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snxxiao · 2 years

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pls help... i--- also the spacing is weird and I don’t know how to fix it >:<

discord mod! eren x twitch streamer! fem! reader x donator! armin

warnings: dubcon, manipulation, eren is kind of an incel, parasocial relationship with armin, toxic relationship with eren, eren is kind of the readers pimp, cussing, reader is called dumb a lot, webcam sex, fingering, m!masterbation, use of drugs (alcohol), singular mention of breeding and oral, bimbo! reader, overly trusting! reader, threesome (sort of), dom! eren, sub! reader, switch(?) armin, half edited, nothing too bad i dont think, please let me know if i missed anything!

dark content warning, pls be 18+ to read

Discord Moderator! Eren who found you when you first started streaming. He reached out first, of course, becoming one of the prominent voices in your chat. He found your personal socials, reaching out to you under the guise of helping you out with your account. He knew all the ins and outs that you simply weren’t aware of. He introduced you to discord, taught you how to set up your own server so you could interact with fans. He was such a gentleman too! Didn’t make you feel dumb at all when you were confused about something! He simply just helped you.

Or rather, maybe, he used your inexperience- your innocence against you.

Who could tell? You were too kind, looking past all of his weird remarks about your body. His creepy comments were probably just jokes anyway! This was probably just how friends talked to each other! You could trust him. You thought you could at least. Convinced yourself you could.

Of course, when you started to get more popular, and everything became too overwhelming he offered to become your moderator! He could help you with everything. You trusted him enough at that point either way. You were starting to feel like he was really your friend. It made you ecstatic! You could only imagine how hard it would be to make friends online, but you had Eren to help guide you the whole way. He was such a great guy.

You listened when he told you not to respond to the other streamers that reached out to you. They were just out for you, to use you. He would never use you. He cared about you. Of course he did.

He made you believe so, anyway, and that’s all that was really needed.

He had already caught the pretty little butterfly in his web, all he needed to do now was to make sure he was the only one to get to devour you for dinner. It was all you were really good for anyway, a cute little piece ass that was for him and him alone.

No one else.

Or so he thought, at least.

But that’s when something- someone decided to show up. Someone he wasn’t sure what to do with. He always knew what to do with people- you especially. How to get what he wanted out of them, but this guy... this guy was strange. Someone he could never understand. His ideals were too far out of reach for Eren’s scope of knowledge.

He had a boring name, just a bunch of letters and numbers. They tuned into your stream every night without fail. He never said anything in the chat, but his donations… they were… insane, really. Stream after stream it was hundreds, maybe thousands of dollars. The only times he actually said anything were to ask you about your personality, things you cared about, the occasional how was your day. Like he actually wanted to get to know you.

How could anyone actually give a shit about that?

Eren, your oh so loyal moderator, had no clue. As far as Eren was concerned you were only a pretty little doll for the world to look at. No one really gave a shit about anything other than how cute you were, how hot you looked on stream, how much your tits were out. As far as he was concerned your personality didn’t matter. It didn’t to him. So why did it to one random fucking simp in your chat?

One thing was clear to him though, he was going to milk this son of a bitch for all he was worth.

It started out simple, convincing you that having a private chat in your discord with the two of them just made sense! He was practically your sugar daddy; it would be helpful to get to know him better so he might donate to you more. When you told Eren that just felt icky to you, he brushed you off. Said that he knew better and to just trust him.

He couldn’t believe you were stupid enough to listen.

But then again, you were stupid enough to trust him already.

But maybe that’s why your fans loved you so much.

You were just plain dumb.

The conversations started simple enough… but eventually Eren moved to voice chatting, then private video game streams just for your top donator. All of course for a price. One that you didn’t know about. Behind the scenes Eren orchestrated everything. Your anonymous donator would send him money directly in order to have private chats with you, all while Eren pocketed everything behind the scenes.

When Eren first messaged Armin about the idea Armin was… nervous to say the least. He had never planned to get closer to you. He didn’t even really mean to find you! He was just bored after work one day, scrolling through his laptop when he found a link to one of your streams. It was pure curiosity and boredom that drove him to click it. The monotony of his daily life had been slowly wearing him down, but when you appeared on his screen so bright eyed and bushy tailed, he couldn’t help but become enamored.

