing way the pole stretched your lips out, you were close to climax. He was fucking you so hard, and something about the possessive way he called you his toy made your body feel hot. You relaxed into it, finally taking a moment to experience the pleasure of his ownership, and all at once the wave melted over you. Your deep moans filled the room while you came around his thick cock, arching your back as much as you could to feel him deeper.
Steven felt you clenching around him tightly. Your poor body was so weak, he could tell by the way you fell limp so soon after you came. Even with the pole holding you up, you dropped. He tossed it aside with a clank on the floor. Now he was there, sitting back and grabbing your hips tightly, continuing to fuck you roughly. He wondered if you fainted, your body wasn’t moving. It didn’t matter to him, he was going to fill you like you were made to take every last drop of him…and to Steven you were.
His hips came to a stop against your rear, hot white spurts of his seed shot into you. Seeing it fill you up so much it started leaking out the sides was Steven’s greatest pleasure. Your swollen and puffy hole was so beautiful with it split over him he could stare at it for hours. He pulled out of you and watched his spend trickle out onto the bedding. You started to fall over, onto your side, so he let you, now feeling a little concerned with the clarity washing over him. 
“Love.” Steven shook you, but you weren’t moving and your eyes remained closed.
“Steven what the hell did you do?” Marc sounded furious.
“Everyone just stay calm, I’m sure she’s f-fine just takin’ a little rest is all…right Jake?” Steven’s body was trembling.
Jake took over, immediately feeling for your pulse. He slumped over, satisfied when the thump of your heart was there. He ran a hand over his face and huffed out a weary sigh. You were just resting, something you clearly needed after everything they continued to put you through. Jake retracted the suit completely, grabbed the broken pieces of the vibrator off the floor and left you in peace.
“I’m so sorry I didn’t really mean to hurt her, I was just…she was just…I mean she made me do it! How could she use that-”
“Enough!” Jake shouted when he got to the living room. He looked in the mirror, a three paneled piece they used so they could all “see” each other while they talked. “She’s been fairly well behaved, despite recent events.” He looked at the panel Steven was occupying. “I think it’s time we discuss giving her some more…freedom…what do you two think?”
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Continuation of my first story.
Description: the Moon knight system have a sweet girlfriend who is so forgiving and lover that she over looks at some of the toxic and crazy things they do.
Warning ⚠️ :Smut, Violence (Murder), Stalking, Kidnapping, and Manipulation. The leg cuff and blood, almost sexual assault (Tell me if I didn't put any more warnings that were needed)
Moonboys x F!reader
NO MINORS PAST THIS POINT.
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Y/n L/n was a gift that the great heavens bestowed upon Steven Grant of the gift shop and Marc Spector as well.
You two have been dating for six months now which was odd, to say the least. You found out about them stalking you including breaking into your home and stealing some items but in the name of love you forgave both of them. Some people would say you should run to the hills but you stayed with them...hell even moved in with the three of them.
One month
The first month was a breeze to ease into. Steven showered you with gifts, love, and sex.
Of course, you accepted all these things including his not-so-great gifts.
Steven keeps up with your ovulation, periods, and even when your sex drive is the highest. As well as diet, what you like to eat and don't like, what you need and what you don't need to eat but never restricts you from eating.
He may be deranged but not cruel.
He still keeps the shrine around. Sometimes you give him items for your shrine but he loves it so, of course, you indulge the sweet boy. Also including the habit of smelling you, his nose is in every crevice of your body. He reminds you of a golden retriever who shoves its nose into your crotch.
He smells your hair, clothes, panties even your neck and your armpits including your pussy.
You walk up to the calendar and eye the dates steven has circled.
"Steven, why are these specific dates on the calendar marked? Are you planning something or maybe marc is?" You beam as you look at your boyfriend. He looks up from his book on the french language that he's been practicing for months.
"Oh." is all he says when he looks at the calendar you now have in your hand. You furrow your brow in disappointment hoping for a better response. "Then what are they for?" You ask. "Well...darling they're your ovulation cycle..and um..", he says dryly " also when your sex drive is the highest".
