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rafeandonlyrafe · 1 day

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bound and bruised

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warnings: 18+ only, NONCON!!!!, r*pe, male receiving oral, choking, p in v sex, unwilling sex, kidnapping, blacking out, loss of virginity, dead dove do not eat (PLEASE heed the warnings)

“stop fucking screaming.” rafe grunts out as you look up at him with tear stained cheeks.

“my knees!” you sob out. only moments ago rafe had shoved you down, bruising and scraping your knees against the rough flooring. you're sure they're going to be bruised by tomorrow.

“i don't care, bitch.” rafe says, gently slapping you on the cheek, more of a pat to get your attention back on him.

“you're being so mean.” you try to stand up, but rafes rough hand on your shoulder pushes you back down.

“stop trying to get away. you know you can't outrun me so you might as well just do as i say.”

“and what is it you want me to do?” you cross your arms as you glare up at rafe.

“easy.” he huffs out. “you're going to suck my dick.”

“your- your what?” you squeal, eyes widening when rafe reaches to his shorts, swiftly undoing the zipper and button, pulling the two sides of the flap open, but not pushing them down his hips yet.

“you heard me.” rafe smirks down at you, at the look on your face, one of confusion, verging on terror. “now im gonna take my dick out. and you're going to lick it.”

you try one more time to stand up, to flee and get away, but rafe is too strong, easily keeping you on your knees with one hand while the other frees himself from the confines of his clothes, kicking his shorts off before the underwear are also tugged down.

your eyes widen when you come face to face with rafes cock, hard and standing away from his body, much bigger than you could have imagined, but it fits his tall frame.

“i don't want to do this, rafe.” you whine. you've never sucked dick before, and you certainly don't want your first time to be with a guy you barely talk to.

“too bad. now lick it, it's for your own good.”

“what does that mean?” you question, but rafe doesn't respond, moving his hand to grip the hair at the back of your head as he pushes you forward.

your nose bumps his cock as you try to swivel your head out of the way, replaying rafes words in your head.

you stick your tongue out, taking a cautious lick against his length. you make a face, spitting onto the ground. “this is gross, rafe!”

“you have about five seconds to start licking before i just shove my whole cock down your throat. go.”

you know rafes threat isn't an idle one, so you push away the oddly salty taste as you begin to lick, focusing just on the mid shaft, ignoring the pulsing head of his cock for as long as you can.

“put it in your mouth, come on. you gotta get it real wet.” rafe encourages you.

“for what?”

“suck me first and then you'll find out.” rafe says, guiding your head to the head of his cock.

you part your lips, placing them around the head of his cock, feeling the weight against your tongue as you suck slightly, not sure what you're supposed to be doing.

“shit- that's good. just be careful for your teeth. if you bite me, you'll regret it.”

you have no plans of biting rafe as your tongue flicks over his slit, finding the taste slightly more bearable now that you've gotten used to it.

“that's it, good girl.” rafe says, even though the only reason you take more of his cock in your mouth is his hand pushing your head down.

“cover it in spit baby, you'll be grateful when i fuck you.”

your eyes widen and you try to pull off. no way you're letting rafe fuck you and losing your virginity like this.

“oh, no you don't.” rafe warns, pushing his hips forward to bury his cock down your throat as you gag aggressively around him, more tears pooling down your cheeks.

rafe pulls you off after a moment as you sputter, coughing aggressively to get the tickle out of your throat.

“get up. im gonna fuck you now.”

“no!” you squeal. you really should know better by now. should just lay back and let rafe do whatever he wishes, but you still fight him and try to get away.

rafe tugs you up by your hair, your scalp burning as he pushes you against the daybed, warm from the sun shining down on it, comfortable and soft in sharp contrast to how rafe is treating you.

“now let's see if you got my dick wet enough for this not to hurt.” rafe makes quick and easy work of your clothing, flipping the bottom of your dress up and literally tearing away your underwear as you cry out, skin burning from the fabric.

“it'll be better for you if you relax.” rafe says, spreading your legs open for him, looking down at both your holes as your ass spreads for him, but even he isn't going to take it that far as his cock presses against your pussy.

you're not wet in the slightest, and despite the spit, it still burns as rafe pushes inside as you cry out, gripping onto the daybed, grabbing a pillow and tossing it back at rafe, who easily swats it away.

“don't piss me off or i wont give you any time to adjust.” he warns.

you manage to relax slightly, enough for rafe to push all the way inside as he sits for a moment with his cock buried in your cunt, the virginity you were planning on losing on your wedding night now ripped away from you.

“shit, you're fucking tight.” rafe moans. “next time i fuck you ill get you wet too. i bet if i lick your pussy you'll get soaked for me.”,

“you're not gonna fuck me again.” you growl out.

“i will. i own you now. your pussy is mine, baby.” rafe makes his point by pulling out then pushing his cock in with a hard, punishing thrust.

your defiant words are lost on your tongue as he moves, thrusting into you with a tight hold on your hips, keeping your ass in the air.

rafes moans and growls are loud and unafraid of the neighbors hearing, like him fucking a girl on his back patio is a regular enough occurance for them to not look.

you try to keep breathing, try to keep your cunt relaxed as his cock pushes in and out, your wetness slowly increasing from the stimulation.

“you like this, huh?” rafe smirks, hands moving to grip your ass, leaving red marks from his fingers as he squeezes at your plump flesh.

“it-it feels good.” you admit with shame, red flaring over your cheeks. no point in lying when rafe can literally feel the way your body is responding.

“and i haven't even touched your clit yet.” rafe chuckles. “you'll gush, baby.”

despite his words, rafe makes no movement for your clit. right now isn't about your pleasure as he pulls your body back onto his cock to meet his already hard thrusts.

“don't… don't cum inside of me. please.” you plead out, chest rubbing against the daybed as he moves you, nipples hard even through the multiple layers of fabric and padded bra.

“where should i cum then?”

“anywhere. my ass, my mouth-”

“ill go for mouth. but get on birth control because im gonna flood your pussy next time.” rafe continues thrusting until you feel his cock swell inside of you.

he pulls out suddenly, flipping you over onto your back. you only have a second to take a quick breath before rafe is kneeling over you, shoving his cock between your lips as his hand strokes his base.

the second your lips close around his head, he's cumming, filling your mouth with the salty taste as you swallow it down, somehow seeming more pleasing than trying to spit it all out.

“that's a good girl.” rafe pats your cheek before turning to splay out next to you on the day bed as your chest heaves, pussy feeling stretched and sensitive.

“you wanna cum?” rafe asks. “i can rub your clit.”

“i don't want you to touch me ever again.” you say, adrenaline wearing off as tears form in your eyes once again.

“i wish you wouldn't say that type of thing, baby.” rafe frowns, reaching over to wrap his strong hand around your neck. your body flails as you try to hold onto the last bit of oxygen, but ultimately you give out, vision going black.

you wake up much later. you're not sure how long, but it's been multiple hours, your throat is dry from lack of water and rafe choking you until you blacked out.

“see what happens if you misbehave?” rafe asks as your head snaps to look at him, not even realizing he was in the room.

you look down at your wrist, handcuff wrapped around it, connected to a chain, which is secured to the very bed you're sitting on.

“now.” rafe smiles wickedly, moving to the edge of the bed. “about touching your clit…”

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kooberist · 1 day

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. . . . ⋆.˚ when i see you cry it makes me smile~ ♪ 𔓘

nerd!jungkook x crush!reader

non con, sadistic jk, crying, mentally ill jk? jimin being the devil on jks shoulder

His lips purred into a smile so wide that they parted and his eyes squinted, teeth showing. His smile was almost angelic, as if he held a secret that could brighten the darkest of days.