Just your presence breathed the life back into him that he thought he had lost. He understood perfectly why so many people watched you. You were amazing. Too perfect for him, too perfect for this hellish world.

It wasn’t until he got drunk one night that he sent you his first donation. He was being pessimistic in the moment, existential about everything really. Why did anything matter, why were people so scared of death. So he asked you what your biggest fear was, the alcohol fueling his confidence in the moment. He remembered your answer like you just said it yesterday. He didn’t know how but through that one interaction made you made him feel like the only man that existed. The only one that truly mattered. Any depressing thoughts washed out of him just like that.

You had him hooked.

He had the money to spare, might as well spend it on something he cared about. Something that kept him happy. Something that kept him moving forward. The chats, the private streams, the donations had all been just so he could support you in the same way you had supported him. He didn’t mind.

That’s how he ended up in this situation. A message in his inbox asking if he wanted a private show. Webcams on both ends.

He was going to agree, he had to. It made him anxious to no end, but this was practically everything he could have wanted. The chance to talk to you face to face, to thank you for everything you’ve done for him. He knew he was slightly deluded to think anything would come from it, but he knew he just wanted to see you.

He would have to buy a nicer webcam. He wanted you to think well of him, even if it was just for a few minutes.

When the day finally came, he was a complete nervous wreck. He didn’t sleep at all the night before, but he tried to look his best. He wore one of his nice button downs and a pair of slacks. He got his hair done professionally and even wore cologne. He had no clue why; it wasn’t like you would actually see that much of him anyway. But alas, he sat by his laptop waiting for the call of his lifetime.

Yet, when it finally did connect, he was astonished- didn’t know what to think.

No one would if they were in the situation he was in.

Because there you were, sitting on who he could only presume to be your moderator, Eren’s lap in nothing but a sweater, your underwear, and thigh high socks. Your legs were spread wide as Eren slowly circled around your poor little clit with his fingers, eliciting the cutest little whimpers from you.

What was this? What was going on? What were you doing?

He gasped out your name, making your head turn towards the screen. Your face was flushed; you looked like a little bitch in heat, finger in your mouth trying to stop you from moaning. His pants quickly became much to tight; much too uncomfortable. He was shocked, nervous, had no clue what to do in the situation; but his eyes refused to leave the screen. This was something that could only happen in his dreams- literally.

He wasn’t processing things correctly, how could he be? He had no clue this was what the call was going to be like! This didn’t feel right, none of it did. But then he heard you moan. Your gorgeous little moan.

Suddenly things felt a lot more right.

Eren chuckled at your little display; it was cute. Both how you and Armin reacted. At least now Eren could prove to Armin, prove to the both of you that you were his to fuck. His to have, no one else’s. You were his whole to use as he pleased, and Armin would never have it. Poor little him, at least he would get a show out of it right?

It was time to get to the main event.

Soon he pushed your cute little pair of underwear to the side. It wasn’t even covering much at that point; your little cunt had already soaked most of it through. You were so sloppy, a lot more than Eren had expected. He that was okay, just meant it would be easier to fuck some sense into you. Maybe that was for another time.

You tried to shut your legs so the blonde couldn’t see; this was too embarrassing. When Eren first mentioned it to you he made it sound so pretty. Just a private little show for Armin, help you two get closer. You two could meet up so he could be in person to calm your nerves! He could give you rewards on camera for being good! But now that you saw what kind of show he was talking about… now… now you were unsure. You looked from the screen to Eren, for reassurance, for something, but alas, he just sighed and shook his head at you.

He was surprised you had any common sense at all.

Sure hadn’t seemed like it.

He easily spread your legs open again without sending a glance to you, not like you deserved his attention anyway and began to pull your underwear down your legs. You whined at him, used your arms to push against his hands but he held you back with one of his own. You were far too weak to actually do anything. Eren knew it. Soon your legs were spread once again, your dripping cunt on full display.

“C’mon pretty girl… Don’t be bad for me… Let him see you, yeah? All of you…” He mumbled, leaving wet kisses along your neck. “you don’t want to be bad, do you? You want this just as much as he does… Look at yourself…”

And that was really all you needed for him to convince you that it was okay. You trusted him, he would never, could never lead you astray. Plus, the way he kissed you felt so nice… he could make you feel nice. And Armin did deserve it… he did so much for you… he was your biggest fan. That deserved… something right? That was what Eren always told you anyway.