He watches as your smile drops before your lips even form what you want to say. Steven is on the floor and is already at your knees, he gives you his famous puppy dog eyes. "I-I'm so sorry darling. I know it's odd but I just-". He starts to beg but you cut him off by placing your finger on his lips. "No no, it's an okay baby. I guess...I should look on the bright side. At least I'll know when my periods coming, I suppose."You tell steven sweetly as you bend down a little and kiss his lips.
"Right, darling," Steven says with a small smile. "Also today is one of your days. Your sex drive should be a little high today." Steven says as he guides his hand up your legs. Your breathing softly intensifies as he strokes your legs. Then gently goes all the way up to your shorts.
Isn't love so weird? Y/n would accept anything your dear sweet Steven threw at you.
Second month later
Steven and You are like two pees in a pod. Simply perfect each other, except you have yet to fight your second bosses.
When am I gonna talk to her again? You got the fucking date cause of me, Steven. So why have I not been able to speak to her again?
You see Marc and Steven didn't have a good relationship ever since you met him the first time you slept with Steven for the first time. You also slept with marc. I mean you wouldn't sleep with a man on his knee begging for forgiveness?
"You are not bloody meeting her, Marc. After what you did, why should I? I found her with bruises from that night. You slept with my girlfriend and now you wanna meet her again? Mate" Steven shouted at the mirror. Steven huffed out as he collected his things for you and his date.
You owe me this, didn't I get you that info on her? I got you two together, you owe me.
After hearing out Marc. Steven sighed in annoyance. "Fine...." Steven said to the mirror.
"Thanks," Marc said back to the mirror.
Marc looks at his phone to see what steven planned. To Marc's disdain, it was a museum date.
You stared at the exhibits that steven had given you a tour of before. You smiled at the memories you two shared, then you felt two arms snake around your waist.
"Babygirl, do remember me?" An American voice says it hugs you from behind. You gasp and quickly get out his hold, "Marc!" You say as you hug him. "Steven let you see me again?" You ask as you look up at his face.
"Yeah, it was a little difficult but I got him to agree to see you again, baby girl." He smirks at you making you smile at him before pecking his chin. "Let's get out of here." He says while untangling the hug and grabbing your hand. He guides you out of the building and soon you find yourself sitting on the other side of a restaurant table.
Marc's legs are spread out in the chair and he stares at you with smirk. "What are we doing here?" You shyly ask him as you try not to meet your gaze. "Can't I have a date with a pretty lady?" Marc says while fiddles with your fingers. You blush a little at his comment and tuck your hand behind your ear. "Wanna get out of here?" He asks you as he rubs your fingers.
"Yes."
You rock into Marc as he holds your hips. You moan out as you feel him hit your sweet spot. You clench around him and let your orgasm softly intensify. Feeling it expand throughout your body. This is the third one marc has gotten out of you but hey you're not complaining.
You two couldn't eagerly wait to get back to the apartment and fuck. This man was shoving his tongue down your mouth as you two entered the apartment and quickly undressing while you undressed him. That's how much sexual tension he built up just for you.
You two sit there in the same position letting your orgasm pass so that Marc can get another one out of you. "Round Four, baby". He says while you snap your hips into his like a puzzle. You moan out softly as you feel his dick hit that sweet spot that makes your legs tremble a little.
Marc makes light hickies on your neck as he thrust into you. You give him small moans as the gentle ones and when he quickens his pace to get the fourth one out, you sputter out words conjoined together like don'tstopdon'tstop or pleasegofasterplease. He even gets a cry out of your sweet lips.
After all of, your lovemaking is done. He cleans you thoroughly and gives you kisses that he peppers all over your body.
7:30 am is what reads on Marc's watch. You quickly get dressed and head out to get some breakfast for you and your sleeping beauty still in the bed, naked as the day he was born.
You walk out of the apartment building and try to find yourself the nearest coffee shop. Two whole hours pass, and you push the key through the door that steven so graciously gifted you very early into your relationship.
Only to hear, Marc yelling at someone. You pause before you unlock the door to hear the one-sided conversation.
"Think steven, think. Where would she have gone? Where are her favorite places? It's still early so breakfast is still being served." Marc says to the mirror as he runs his fingers through his hair in a distressing way.
I'm thinking, mate. Just give me a minute, OH! Maybe that one place...something called cuppaT. It's not far from here, and I'm sure she'll be there...