Your face did the opposite. Lips quivering as tears overflowed your waterline and made your eyelashes all soggy and your eyebrows all furrowed.

This was all going on at the same time. Jungkook was smiling because you were crying, something he found inexplicably joyful.

Why? Why did he find joy in your tears?

Jungkook's heart beated for you, and his lungs expanded just for you. He felt euphoric when he saw you, but all of it came to a halt like a cog was missing in a clock.

"Would you like to be friends?" Jungkook studied; he knew he wanted to be more, but this was a baby step in the right direction. A sour expression crept on your face as you heard his question. "no thanks." Your words cut through his heart like he was in a slasher movie, leaving him feeling rejected and hurt, but one more thing consumed him: hate.

Jungkook sat on his best friends' beds as he contemplated how to deal with this new emotion. "You want to fuck her, right?" Jimin asked with a smile. Jungkook shyly nodded, and that's when Jimin said what Jungkook secretly had in the back of his brain. "Then rape her." He stated that it was a simple task. With a little help from his friend, he found a light in the tunnel at the end, and that was revenge. He had no choice.

Browsing through the campus library, trying to scurry as the clock almost reached the closing hour and the dim place slowly got empty, nobody left except you and the young pink-haired person at the desk down on the bottom floor. Fastly looking through the big books in the empty, dark island, a boy in a big black hoodie tapped your shoulder.

"Would you like help?" His voice was soft and calm. You shear your head no and go back to searching and he felt like a genius as his prediction to your reaction was spot on

He tapped your clothed shoulder again, and when you turned around, his hand that was once on your shoulder flew to your neck in a tight grip.

He felt ecstatic as you gasped for air and your face shifted to fear and panic.

"Im sorry." He lifted you off your feet with ease while his free hand undid his belt in a swift motion along with your skirt, and your mind raced, desperately searching for a way to escape his grasp. The room seemed to spin as you struggled to break free, your heart pounding in your chest.

Pants dropping along with his boxers. He groans as he strokes his throbbing cock about twice before sticking it in your wet heat with a soft and quiet moan..

"Ah, fuck," he groans. Was he really losing his virginity to rape right now? He told himself it was your fault in low groans as he thrust in and out. Tears are now streaming down your face, and moans of pain are escaping your mouth loudly. His fat cock thrusting in and out as his legs shook and his forehead met his, and sweat beamed down his forehead. Pre-cum and slick juices mixed together, creating a slippery sensation. The room filled with a mix of desperation and pleasure as he continued to move with increasing intensity.

"help" You cried out in a raspy voice. The intensity of the situation weighed heavily on your mind as you desperately pleaded for help, hoping someone would hear your cries. Each passing moment felt like an eternity as you struggled to comprehend how this could be happening to you.

"Sorry," he said in repeated whispers, but when you started to ugly cry, his guilt flew right down to his dick, making him on the brink of orgasm. His legs are shaking due to the sound of your moan-ish cries.

The knot breaks the rope in your stomach as you cum all over his cock in an extremely loud cry. The sweet music in Jungkook's ears echos through the big library, and you grow limp in his hand. His hips speed up at an inhumane pace, and his cum fills up your womb as his eyes shutter and his hand lets go of your neck, causing your energy-less body to fall to the rough carpeted floor of the isle full of books.

His lips purred into a smile so wide that they parted and his eyes squinted, teeth showing. His smile was almost angelic, as if he held a secret that could brighten the darkest of days.

Your face did the opposite. Lips quivering as tears overflowed your waterline and made your eyelashes all soggy and your eyebrows all furrowed. Sitting in the chair of an office and trauma comes back as you retell the traumatic memory. Jungkook innocently smiles as he knows you are just crying at the memory of what he did while he peeks through the glass window of the dim office.

Maybe you will think twice about being an asshole next time.

©kooberist 2024

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cobwebs-in-autumn · 3 days

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Hush

Based on an ask I sent to @ceilidho

A bang. The smash of skin on glass as the grease ridden boy he grasped squealing like some dying pig, begging for his life, for help, pounding on your door pleadingly. Calling out “Please! Help me! PLEASE!” like any person in the world could save him from Ghost’s clutches. And even if they could, he was already a goner. The knife in his back coming out all the way only to slam back into the hilt just a few centimeters away. Then again, and again, and again. Ghost’s eyes on you the entire time, obliviously cleaning up your kitchen.

A sweet bunny, nibbling at the petals of some flower and never seeing the wolf creeping up behind you, jaw open and teeth bared. Ready to snatch up an easy kill.

Simon’s breathing picked up, blunt nails digging into the pale hip of the boy in front of him, carving deep crescent marks into his flesh and making it bleed, cock twitching to fullness against the admittedly plump ass of the other man.

He wondered if your ass felt as soft, as plush. How it would feel to slide his cock between your cheeks before prying them apart with blood covered hands and spitting on your winking hole. Would you beg for more? Or beg for him to stop?

Would you squeal and whine when he fucked that tight little hole the same way he was using his knife on this whimpering boy? His pace changed suddenly, harder thrusts being traded for something a bit slower, almost teasing. Imagining you sweaty and pliant beneath him, mouth wide open and practically begging for him to spit in it.

Good girl. Obedient girl. You’d be so good for him, wouldn’t you? Suck his blood stained fingers clean after a long day at work then spread your legs for him to fit himself between? You’d probably even enjoy being walked around on a leash like a dog, crawling after him with your tongue out and hips wiggling.

Good. Girl.

His fly dampened with his spend as he creamed his pants to the mental image, ducking his head and panting into the chestnut locks of the now cold body in front of him, eyes focused only on you.

#call of duty #cod #cobweb writes #cw: murder #cw: stalking #Dead dove #dead dove do not eat #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #Hush!Au

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thevirgincherry · 2 days

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SUBSTITUTE LOVER !

ft. jack krauser x fem!reader, jack krauser x leon s. kennedy

tags. p in v, daddy-daughter incest, internalised homophobia, referenced domestic abuse, use of the f slur im so sorry, some kreon, smut, a little voyeurism, blood at the end

note. commission for @d10nyx !!!! feeding people what they want :3 nyxie wyxie i hope this is good n i hope u enjoy it!!!!’ LUV U MWAH.. ignore any mistakes… my editing sucks 😓 goes back n forth between krauser n reader pov pretty fast n the smut is a little boring 😓 pretend bootcamp is like not super top secret !!! also idk how american military works so ignore my attempt at that

As a young girl, you understand love to be an unconditional, non-negotiable and non-refundable thing. It’s human nature to love, it is your god given right to love and for your father to deny you of the only thing your heart knows to do—It’s downright cruel.

He’s a military man and that comes with perks. You get to visit his platoon and get an eyeful of bulging quads and strong jaws and sweaty abs— That is the only perk now that you think about it. Oh, and that cute blond dude who still has all his hair. Duh. Otherwise he wouldn’t be blond. He’s a total babe and when he smiles, blinking at you with feline eyes as he watches quietly from behind his bangs, you find yourself keeling over to support the weight of your aching heart.

(Pussyache, heartache, it’s all the same to you.)

Whenever you ask your dad what’s so special about him, why’s he got such shiny hair? What shampoo does he use? Is it a medical condition, does he have to keep the hair? Does his head get cold or something? He goes all stiff like you’ve asked too much of him, which you never have, you ask for nothing but love.