Eren had always made it too hard for you to think anyway.

His fingers slowly found your clit once again, the electric shock of the direct contact ran through your entire system. Your skin felt like it was being set ablaze in the cool crimson sky from a simple touch alone.

Being with someone like this, it was better than you ever could have expected. The fact was set in stone when your eyes met Armin’s crystal blue ones. The look on his face- it drove you completely crazy. Made your head go fuzzy. His flushed cheeks, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down, the look of pure bliss in his eyes all convinced you beyond reasonable doubt that this was more then okay. Better than okay, really.

Eren stared down at you with a bored expression; you were so easy. Such a silly little bimbo. He really couldn’t believe you were so easily bent to his will this whole time. It would be so much fun when he finally turned you into his fuck hole. But patience was a virtue. He knew all the waiting would be worth it in due time.

When he finally thrusted one of his fingers into your wet little hole, he was sure of it. Your walls clamped around his finger as you threw your head back, moaning out his name. You looked prettier than you ever had before. He knew this is what you were built for.

He would prove it to you soon enough.

Armin really couldn’t handle it anymore. It would be okay. It would be okay, right? He really didn’t care. He might not have another chance like this. He needed to engrain it in his brain forever. At that point he felt absolutely no shame in pulling down his pants, letting his cock spring free. His hand wrapped around it almost immediately, trying to imagine he was the one in that room with you. That he was the one making you feel so good.

That he was the one to make your eyes roll back, your nails to dig into his thighs instead of Erens’. That you could be his for real, and not just in his head. When you looked at him, saw what he was doing and weren’t grossed out he melted inside. You were okay with this; you were okay with him.

More than okay with, honestly. The sight of his beautiful cock in his hand, pumping up and down it had you drooling. You wished he was there. You wished you could suck it and make him feel good too, but right now you couldn’t. Eren must’ve taken note that your interest had moved to the screen, rather then on him. Where it should be.

He wanted it back.

First a second finger, then a third were thrust into without concern, giving you absolutely no time to adjust to the intrusion. Your brain went blank again, getting lost in the pleasure of him. Him.

Only him.

The knot in your stomach began to coil as his fingers sped up, his thumb finding your clit once again. If Eren thought you were sloppy before, you could only imagine what he was thinking now. You couldn’t think though. Couldn’t think past wanting his dick inside of you, breeding you so full of him. Maybe he would let Armin be there too, filling your mouth up so well. You would swallow for him like a good girl. You just knew you would.

But alas, Eren wouldn’t be so kind to give you that. Not for a long time anyway. Not until you devoted yourself to him and only him.

Your daydream was cut short when Eren finally hit that gummy spot inside you, the one that made your toes curl and your blood pressure rise. You knew you wouldn’t make it for very long, that coil was so so tight, you knew it was only a matter of time before it snapped. You wanted to tell him, you really did, but your whimpers, your moans, and every little cussword between made it almost impossible to. All you could do was look up at him with tears in your eyes, begging him to just let you. Lucky for you, Eren could tell. He was almost proud of you for being able to hold on as long as you did.

“Go ahead pretty… just let it all out for me yeah? Show Armin just what he’s doing to you. He won't mind. Be my dirty little slut yeah?”

Finally, you let go. Letting that euphoric bliss wash over you in waves. Your eyes saw stars and you trembled in Eren’s tight grip. You swear that you had never felt better than you had in that moment. You never wanted it to end. Maybe if you were lucky, it wouldn’t.

As Armin watched you come undone, he swore it was the most beautiful sight in the world. Too beautiful, maybe. Beautiful enough to lead him into his own orgasmic bliss, shooting thick ropes of his cum onto his hand. He wished it was on your face, in your mouth, anywhere else really. He just wished he could be with you.

Eren sat there watching. Waiting. He saw the both of you panting, worn out from everything that just occurred. It was all going exactly according to his plan. Maybe next time Eren would let Armin watch as he took your virginity. If he paid the right price, of course.