Steven said with uncertainty as he looked at Marc who look like a nervous wreck.
"Okay. Let's start there." He said as he grabbed his wallet and apartment keys.
You open the door to find him frantically gathering the stuff. He immediately looks at you and the stress and panic wash from his face as he instantly pulls you into a hug. He nuzzles into your neck smelling your perfume to placate himself.
His shoulder slumps and he feels meek in your arms. You recognize this familiar person. "Where were you, darling? You gave marc a scare. Naughty girl" He says while he nips at your neck lightly. "I was at a small bakery nearby. I got us some breakfast, baby". You say as you pull away from the hug and set down your items and purse. Now his body feels more firm like he's a wall, "now baby girl, for giving me a scare like that I have to punish you but give me your phone first". Marc says as he hugs you from behind. You reach for your purse and zip the pouch to hand Marc your phone.
He releases you from the hug and fiddles with your phone then hands it back to you. You don't give it a second thought and just set it down on the table. Marc grabs the breakfast and your hand guides you to bed.
He is sweet to you before he ravishes you and destroys your spirit in bed as punishment for not leaving a note.
You have passed the second boss and contributed to his obsession. Marc is different from steven, Steven is clingy and lovesick. He needs to know everything about you and treat you like a goddess. He needs your attention, needs your constant validation and of course, you give it to him.
Now Marc likes to keep on a pedestal and have you under his total watch. His unrequited gifts include Stalking, tracking, and more stalking. Just kidding, he knows your triggers, gestures, ticks, habits, and the way you talk. The way your eyes light at something, the way you look at things that you don't like, or when you feel uneasy, uncomfortable, and unsafe.
He sometimes feels like a rock or better yet a wall and you are a none confrontational person who is sweet as pie. You need marc or at least that's how delusional he thinks. He continues the stalking. Need to know where you are at all times like a mosquito bite that itches. It festers and festers so he tracks you and so God help him if he doesn't know where you are.
"Baby girl, if you go somewhere and don't tell me. I'll know, so don't test your limits. Konshu will tell me" Marc says softly as he slowly slips off your panties. He gently rubs his thumb on your clit making you cry out. Poor you being punished by both steven and marc through overstimulation and edging. You beg for marc or steven, as your lovers make you suffer.
Two months later
By now you are completely use to both Marc and Steven's habits and obsession.
Marc told you about Konshu..who he was, what he was and his significance in his life. He briefly talks about Jake but never enough to where you know him well.
That is Steven's job, he word vomits about everything that he's gone through with Marc and Jake. He's told you about Jake more than Marc which has sparked curiosity in you to meet your final boss.
These two months had been very eventful
Here you were sitting on the bus ramp waiting for Steven to get off from his shift. It was just you and another man but you payed not attention to him. "Are you here all by yourself?" He ask as concern is painted on his face.
"Oh yeah..but my boyfriend's gonna be here soon". You innocently say as you smile at him. Then your phone begins to ring. You quickly pick it up and Steven voice booms through the phone.
Hey darling, I'm not gonna get out tonight. So just call a cab, don't walk home. Love you
You sigh as you hang up and gather your stuff together.
I know he tracks my phone but I'm sure it'll be fine..it's just one time.
You begin your journey back home and get yourself far enough from the museum. You slowly recognize the streets he lives on and go through a alley way for a shortcut.
You start noticing footsteps behind you. Then someone grabs you and shoves you against the wall, it's the "concerned" man from earlier. He puts his hand over your mouth to stop you from screaming.
"Shh...it's okay...it's gonna be alright. You're a real cutie, lady". He says with his hot breath against your ear. Tears well up in your eyes as his hand snakes up your skirt. Then suddenly a figure in white swoops down the alleyway and with one swipe he slashes the man's throat with a moonshaped blade.
You stand there frozen as the blood splatters on your face. You are still trying to process what just happened. "H-he-", you try to say but your face scrunchs up and tears spill down your face. You throw yourself into Jake's arms and he holds you. He soothes you by rubbing your back then he picks you up bridal style. He takes you into the apartment and sets you down on the bed as you sob into his shirt.
About two weeks pass over the incident. You've been put on house arrest by Marc who while trying to gave a intimate moment with noticed the stuttering getting worse which amplified the his anxiety and panic.