Ever since your mother left—Well, no it’s not even that. He didn’t change when she left. Dad is the same ol’ dad you’ve had for years. Jack is Jack and your mother isn’t going to change that, she didn’t change that, so she left and never looked back. She left you ‘cause you’re Jack’s girl and nothing is going to change that. You carry a part of your father wherever you go and that would be unwelcome in her house. She told you over the phone that she no longer needed all that medication - it was just your father.

Oh, he’s not so bad. Jack keeps you fed and clothed and what else are you meant to expect from a dad? No dads love is adequate to the way you love them. Never has and never will be.

Still, he’s changed and that you’re sure of.

His temper is short, you’re well aware. You live with the guy, of course you know all about it. He flips out when the toilet lid isn’t closed, and when you give him a gentle reminder that you don’t carry the same junk he does down there, Jack gives you the cold shoulder. It’s all about gentle parenting with your dad, but the sulking has escalated into full blown temper tantrums and you don’t know where you’ve gone wrong.

Dad’s never gotten physical. Until he does. And now you don’t remember a time where he was ever kind. You’re beaten into a pulp by the hand that feeds you and you’re not quite sure where it all went wrong, what you’ve done to be on the receiving end of such intense resentment.

All you’ve ever known is a man devoted to anger, but he’s not violent. Your dad is not violent. He’s the one who picked you up when you toppled over, he taught you how to ride a bike and he put you on his shoulders to see the world from his point of view— And that is it really. Nothing more, nothing less.

You don’t have daddy issues so to say, more so it’s your father that has issues in general, and those issues are untouched by any flame, they burn brighter than tiger eyes. It seems that they’ve started to fracture, and now the only thing that brings him relief is his fist on your supple skin, a cathartic end to a hard fucking day.

Let’s get one thing straight - Jack Krauser is not a faggot. Jack had a wife and he fucked that wife in the marriage bed once and they never fucked again. You were conceived on the first try.

A faggot couldn’t do that.

It starts with Leon S. Kennedy. He’s wet behind the ears and wet in his pink mouth and pink hole. He stares at Jack like he’s seen something nice, then he looks away a moment later, unable to hold his gaze.

Jack Krauser isn’t gay. It just gets lonely out here. It gets hard to keep his men in line and nothing scares them more than dick. Jack Krauser is not gay—And when Kennedy’s tight little hole cranks him in like a wine cork, it means nothing. This is how you get through to insolent brats, it’s the only way, no other method has worked as well as this.

If Jack Krauser was gay he would lounge in the bunk with Kennedy, he would tenderly wipe the sweat from his blond brows and kiss him stupid. But he does none of that. Kennedy is sent to shower, limping as he goes.

(Not before Jack gives him a nice hard smack on his backside and tells him to Pack it up, Boy Scout. Not before Leon presses his nose into the hollows of his neck, his boyish beam is that of a cat that got the cream, sweat gleaming to highlight the shape of his collarbones.)

So yeah. Jack is straight, and he can prove it. He would be able to prove it but the only bitch for miles left him. There’s you. But that’s fucked up. Jack wouldn’t go there.

Then you start to ask questions about Kennedy. And of course it’s him, with the petal lips and tawny lashes that remind Jack of toffee drizzled on coffee cake, of course he caught your attention— Of course he did.

(Like father, like daughter.)

You prod and he snaps, icy eyes a frigid landscape as his gaze pierces you with bone-chilling intensity. You shift from foot to foot, toying with loose threads at the hemline of your frayed nightdress.

“Sorry, dad.” You look down at your feet, wiggle your toes against the kitchen tiles and get sent into the edge of the counter when Jack lands a solid hit on your cheek.

Why, he oughta use some of that military training on you. Not the dick. Not ‘cause he’s gay, but because you’re his daughter. Obviously.

Definitely not ‘cause he’s gay.

Jack could fuck you if he really wanted. You have some, uh, assets. Yeah, you have tits, those are interesting. You have an ass, that’s nice. Got a pussy, an extra bonus. All of those are things that Jack loves. Really, he does, and he doesn’t need to prove it to anyone.

Jack takes your chin in his crushing grip, tilts your head to the left and then to the right, you tremble and make yourself small, clutching at the counter behind like you intend to saw yourself in half so your top half can make a quick escape.

“Dad…” Your little hand wraps around his wrist, fingers barely touching as you try to get him off, shaken up by his sudden burst of violence. “I’m sorry.”

He grunts, releasing you from his hold and watching your body crumple in on itself. You cup your cheek to check for damage, pressing the pads of your fingers into your jaw with a groan.

It throbs with each pulse of Jack’s heart.

You think your dad has a crush on the rookie. It might be a stretch, but he never looked at your mom that way. It transcends love and turns into hatred and heat ‘cause your dad is incapable of producing any positive feelings towards anyone ever. You would know that better than anyone, you know him better than anyone, better than he knows himself.

His tongue runs along his white canines as he watches Kennedy hold a plank and man, he’s got it bad for the rookie. You don’t blame him - look at that form, at that ass. Dad has good taste, he gets it! Now that the two of you have found some common ground, maybe he’ll stop backhanding you into next year.

Kennedy’s given mercy by your oh-so gracious father and his body caves in, hitting the mud with a soft thump—He gets up ass first and you suck in a breath at the same time your dad lets one out. His hips raise and his hands find grip in the ground before he plants his feet, lifting his body despite the discomfort that tinges his muscles. Kennedy hobbles away and you love watching him leave. Dad must think the same ‘cause he reaches down to adjust his cargos. Gross.

You catch them in the showers a week later.

You got bored waiting around for him, okay? The showers were your main priority—Not to see this, but to catch some hunks mid scrub down and turn the place into a porn set. Life has a funny way of taking all your wants and twisting them into half-wants. Seeing Leon naked? Great, amazing, no notes. Seeing your father naked? Dear fucking lord, you need a bullet put through your brain stat.

They're giving each other a muscle massage or whatever. Code for the most tender groping you have ever seen in your life. Dad cradles the back of Leon’s head sweetly. Jesus, you don’t think you’ve ever used that word to describe him. Their lips brush and Kennedy is the one that pulls back, Jack’s head moves forward to chase them, settling with ghosting kisses along the soft skin of Leon’s neck, dotted in cocoa dust moles and a protruding Adam’s apple that gets the same delicate treatment. Along with a quick lick that draws a moan from the base of Leon’s throat.

You think you might be intruding on something more personal than sex. Holy fuck, you didn’t know your dad could do personal, you didn’t know he had the ability to love so ardently. To love at all. What a dick. You don’t know whether to look away or not.

Like, Leon is—He’s cute. You like when his feathery lashes dust his cheeks each time he closes his eyes, you like how his body, soft with baby fat, gives away to the roughness of your father’s touch. The flesh of his hips divots when Jack grips them. Your father presses his back to the cool shower wall, the buttery flesh of Leon’s ass moulds to the shape of his fingers when he tugs him close to his broad chest— Cute, he has back dimples. Jack slots his thumbs in them, and then he makes the mistake of lifting his eyes from Leon’s angel face.

The running water is not enough to stop him from spotting you, head poked into the shower room as you gape. For your sake, you dip out the door to make your exit and head back to the car, not sure on whether you should be traumatised or enlightened by the possibly harrowing image that’s burned into your retinas like the worst form of LASIK.

The ride home is silent. Dad is silent most of the time, he talks but not to you. There’s one thing to talk about, but you doubt either of you want to touch on that.