Slowly, Armin began to recover. A lot faster than you. He wasn’t sure what to say or to do. He was still a tab bit lost in everything that just happened. He didn’t really know what to think. He searched the screen for the right answer, but only saw Eren smirking, your hand starting to palm him over his pants. Begging for more. Armin hoped he would get to see more too. He wanted to imagine it was him. Not Eren.

“I—” Armin started to say, hoping to break the ice, but was cut off with Eren directing his attention to him. Armin couldn’t comprehend how utterly small a look alone could make him feel. But he finally understood what a deer in the headlights felt like.

Eren wanted to laugh, he really did at how pathetic Armin was. But that would have been dumb. So all he did was smile. Smile and then…

Click.

You were gone.

next time... at least there was hope.

navi

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snxxiao · 3 years

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♡ kinktober 2021 - day 2 - gun play ♡

pairing: levi x f! reader

warnings: noncon, guns, psychological torture (?), abuse of power, deprivation of senses, gun play, penetration with foreign (spoiler: it’s a gun) object, bondage?, roulette, suicidal thoughts for like a second, mentions of death, uhhh gaslighting…?, degradation, it’s pretty fucked up, probably more that I missed yay!

dark content warning - pls be 18+ to read

Why did he take you of all people? What did you have that he wanted so bad? You didn’t get it, you really didn’t. You were just an average citizen at an average military rally inside the Krolva district. Watching on as the troops tried to coerce the young children into joining them. You and him had only made eye contact for a few brief seconds at most! Afterwards you just went home like nothing had happened, preparing your families small bakery for the next day like always.

But the next day you were ripped from your bed without knowing why. The troops said you were a traitor, that you were now under the arrest on captain Levi’s orders. It made no sense, none of it did. You cried as they dragged you to the underground jails, still not having the slightest clue of what was happening. You weren’t a traitor! You had never even left the Krolva district! You had never even seen Levi before yesterday!

But there you were, sitting in a rickety wooden chair, hands tied behind your back and a blindfold covering your eyes. It was horrifying; your senses taken away from you without the slightest care in the world. Only your ears were giving you a clue to what was going on around you.

You heard someone step forward, now stranding right in front of you. You were shaking, was this when you were going to be killed? Without even knowing what you did wrong?

No, what was going to happen was far worse.

“Who are you working for.” The voice ran clear as day to be Levi’s. You quickly shook your head in response.

“I-I don’t work for a-“ Your voice was cut off with a slap echoing in the torch lit room. It stung- he was stronger than he looked.

“We both know that’s a lie.” He spoke as he gently cupped your face with one of his hands. An ounce of tenderness for a mile of pain.

His thumb shoved up to push the blindfold up, so it was now only covering one eye. He was too rough. Far rougher than anything you had ever experienced at least.

But at least now you could see- even if it came with the pressure of his hand squeezing your face. His face was as cold as ice as he stared at you. But it wasn’t he face that scared you, nor the fact no one else was down there- not at all.

It was the revolver in his other hand.

You froze. You were going to die; this was going to be the death of you. You’d never get to see your mother and father again. Never get to get married, have kids, have a family. None of it. You’d never get to take over as the owner of the bakery. Never get to feed the stray dogs again. This was it- it was over.

“Now I’ll ask again. Who do you work for.” You were too scared to respond, your whole body was already shaking. You still had no clue what he was talking about- but apparently you were going to pay for whatever it was with your life.

He only sighed, seemed disappointed in you. He pulled his hand away from your cheek and you braced once again for impact- yet nothing came.

“I was really hoping you’d co-operate. I didn’t want to get my hands dirty.” He sighed, opening the cylinder, and slotting a single bullet inside. What the hell was he doing? Why the hell was he doing it? Soon enough your questions were answered. He spun it and aimed it directly for your head.

He wanted to play a game of roulette where you were the only target.

“W-wait! Please! Don’t do this! I didn’t do anything! Please” You began to beg, tears once again beginning to form, “I-I- “

And then there was that deafening click that you swore rang through the entire prison. It didn’t kill you. You were still alive. You were thankful, so very thankful. But you didn’t know if this was a reward or not. It wouldn’t end quickly. And this apparently pleased the man.