"Baby, I don't like how you speak right now. You're still scared and I'm sorry I wasn't faster",Marc softly says as he puts the cuff around your leg "Soon there will be a longer one coming in so you can walk around the house. This is only for a month and then I'll take it off, babygirl".
He indeed did buy a longer sleeping cuff and when Steven would get home he would take if off or if Marc was home, he would. Him and Jake rotated turn on taking care of you. "Pequeño what do you want to eat? Takeout? Or make you something?" Jake softly whispers in you ear as you squirm in his lap. "Whatever is fine.." You say as Jake starts to take off the white satin lingerie set he bought you.
You see, he treats you like a sugarbaby. Buys you expensive things, spoils you, showers you in adoration and love.
He takes off the dress part of the set. Throwing it to the ground then works on your panties that he had custom made. The entire set was customized actually, just be soft and airy for you to sleep in. Including the added detail of his symbol on the panties. He take them off only leaving in the thigh highs that have the moonknight symbol as well.
"Jake" You softly moan out as he enters you. He holds you legs and begins to thrust into you. His thrust start a standard slow pace but due to your wetness. He growls in your ear and starts go at faster pace. The chair makes a squeaking noise as it hits the table. You clench around him as he hits your sweet spot continously. Feeling your orgasm build up again. You let your body reach it high and clench around him tightly making Jake go a little bit a rough pace. One sharp snap of his hips and his dick paints you walls with his cum.
But he doesn't stop.
"Baby, It's my turn now".
Marc sets you body on the bed. He put your legs over his shoulder and starts to enter your cunt again. Then with the full force of his hips, he thrust into you all the way. He pounds into your cunt as you cry out at the sensations. It good in the way that it hits everything perfectly and you body shudders at each delicious thrust that come through your body.
Your legs tremble as his thrust and start to clench around him as your next orgasm leads your way. Your toes curls and you let out a cry as you feel your release unravel. Marc cums inside of you and you feel his familiar seed paint your walls again.
He does his usual routine and cleans you up and dresses you again in one of his shirts. A few minutes later, he calls for a pizza delivery and BAM! You two have nice cozy dinner.
Oh if you're wondering about your job. The boys got you covered, of course they paid people off and made up excuses about you absences.
All three of them need you in some way. To You, Stevan is like crazed fan, Marc is a obsessed man and Jake is possessive over you but this has not ever let your love for the three of them go away.
Such as the time he almost fought someone for simply touching you.
"Hey , watch who you touch next time." An angry Jake said as he sqaured up to a guy who started drunkenly flirting with you. He had put his hand on your shoulder and Jake has just come back from the bathroom. Now you were in between the two men, whining for Jake for to calm down and just take you home. He abliged and he fucked you for two hours thinking that was enough to get rid of that man's nasty touch.
"JAKE!" You cried out as his hips sharply shaped into yours. This was the fourth orgasm he has pulled out your body in those two hours.
"pequeño, no te preocupes que el toque del hombre se haya ido." Jake says in your ear so seductive. You pull him back into your embrace and whisper in his ear, "f-fuck me again, baby".
That's his que to ruin you again and so he does.
That's all for tonight, folks.
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roxineedstosleep · 1 year
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Yandere!Moonboys saying that they love you... after they scare the competence.
Marc: I love you babe
Darling: that's cute... if you were not punched tha cashier man.
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Steve: I love you my beloved
Darling: That's adorable Steven... but the next time do not make de mailman run again with your obsessive chitchat.
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Jake: I love you mi reina
Darling: Ironically, you were the most calm of the three... Who did you killed?
Jake: He saw your butt.
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atlasscrumpit · 8 months
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Moonknight Request!
If you're comfortable with it I'd like to read something with YanMoonDads kind of force-feeding the reader 🤍
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"Please, darling? You need more food, look at you darling." Steven coaxed you as he held up a fork with pasta on it.
"I had three bites like you asked!" You retorted as he sighed.
"I know, love. But, you need more. Your little body is growing and you need food." Steven said as you shook your head again.
"Sweetheart, you know what happens when you're like this. Jake gets angry and you end up in tears." He said as you sighed and looked away, you opened your mouth again and he smiled placing the food in your mouth.