Jack lets you in first. The door clicks shut behind him and you’re both alone. He’s always alone with you. He’s never missed his wife until this very moment. Not out of love for her, but out of pure convenience. She would break up the silence, she would remind him that he is in fact attracted to women and what you saw back there was nothing. Hell, he could give you another sibling if you asked—He could do that.

In one try, like a real man.

He could get it up, he can get it up, he only gets it up for women. Kennedy is the closest thing to a girl, alright? That’s all there is. Wait till you find out about what they do in prison. Every guy at camp has had a turn with Kennedy—That’s just how it works. It’s not about being gay, it’s not— It’s just tradition, isn’t it? Picking on pretty boys like that, it’s the only way to get rid of all that pent up testosterone or whatever it is that swelters within Jack.

When you turn on your heels to leave for your bedroom, Jack calls your name. You freeze so fast it’s almost comical. Like you’re playing musical chairs.

“Yes, dad?” Your gaze is stuck to your white socks, the print of the floorboards is mighty interesting.

His brow dips and his scowl morphs into a pained smile that brings you more fear than comfort, his hand is heavy on your shoulder and Jack thinks this expression suits you well.

“You think you're smart?” Barging in like that, making assumptions that only women would make—You don’t get it. You’ll never get it.

“No, sir.” The chill that runs down your spine straightens it.

“On your knees, girl.” The way you’re looking at him—He hates it. You think you got him all figured out, putting him together like a puzzle, but you’re missing one piece—He’s not gay.

“No,” you say while doing as he says.

(Kennedy does that, cries out No! as the plush of his ass meets Jack’s thighs, as he fucks himself like a faggot on a dick that belongs to a man who once had a wife, a man with a daughter.)

“Dad, no—Daddy, I’m sorry, I didn’t even see anything.” You hang your head, pleading with the ground as Jack fishes his soft cock from his cargos, refusing to meet the tip with your eyes.

Your apology is lost to the softness of his dick, hanging huge and limp against his thigh like a deflated balloon. Fuck—No, no, it’s not because Jack is gay, it’s the daughter thing. You’re his daughter, and to get hard at the sight of your daughter would only ever elicit a prison sentence.

“Daddy,” you try again, cradling what you have with him close to your chest, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry—Please, daddy, I don’t—Dad.” You fail to plead your case, you fail to garner any interest from his cock. “If it’s about—I don’t like him, I don’t like Leon, dad, you can have him, he’s all yours I swear—Just don’t do this to me, daddy, please.”

Jack’s cock twitches at the mere mention of his name.

“What did I tell you ‘bout running that stupid mouth of yours, girl? Where are your fuckin’ manners?” He rubs the ruddy tip along the crease of your jutting lips, the bottom one trembles. “Thought I taught you well.”

“No… No, don’t do that, dad—God, no.” Your complaints are snuffed out by the fat dick that stuffs itself down your throat, half-hard and thick enough to be a choking hazard.

(It poses a threat to you, but not to Kennedy. Man can that kid suck cock, with a face like that he’s lucky he’s not begging for his life.)

You gag and Jack pinches your nose. If he had a son, he would’ve taught him to play ball. But he’s stuck with a daughter, and the most you can do is dig your nails into his thighs, mucusy spit hanging from your chin in stringy strands.

“You’re made for this,” Jack tells you, and he’s right. Biologically, those lips of yours have evolved to maximum pout to suck cock. They bear resemblance to Leon’s—The vein on the underside of his dick throbs. Jack’s jaw is offset as his teeth grind together, splintering into thin shards of bone. Not the fucking time to be thinking of the rookie and his floppy hair, softer than cotton beneath Jack’s fingers, the rookie who is shaven clean save the shadow that lines his lips, the rookie that sports hardened lines on his otherwise plush abdomen, pink skin leading to an even pinker dick—Holy shit, what’s wrong with him?

At this pace, Jack’s going to contact a fucking therapist—Have it out with his bitch wife. That’s exactly what it is. Sexual frustration he's not been able to take out on your mother.

His cock slips from your mouth, it rests heavy on your face, casts a shadow as you cower at the sheer size. “Dad…” You cough wetly, hacking up bile that you push back down with a pained gulp. “Daddy… Don’t do it to me, I’m sorry—I didn’t mean to look, dad, I’m not—I’m not mad at you.”

He scoffs, lifting you by the Peter Pan collar of your floral blouse—You look like a fucking Mormon. That pisses him off. Jack’s not a Mormon or a faggot, there are so many accusations in the air and it all rises to crescendo. You’re bent over the dining table, the fullness of your skirt is hoisted up to ruche around your waist in makeshift pleats and your white cotton panties are dangling around your ankles.

The lips of your puffy cunt cushion his dick and Jack starts to feel a little queasy. Not because—Not ‘cause of the pussy. It’s not that. It’s the daughter thing. Seriously—There’s no time to waste, Jack forces himself into your pussy before his dick folds in on itself. As he pistons himself in and out of your only partially wet cunt, it feels like nothing. Jack is numb.

Feels nothing, hears nothing—Sees nothing but him. The anger inside of him rises like a devastating wave, ready to engulf every skyscraper in its path. You end up being on the receiving end as you have been for as long as you’ve been alive—His very own punching bag. What else are kids for, huh?

Your stubborn pussy pushes him out, you dig your nails into the glazed wood of the table, clawing like they might find purchase in the grooves. Dad, dad, daddy, dad—It doesn’t work on him, you do nothing for him. When you cry, he doesn’t feel sad, and when your cunt clamps down on him, it brings him no pleasure.

A hand comes to rest on your back, forcing you into a sharp arch as Jack’s hips smack into yours at a bruising pace. Somewhere along the line, a very thin line that Jack snorts, it blurs—Your salty tears become the tang of Leon’s sweat, your hips become buttercream smooth in his grip, and your pussy—Your hole milks Jack for all he’s worth. The shroud has lifted from his shoulders and Jack feels weightless.

You lift your head, blood leaking from your nose, it congeals in fat lumps on your skin. “Daddy…” You sniffle, having had your head held down, grinding your bloody nose to a pulp against the smooth of the dinner table.

“Clean yourself up, girl.” Jack rolls his shoulders back, fists tightly balled by his side as he has proved nothing. Nothing at all. He’ll have to try again. No father of yours is a faggot. Can’t do that to his little girl.

(Excuse after fucking excuse.)

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diejager · 3 hours

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may i ask stalker!simon taking advantage of his sweetheart with a gun? 👀

Stalker!Simon, hmmmmm :)

Surprise Visit

Pairing: Stalker!Ghost x reader

Cw: DARKFIC, DUB-CON/NON-CON, stalking, gun, obsession, rough oral sex, blowjob, face fucking, tell me if I missed any. Wc: 1k

You’ve walked this path multiple times, every night and every morning, over and over again. You knew this path like the palm of your hand, having taken it all your life. Granted, you had changed street from time to time for a change of normalcy, but it was always the same block or side of the city you took to get to and fro work and home. You were comfortable with your little life, slightly bored by how inactive you were, but you wouldn’t trade it for any kind of trouble.

So it was a surprise - was it truly? You’d grown so comfortable that you stopped keeping your guard up - when you were toughly pushed into your apartment the moment your locked clicked open. You tumbled in, eyes widened and ready to scream out for help, when the man covered your mouth, pressing his weight on yours. You shook, fearfully breathing through your nose as the door closed behind you, your only escape blocked by a heavy mass over you, hand clamped around your cheeks and holding you down.

You hear him shush you, a deep, baritone voice that cooed at your teary eyes, his small praises at your frightful expression. His words dripped with adoration, a sickly and dark affection that made your skin crawl. You should have looked before opening your door. You should have been more caution in a world where both men and women prowled to attack one another, those disgusting and desperate ones that would do anything to get a taste. If he wanted money, you’d give it all to him, you valued your life more than—

“Stay quiet for me, love, ” he rasped, his hot breath hitting your ear, feeling your side before he slipped a hand under his jacket, “Behave, yeah?”

He pulled a gun, the dreadful click of the safety acting as a warning to you, a deterrent to stop you from acting out —from misbehaving. He cocked his gun rather than repeating his words and you nodded hastily, or as best as you could with his bruising grip on your face. He turned you around and peered down at you from his crooked nose, his dark chocolate eyes seemed almost black, a devouring pit that drew your eyes to his. Gun pointed at your head, he motioned you to your knees, kneeling between his spread legs, running his other hand through your mess of locks.

“Good girl, ” he groaned, pulling you to face his growing bulge, his cock tenting the seams of his pants. He ground against your lips, rutting your face with low huffs and pants, hissing when your nose nudged it, “Pull my cock out.”

You swallowed down your hesitance when you caught the red gleam in his eyes, shaky hands palming his jeans for the zipper, pulling his pants down his hips and watched the wet patch growing on his grey briefs. He grunted at your slow pace, impatiently pressing the muzzle to your temple and only loosening his hold on your hair when he cock bounced out, the heaviness of it making his length hang between his thighs.

“Suck.”

Having no choice, you licked your dried lips to ease your anxiety, wrapping them around his leaky tip and running your tongue over his slit, tasting the salty tang of his pre. Your stomach rolled in disgust, the threat of food and stomach acid running up your throat screaming louder in your mind. Willing yourself to finish this quickly, hoping he’d leave after you gave… gave him a blowjob, you sunk further down his length. Staring up at his masked face, locked between his legs with his skull-painted mask and dangerous eyes.

He was thick and veiny, the burn of it’s throb churning your stomach as you took in more and more until you almost choked. He huffed at your inability to take more than half of him, narrowing his eyes at the tears running down your cheeks when he abruptly thrust down your throat, head thrown back at your choke, throat swallowing around his twitching head.

“Fuck, ” a low moan slipped from his tongue, his hips moving back and forth, taking in your desperate cries and gagging while he took from you, “Always knew you had a hot mouth. Bloody tight.”

You could hardly breathe with the rough drive of his hips, ramming his cock so deeply that you could taste him on the back of your throat and in your guts. You could fight and struggle, but wouldn’t be able to stop him, to escape his treatment or run away when he had a hard grip on your head, a gun in his hand and blocked the door. All you could do was cry and take it, appease him in hopes that he wouldn’t kill you if he was satisfied.

And it seemed he was, taking such a liking to your tear-streaked face, swollen lips wrapped around the girth of his cock and nose buried in his messy bush while he took and took, bartering your throat until it’d bruised. He came down your throats with a few more thrusts, staring you down his nose while he slipped as deep as he could. You choked on his heady cum, roped spurting from the tip and filled your stomach with an uncomfortable amount, it was hot and bitter, and there were so, so much that it spilled from your lips, dripping down your chin and staining jeans.

You gasped when he pulled out, somewhat happy that you had swallowed his cum. You cough and sputtered, folded at his feet as you sobbed, babbling pleas to be let off now that you’d fulfilled his sick fantasy. He only crouched down, running his hands through your hair like he wanted to comfort you, tenderly petting you for the favour you did.

“You did good, love, ” he praised, a chuckle rumbling off his shoulder, proud and gleeful. He even put his gun away, “This stays between us, understood? You can keep our little secret, yeah, sweetheart?”

“Y-yes, ” you rasped, signing your soul away to the devil in a balaclava.

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1. 𝐿𝓊𝓍 𝐿𝒾𝒷𝑒𝓇𝓉𝒶𝓈 - A 'Lupus in Fabula' Oneshot

"Light and Liberty."

[23 years before the current events] When he's ten years old, Nikolai's ideology slowly begins to take shape and influence the way he views the world.

Starring: Nikolai Gogol

Words: 519

Author's note: This is the first of several oneshots for this AU, each one of them dealing with Nikolai's past instead of the present events.

It was going to rain soon.

The sun had long disappeared behind the dark wall of clouds inching closer, and the air was heavy and humid.

Nikolai wiped away the beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, only for new ones to seep through his pores.

His back was damp where he leaned against the tree behind him, but a soft breeze offered temporary relief from the suffocating heat, and Nikolai closed his eyes and imagined soaring high and freely along with the swallows flying in circles above him.

One of Nikolai’s hands found his braid, fidgeting with it.

By now, the piece of hair had gotten matted, and he ought to cut it off entirely, as any attempt to untangle it was probably going to be futile.

But he wanted to cherish it for the time being. His sister had braided it for him a while ago, similar to her own hairstyle, so they could match, and for everyone to know that they were two of a kind.

Nevertheless, their symbolized bond couldn’t withstand the influence that their parents had had on her.

She used to be the one spending hours lying on her back in the unmowed grass of the backyard, watching the birds and listening to their songs, sharing her enthusiasm with her little brother.

But not long ago, her priorities had taken a sharp turn, and Nikolai was left alone behind the imposing tree, day by day watching the shape of his sister’s silhouette gradually fade away where it had left behind an imprint in the tall grass.

Instead of imagining how it must feel to be one with the wind, to not be bound by gravity, she'd begun to obediently focus on what, according to their parents, really mattered in life.

As if overnight, her schedule was packed with more extracurriculars than Nikolai could keep track of, and the sole evidence that she was at home, was a ‘do not disturb’ sign on her door, which she only removed at night, when she finally took a break from studying.

Nikolai failed to comprehend how she was able to smile and humbly accept the praise she was showered with whenever her hard work had paid off again, like a dog that successfully performed the tricks he’d learned, eager to receive a treat from its master, only to do it all over again.

He had a feeling that, if he didn’t make sure to put up a lot of resistance, they were going to want to condition him just like his sister, and he’d end up being a well-trained pet like her, slowly forgetting what filled his life with meaning and adapting their ideas of a fulfilled life. One that his family could be proud of.

A ‘take a picture of it, frame it, and put it on the mantel’ kind of life.

Nikolai could feel his chest tighten as he spiraled deep into these thoughts. His skin felt sticky, and the humid air made it hard to breathe.

He looked up to the swallows above him, feeling as though their frantic chirping was meant to be a message just for him.

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Those Late Summer Nights | Chapter 5

Satoru Gojo × Fem!Reader × Suguru Geto

This is a dark yandere fic that features upsetting themes and it is canon divergent. Updated every Wednesday.

About:

You moved to Tokyo over the summer to take a teaching job. As you get settled in, you find yourself entangled in a toxic dynamic.

Chapter Summary:

Something about that platonic event didn’t feel so platonic to Suguru and now he has feelings that he can’t ignore.

Trigger warning:

Suguru continues to do things he shouldn’t. (Non-con unaware touching/asleep reader.)

Previous Chapter.

5. Touch.

You stayed in your bedroom just staring at the door, trying to level yourself in bed. Your vision was still slightly zigzagging, swaying from the drinks that you had prior as you were still discovering your limit. Thankfully, you didn’t drink enough to embarrass yourself in an event full of strangers, but unfortunately enough to cloud your judgement about certain things.

You could ignore some red flags for one, knowing fully well that you should have turned Suguru away from sleeping over when he crossed a pretty hefty boundary with you.