"Good girl, thank you. Just three more bites, okay? You can do it, love." He whispered as he continued to feed you.
You eventually finished and groaned softly.
"Thank you, sweetheart. I know you feel full but we need to start feeding you more." He said as you nodded a little.
"I know it's scary now, but it'll get better."
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The next morning Jake wanted you to have more food but you knew you couldn't.
He sat across from you and smiled, but it wasn't a comforting smile.
"Now, mi amor. There's two options here, you be a good girl for your Papi or I'm going to drug you and shove a tube down your throat." He growled as you looked at him in fear.
"I just don't want to, it's too much." You whispered as he continued to stare at you.
"One more chance." He muttered in a threatening tone.
You looked at him before you quickly jumped up, you planned to run to your room and lock yourself in but Jake was a lot quicker and grabbed you.
"You can't say I didn't give you a chance." He growled before he forced you back on your seat.
He kept you there and grabbed a rope that was within reach and quickly tied your waist to the chair.
Knowing you couldn't escape he went and got more ropes to restrain your hands and legs.
"See? This is what bad girls get." He growled before he went to the fridge to grab something.
"I hate you so much!" You screamed as he as he came back with a syringe filled with a white liquid.
He grabbed your face with one hand and shoved the syringe down your throat, forcing you to swallow the liquid.
You choked and spattered by it all went down.
"W-What the hell was that?" You muttered as he smiled and brushed some hair out of your face.
"It's a nice little medicine that's going to make you feel tired for your Papi." He whispered as you felt tears in your eyes.
"You don't really hate us, darling. Would you rather I give you back to your family? The family that made you starve yourself? The family that you would cut your wrists for just to try and yet their attention?" He taunted as you began to cry.
"Hush now, my sweet girl. Let's get your tummy filled." she muttered as he grabbed some soup from the fridge and began heating it up. He wanted you to have something more sustainable but this was the only thing he could force down your throat while you were half conscious.
He came back and sat on the table while he pulled your chair close to him.
He gripped your hair and tilted your head back.
"Open." He demanded as you looked at him with tears running down your face.
You didn't want to fight anymore, so you obeyed him.
"There's a good girl."
He continued feeding you until the bowl was empty then gave you some water.
"Look at you, you're such a good girl." He commented as you looked up at him.
"It hurts." You whispered as he smiled and began to release you from your restraints.
"I know, darling." He whispered before he picked you up in his arms.
He brought you to the couch and got you to sit down before he sat beside you.
You rested against his shoulder and groaned.
"You'll feel tired for a while, mi amor. But, I'm here to take care of you. Just rest." He whispered, wrapping an arm around you.
You closed your eyes and relaxed on his shoulder, slowly drifting off to sleep.
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bamjio · 2 years
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𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰/ 𝐚 𝐇𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐧𝐢𝐚!𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭
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( Hypersomnia is a condition in which people have excessive daytime sleepiness )
⚠️: yandere behavior, possession/Jealousy, dissociative identity disorder(D.I.D), fluff, reader hates coffee (like me lmao) 
— Viewer discretion advised. 
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•   𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 is quite concerned for your health as you sleep 24/7. he knows you can’t help staying awake, and he prefers that you just sleep honestly 
•  he finds it very adorable when you doze off in his shoulder or anywhere that inquires your touch to his.
•  he really loves it when your hug his arms/bicep and rest your head into his shoulder while you both are exploring.
•  he may seem like a innocent sweet bear, to you. but you’re too oblivious to realize that he is the reason why your friends avoid you 
•  he always tells you to drink coffee to waken up your spirit, but you always refuse. coffee is just a big no for you.
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•    𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂 is really observant, that means he predicts when you’ll pass out, or rest. 
•  Marc hates it when you overwork yourself and refuse to sleep, your health matters than everything in the world
•  While he tries to stay away from Steven’s life, he can’t help but take over his body for you, 
•  sometimes most times he lets you sleep on him since he’s not much of a big fan of touching
•  but yet again, he hates it when you sleep with a another person aside from him, the next day the bitch is dead or missing (in his basement) 
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Apology if its short, its rushed. in doing this in the middle of my Test 💀 
thanks for reading my angels 💌💌.
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