But he wasn’t trying anything, at least not yet. You continued to stare at the door, expecting him to come knock and try to forge some type of excuse to get into your bed, he never did. It was by then that you decided that it was a good time to go and brush your teeth.

You had some type of lingering feeling that he might have just been waiting for you to leave the room to make his move but by that point, you shook it off as being a little too paranoid. If he was quiet for the last hour or so, then surely he was asleep by now? Or at least you hoped.

A part of you tried to convince yourself to just skip washing up for tonight, but you didn’t like how the red wine clung to your teeth, making your mouth feel chalky and dry.

You stared at the door again that separated the two of you, convincing yourself that it was all actually fine. There was a lock on your room door and as long as you continued to drill in boundaries, then maybe he could forget about trying to be that type of friend with you.

It did leave you wondering if you accidentally led him on or something—but after a moment of consideration, you didn’t quite think so…?

Did he act so strange because he had something to drink at his family reunion? You tried to think back as your brain fogged; exhaustion and intoxication clouding your memory. No. You recalled that he did something similar on the way there too so it was more as though as he picked up where he left off on the way back.

You liked to think that you weren’t that oblivious when it came to those sorts of things. You understood fully well that sort of touch was far from being friendly and you should have scolded him at the time, but you didn’t. As a result, it left you feeling a little paranoid, wondering if something like this would be doomed to happen again.

Shoko was at least comfortable around him, though. Satoru as well. So maybe he was actually very calm and laid back and not as intense as he was making himself out—but that just left an even worse taste in your mouth.

It left you wondering if you were getting to know him in a different light and that made you feel uncomfortable.

After all, his reassurance that he ‘won’t do anything weird’ did very little to soothe you, but if you had to go back on your own claim to non-naïvety, then you still wanted to cling to something familiar, you still wanted to keep your friend even if what he did was wrong.

Was that contradictory of you?

Then again, it was just a one time thing, at least that’s what you kept telling yourself. He stopped himself when you told him to. Maybe now that he knew you didn’t want him back that way, that he would back off.

You battled such thoughts for a while, wondering just how far you were willing to go to hold onto a semblance of normalcy in your life. It was only just now after a lifetime of utter loneliness on your end that you were finally a part of something and you didn’t want to go of it too fast, too soon.

So for now at least, you were willing to continue keep wearing those rose tinted goggles.

As you continued to shake off those remaining festering feelings of uncertainty and doubt, you finally got out of bed and changed into your sleep clothes, still sporting that oversized t-shirt that Shoko insisted that you could keep along with some sweat shorts you brought in from home.

The accommodation halls by default weren’t fully pitch black to begin with, so you wouldn’t be bothering him by passing through. A low warm light illuminated the premises as it was usually students who lived here. As such, you could comfortably go back and forth without needing to rely on your phone to lead the way or by turning on the big light.

Suguru laid on the sofa in the meantime, feeling thankful that you didn’t spot him with his eyes half open as you passed him by. The lighting was dim enough that everything blended together and such things weren’t as easily noticed.

He watched as you walked right past him in complete silence, his eyes drawn to the way you walked as his hand continued to rest inside of his trousers; hidden away by the blanket that covered him.

He kept quiet during that time, not daring to say anything to you. In fact, he wanted for you to think that he was fast asleep, to not worry you for a moment longer.

So when you reached the bathroom without as much as a single peep, he knew that he got away with something he shouldn’t have once again.

You didn’t even think twice about anything that was actually going on as you lazily splashed water on your face and brushed your teeth.

Nor did you notice how his eyes continued to follow you back again as you walked by him a second time, feigning a cycle of controlled breathing into fooling you that he was actually asleep.

He just didn’t want you to be afraid of him, that was all. To lull you into a false comfort and security that yes, you could trust him—that yes, he would behave.

Suguru continued to lay there in silence as he lazily stroked himself, feeling a touch frustrated as you once again disappeared back into your room, hearing the click of the door locking. He decided earlier on that he wasn’t going to do anything, battling internally with himself, telling himself that keeping your friendship was more important especially when you seemed so sweet and kind.

But just that thought of you in the passenger seat, basking in the golden hour glow as it hit your body just right aroused thoughts he knew he shouldn’t be having. You looked so good, so tempting, his exact type—and it was just enough to awaken something else in him, a feeling that he didn’t know he had.

He sat up after a moment, motivated by some type of revelation, gulping down any sense of shame that otherwise held him back before. He lived here before on and off as a student, so he exactly how the house settled at night and where to step so that it sounded like regular creaking. He knew how to open up the doors to the dormitories even if they were locked from the inside too; just a little trick he picked up from sneaking out so often as a teen.

Conveniently enough for him, you were fast asleep by the time he let his curiosity get the best of him as he pushed the door open to where you slept. His eyes glossed over your body, spread out on the bed with nothing but a thin blanket covering you up.

He took a deep breath as he stared at you; the moonlight spilling inside from the window as your body bathed in an alluring light—cold blue beams illuminating your skin, casting a spell on him that prevented him from looking away, daring him to finish off what he started off in the car.

It was simple enough in his mind.

All he needed was to finish sampling a curiosity, that was all and then he wouldn’t bother you anymore.

Suguru then moved towards you, his footsteps slow and intentional as he tested the waters to see just how light or heavy of a sleeper you actually were.

His hand brushed against your thigh as he slipped beneath the blanket, resisting a more indulgent squeeze against your supple flesh that tempted him even further.

He didn’t go beyond your inner thighs, resisting a feel of your warmth, feeling a certain pull of radiating heat as he continued to explore—instead he bit his lip as he convinced himself to back off, at least for now.

He slipped his palms off to the sides of your thighs instead, feeling the pillowy skin that filled out your shorts. That alone was enough to settle a curiosity without crossing a major line, at least in his mind. Had you been aware though, then it would have been different.

To his continued comfort, he now determined that you were a heavy sleeper indeed, but he still decided that he wouldn’t go too far with you because he felt that it was wrong to do so, even if he was already doing it.

For now, he at least slipped his hands out of your shorts and played it all a little safer as his sights now settled onto your chest. He couldn’t end the night without a feel of it, of course. Instead of going too far this time though, he kept his hands over the fabric of your top; feeling your nipples poke through soft cotton as the blood in his body rushed elsewhere.

By that point, you began to stir a little prompting for him to quickly withdraw as his entire body froze. A subtle guilt flowed through him as he was likely about to be caught but as you settled into somehow even further sleep, that guilt then subsided and washed away.

He was still going to keep himself in check though, just for you.

As you turned around to your side, your body now faced him as he knelt on the floor. He kept his breathing low as a conflicting thought invaded his mind, not fully understanding why he couldn’t completely stay away from you.

Tempting a final move, he allowed himself to give into one last impulse before he would finally force himself to back away. It was surely risky though, but he couldn’t help but wonder how you smelled as he slowly lowered his face into the crook of your neck, feeling admittedly a little creepy as he did so—his own resolve spiralling as he surrendered to something intrusive.

But in doing so, he did conclude one thing: he liked the smell of you.

He liked you.

He sighed a big deep breath as he finally, albeit reluctantly pulled himself back and completely removed himself from your room, tinkering with the door outside to lock it back up again, erasing any suspicion from you when morning would come around.

He knew that he wasn’t going to just stop there though, already fully well understanding that you were going to get him into deep shit.

But he also simply did not care.

Maybe he wanted to get in trouble.

***

When the morning finally arrived, you felt a little tired. At least more so than usual as if you got a poor night’s sleep. You blamed it on both the stuffy room as well as the alcohol, but also the slight discomfort from yesterday.

Hopefully now that you both had slept it on it, you could bury that strange interaction in the past between the two of you forever.

Luckily for Suguru also, you didn’t seem to suspect a single thing otherwise. As far as you knew, you spent the night completely alone.

Untouched and unaware.

(But he knew.)

You took the dress that you wore last night and brought it over to the common area, folding it and placing it on the counter. You had the intention of washing it and then returning it to Shoko later on in the day.

Suguru seemed to be awake as well, looking freshly showered as he exited one of the rooms. His face was a little red as damp strands of his black hair stuck to his skin.

You stared at him for a moment, trying to remember if there were any communal showers in the halls. As far as you understood, the rooms were shared with an en-suite.

“I, uh, went to sleep in my old room,” Suguru said as he finally broke the silence, feeling a little called out from the accusatory stare, “I mean, I used to live here back in the day, so it felt right to just use my old room.”

“Right.” You replied as you nodded along, taking note that he was back to talking like his usual self and feeling thankful that he was doing so.

You decided that you were perfectly fine with erasing that encounter from the back of your mind as long as it was never brought up again—even if it did cross a major boundary.

Some small details did bother you though, even if they were subtle.

For one, all of the rooms in the accommodation were locked individually… so how did he get into his old room exactly? Also, didn’t he fall asleep on the sofa before? Was he not asleep when you went to go brush your teeth…?

“So… more laundry?” He asked you as he pulled you away from your troubled thoughts. His eyes were pointed on the dress on the counter, doing his best to shake off all of the thoughts he had of you wearing it again, even if the images were already burnt into his memory.

“Yeah, I mean… I thought I might as well return it to Shoko, she’s probably missing it.” You replied.

“I can do it otherwise,” he offered without skipping a beat, having a certain idea enter his mind—the scent of you must have been absorbed into the fabric by now, “it’s my own laundry day, I mean. Most of my clothes are dark anyway, so…”

“Oh. Yeah, I-I guess in that case, that could work.” You stammered, nodding along as you didn’t think anything strange about it.

“I’ll even take it back to her, so don’t worry about a thing.” He added.

A silence then brewed again after you nodded yet again but didn’t reply. This particular moment of mutual silence didn’t feel as awkward as before at least not like how it was yesterday, but there was something about it that felt less forgiving, as if a collective tension brewed.

It felt dangerous, almost.

“Right, well,” he said after a good while, softening his voice as he took a couple of steps to grab the dress, “uh, thanks for, going with me yesterday, you didn’t actually have to, but you did and I appreciate it.

Before you could respond with anything however, he was already halfway out of the door.

“Don’t mention it.” You quietly said to yourself instead, the door now closed as you were left alone.

Your eyes narrowed as you couldn’t help but feel something strange linger in the air, even with his presence now gone. Despite him no longer being there, that gnawing feeling of danger and even uncertainty persisted but you weren’t sure what was causing it exactly.

Was there something off about him today?

You couldn’t quite tell.

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cookie-crumblr · 18 hours

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i had such a violent and hot dream

GN!Reader x Ezra (bully yan OC)

MINORS DNI

CW: extreme violence against reader, reader has hair(not described just enough to grab), dacraphilia, non con oral on m, pet names (slut, good slut,), really short drabble, not proofread, basically suicidal ideation, noncon picture taking

They chased you into a corner, but you were hidden so well… or so you thought.

you feel a fist dig into your scalp…

“NO!!! Please!!!” You plead and shout, and struggle against his grasp but it’s no use.

He drags you out from from where you were, you’re kicking and screaming until he throws your body against a bookshelf so hard some of the contents fall around you.

You grab the books and throw them at him while trying to guard your face.

He’s unbuckling his belt and unzipping his fly. You throw punches until he stomps on your arm, your other flies to defend it! You wail out in pain, and he takes that opportunity to shove himself down your throat. Your arm burns.

“shhhhh~ take this dick like the good little slut you are, and be quiet already,” he grabs your head with both hands and fucks your throat.

He shoots his cum straight down your throat and your eyes empty once again.

You’ve got no fight left in you.

With his dick still stuffing your mouth he takes a pic with his phone of your tear and snot stained face.

He slaps your cheek before pulling out.

You fall to your side.

Just…

“What a good slut, finally learning your place.” He picks you up by the arm, your shoulder bending uncomfortably as he forces you to walk.

Kill me.

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Mermaid ( Seonghwa)

The waves were violently beating down causing the ship to dangerously sway.

The captain of the ship Seonghwa stood his ground regardless of the violent downpour of the storm ahead.

The dense storm clouds letting no light through causing everything around him to turn pitch black only occasionally being illuminated by thunder.

There was no way to sail around the storm the only way was to sail right through it.

The waves crashing creating a deafening sing song which only subdued to Seonghwas fervent commands to his crew.

He knew that it was a loosing battle but he couldn't give up without a fight.

You watched from afar as he did everything in his power to keep the ship afloat.

You had been warned about humans many times.

Every night your grandmother would tell you stories of how the brave merfolk were forced to go into hiding because of humans.

She told you of the greed of man and how they would kidnap mermaids to kill them and harvest their innards.

This being the first time seeing a human in the flesh you were intrigued and the human in front of you seemed so unyielding and strong willed.

You kept your distance and watched but you knew he could never win over the wrath of the sea and he was to ultimately die at the hands of the ocean.

You could save him but what was in it for you.

You watched as a huge wave engulfed the ship consuming it and everyone on board.

Startling you, against your better judgement you swim towards the wreck trying to save the man that had captured your attention.

Holding on to him as you battled the current pulling him out of the torrential grip of the sea.

Bringing him into cave nearby gently resting him onto a moss bed.

You watched as he coughed up water that been filling his lungs.

Desperately gasping for air.

You helped him to his side and watched his body relax as he began to inhale oxygen stinging his lungs bringing him back to life.

Despite being in immense pain he couldn't focus on anything but you until now. He was fixated on the contours of your beautiful face, the way your wet hair clung to your skin the way your tail glimmered in the dim moonlight illuminating the cave.

Why did you even help him.

Mermaids always despised humans even going as far as to cause shipwrecks but here you were staring at him with concern in your eyes.

Examining him to see if any of his wounds were fatal once you were sure that he would survive.

You swiftly jumped back into the water disappearing into the deep blue darkness of the ocean.

Leaving him stunned and alone once again.

He didn't even get to ask know his Angel's name and now you were gone.

As time passed he managed to regain a bit of his strength limping along the coast to find fishermen arriving from an early morning fishing trip waving them down.

For help.

They stared at him as if they had seen a ghost when he told them what happened.

He had told them everything except

One small very important detail "you".

They were surprised he was even alive let alone relatively unscathed.

They let him on the boat once the storm cleared taking him to the nearest port so he could go back home.

Once he was home he managed to buy a new ship.

Sailing as usual once again but he couldn't ever find peace as you tormented his thoughts.

At night he layed in bed eyes wide open thinking of you.

He knew it was unreasonable to even go seeking you but ye couldn't help it you had bewitched him.

He read every single book he could find on sea creatures of the depths ran over multiple navigation and migration paths to pinpoint your exact location.

It took him years and his search for you lead him to slowly spiral into madness a madness caused by obsession that he called love.

He stood letting the cool sea breeze ruffle his air as he stared into the darkness ahead of him when in the corner of his eye he could see a glint of a tail flip through the coast.

There was no doubt in his mind that it was you.

He instructed his men to rev down the engines and sail as quietly to the coast as they could.

He saw you look at him. He knew you recognized him.

You looked at him as if you were reunited with an old friend.

You wondered if he had come back to thank you for saving him.

As you watched his ship sail closer to you awaiting to be greeted by the brave sailor that you once admired.

Seonghwa couldn't care less.

Before you could run away from him once again.

The only thing you saw was a sudden flash of silver come from the sky above as he shot a harpoon sending it right through your tail.

Leaving you immobilized in pain as his men cast a net trapping you. Reeling you on board the ship.

Where you were face to face with him once again.

But this time it wasn't the sweet face of the boy you once saved that greeted you.

He no longer was that boy anymore.

There was no warmth left in his eyes.

There was only a sick sense of pride in his eyes as if he had just won a trophy.

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konigsblog · 2 days

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tw/cw; — rape/non-con, stalking. dd:dne. 18+

camgirl reader bumping into older, depraved, loser könig who has had his perverted and corrupted gaze on you for too long for it to be a healthy obsession.

constantly re-watching your content and waiting for your new uploads, always the first to comment and send you an insane and ridiculous amount of money.

he slobbers all over himself drunkenly while getting off, using a fleshlight on his hung, meaty cock, fantasising about your tight, velvety cunt around his swollen, hot dick.

könig will stalk you and pin you against the concrete wall in an alleyway, reeking of liquor and marijuana, far too drunk to string a coherent sentence together. könig will strip you bare while you protest, whimpering at his firm, tight grip, unable to keep his filthy, grimey hands from wandering.

fuck, he misses your uploads, but you're too traumatised to record anything, the memories coming back to you again and again, the feeling of being brutalised. perhaps he'll just have to sneak into your apartment and make his own videos with you, mäusi.

#orla speaks #tw: rape #tw: non con #tw stalking #dead dove fic #dead dove do not eat #konig x reader smut #konig x reader #konig x you #könig x you #könig x reader #könig cod #könig call of duty #konig cod #konig call of duty #könig #konig

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danishpastri · 2 days

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Life With The Goffards Chapter 10

A Derek Goffard x Male Reader Fanfic

BEWARE OF THE TAGS

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#TPOF #derek goffard #my art #my writing #fanfics #fanfic #dddne #dead dove do not eat #btd #boyfriend to death

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isafone · 2 days

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★ Isa, any pronouns. I do art, writing, edits; all kinds of cool stuff ;3. Been a fan of BTD since .. about 12 or 13. I LOVE Ren Hana and my friends (peewhores gc):D

★ Proshipper/selfshipper. Obsessed with Ren Hana from BTD.

★ I interact with: nsfw, darkfiction, dead dove, and anything else related to those topics

★ Everything is fiction, I do not do any of these actions irl, nor do i ‘condone’ these behaviors inflicted irl.

★ DNI: zoos, racists, transphobia, homophobia, bigotry.

#selfshipper #btd #boyfriendtodeath #renhana #proship #proship safe #darkship #dead dove do not eat #boyfriend to death #ren hana #self shipper

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yuujipaws · 26 days

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𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒, fetishes & turn ons . . . 𝐎𝐇 𝐌𝐘 .ᐟ

ᯓ★ synopsis 概要 : shorts on what i think some of the jjk mens kinks would be.

ᯓ★ featuring 特集 : gojo, geto, toji, sukuna.

「 minors do not interact 」

ᯓ★ word count 語数 : 893

ᯓ★ content warnings 警告 : afab! reader. oral (f), overstimulation, p in v, begging, teasing, praise & degrading, cockwarming, slight somnophilia, daddy kink, nippleplay, consensual non con.

GOJO . . . enjoys overstimulation, especially when it comes to giving you head. your clit is already sensitive to the touch, so much so that he cannot place a finger on your bare clit without you gasping and squirming, shooting sensations pulsing from that area. he has to rub you over your clitoral hood, so that there’s at least a soft, cushiony barrier between your most sensitive parts, and his roughened thumb; but when it comes to his mouth, it’s just heavenly. the way he laps you up, tongue peeking into your hole as deep as it will go, pushing in a finger as his mouth works on your clit, sucking and swirling. after a bit, you start to get overwhelmed, the sensations coming from your abdomen making you squirm almost out of his grip. “mmhnnn.” satoru shakes his head slightly, wrapping strong arms around your already shaking thighs. “please, no more, i can’t take it.” you plead with him, just before his mouth releases your clit with a wet and sloppy ‘pop’ before telling you, “you’ll take as much as i want you to. you’re mine.” viciously sucking at you until you’ve came, again and again.

GETO . . . likes cockwarming. sometimes it was while he was on the game, noticing you walking around the house in damn near nothing, whistling to get your attention. he would pull his shorts down just enough, motioning for you to come sit on his lap. of course you had no issue with this, discarding your panties to go sit on his lap, with his cock buried deep inside of you. sometimes you would wiggle around and earn a harsh slap to your ass, or what he could reach of it. other times he was thrusting into you after losing, or even winning a match. you didn’t mind, as long as he was giving you attention. sometimes cockwarmimg geto was a little different, like when he is tired and needy, snuggling with you in bed. he can feel your ass pressed against him, and whether you were trying or not, you made him hard. sometimes he will pull off his shorts, sticking the tip against you and if you’re wet enough, it slides right in. you can hear him hum softly, settling in, feeling the warmth of your walls, he wraps his arms around you to sleep for the night. once he wakes in the morning, and realizes his cock is still hard and inside of you, he fucks you awake.

TOJI . . . has a daddy kink, ironically. it started off as just a joke, him calling himself big daddy, or telling you he was your daddy; and at first, you didn’t know how to feel about it, but weeks of thinking, and possibly some subliminal conditioning from your lovely, perverted boyfriend had changed your mind. “do it, slut.” he was hovered over you, tip of his cock pressed against your slick hole, teasing, but only enough to have you frustrated and almost begging. he wouldn’t put it in until— “say it.” he demanded of you, hand coming up to grip your soft cheeks, keeping your focus on him. you wanted to, but it felt so foreign on your tongue, saying it when you were alone just to get a taste of the word in your mouth. “daddy?” you finally let it slip, your voice light and airy, the word coming out almost as if it were a question. “that’s it, good. say it again, like you mean it.” less demanding this time, but he still wouldn’t put it in until he was satisfied, and he could tell it was bothering you. the way you wiggled your hips and tried your best to push yourself down onto his cock, but it was useless in that position, lying on your back you were helpless beneath him. “daddy please.” this time it sounded better, more natural as the words just fell off of your tongue, begging him to finally wreck you; to which he did, until you were a crying and cumming mess.

SUKUNA . . . likes cnc. he rather enjoys watching you squirm and cry beneath him, begging for him to stop. you’ve already established a safeword, and he always confirms it before going into a scene; knowing that if that word fell from your lips, he would stop immediately. “baby, what’s your safeword?” he asks you, and once you respond he begins to push himself onto you, feeling up your thighs, squishing soft skin and pushing his rough fingers between the warmth of them. “please..” you whimper, knowing it turns him on to hear you beg. he ignores you, his free hand pulling your tank top down to reveal your chest and already budding nipples. with his head dipping down to put one in his mouth, his other hand worked his way up your thighs and right against your panties. “please, stop!” you protest, gasping at the feeling of his teeth, nipping and sucking before releasing their grip, his fingers down below pushing past the fabric of lace, plunging themselves into your sweet dripping hole. “you know you want this, that’s why you don’t fight me.” the man snickered at your obedience, the way your hole clenched around his fingers when he spoke. “relax, enjoy this.” he hums, pumping his fingers in and out until you’re begging for him to let you cum.

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