For normally having such a cold, condescending face, a smirk resting on it was surely an oddity. If circumstances were different, maybe you would’ve found him handsome. But unfortunately they weren’t.

He stepped closer to you, squatting down to eye level, and placing the gun right under your chin. He forced your head upwards- almost painfully so. And stared at you with what you could only describe as desolate amusement.

“We both know that’s not true.” He scoffed, “C’mon, you don’t want to keep playing a game of luck, do you?” No, you didn’t. Obviously, you didn’t. But you didn’t have anything to confess to. You hadn’t done anything wrong.

“B-but I-“

“Try again.” He forced your head farther upwards.

“I-I didn’t do-“ He rolled his eyes at your stuttering and pulled the trigger once more, letting off another click that made you feel as if your heart was going to stop. You didn’t know why this was happening. What was going on. Maybe it would just be easier to confess to whatever he thought you did? Then maybe he wouldn’t draw out your suffering.

“1 in 4. Really want to take that chance?” Your form was terrified, shaking a crying but all you could do was shake your head. You couldn’t fight back. Even if you weren’t restrained you wouldn’t be able to put up any sort of fight against humanities strongest.

Your heart was pounding.

“Then I suggest you start talking.” He told you, the gun still pressed against your jaw. You decide then and there to confess to whatever he was talking about. Maybe if he was any sort of decent man you’d end up in the courts- have some sort of fair trial. Anything was better then this. Even if it meant he would kill you on the spot.

You open your mouth to speak but before you could get any sound out the barrel of the gun was shoved right in. It hit the back of your throat, making you gag around it. It felt so heavy in your mouth- the metal taste clear and apparent.

You didn’t know what to do, how to respond. You couldn’t pull away. He was really going to do this. You couldn’t breathe. It was too much. You wished your body would have just let you pass out, but it wouldn’t. It was going to make you live through this, and feel every second of his hand on the trigger.

You thought he wanted you to talk- but it was clear now that that wasn’t what he wanted at all. What the fuck did he want then?

He smiled. He actually smiled. He found amusement in your terror. Found something fun in your tremors, your tears, your mind spinning. He found all of it fun.

“Don’t wanna talk huh?” He wasn’t even hiding it anymore, “Guess you want to keep going then.” He said as he slowly pulled the trigger.

You closed your eyes tightly. You felt it. You felt all of it. Every second of his finger squeezing the trigger. Every millimeter it moved down to your certain demise. You didn’t want to die. You really didn’t. Your heart hammered into your chest, and you swore you could hear your own blood pumping in your ears. You started sobbing. Your body was so tense you didn’t know how you could’ve even been relaxed before. You waited and you felt everything. Until finally…

Click.

You were still alive. You didn’t know how but you were still alive.

But that meant this torture was going to continue.

You slowly opened your eyes to see him staring at the gun. He almost looked disappointed in it. Did he really want you dead? Probably. That was the only answer you could find in that little head of yours. He hated you for whatever reason. Probably did this to all the people who made eye contact with him. You were just unlucky.

As he pulled the gun out of your mouth your body slowly became a bit less tense. Anything was better then having that thing in your mouth. You knew that to be true.

Well. That’s what you thought.

“1 in 3.” He said to himself, before glancing back over at you with the same cold expression he had when he first walked into the cell, “this is getting boring.”

Boring. He said boring. Your terror was boring.

“I guess I’ll have to find a way to make it more fun then.” He mumbled.

The next thing you knew your chair was being kicked back, head slammed against the concrete of the floor. Your ears began to ring from the force, and you looked around to try and gage your surroundings. He had forced the chair- with you still tied down to it, onto the floor.

You were too tired to think. Your mental state in tatters after the last pull of the trigger. You just wanted to know what he was going to do now.

Lucky for you, Levi wasn't a patient man. He didn’t make you wait long to figure it out.

He pushed your night dress up to your waist. Your underwear was the next to go. Your brain could hardly keep up with it. You wanted to ask why he was doing this. You thought he wanted to kill you. But you just couldn’t find the strength to do so.

Was this what he wanted? For you to be too weak to do anything back? For your brain to be too fried to understand a single thing going on? That was the most logical conclusion, but once again your poor head had turned off.

All you knew is that something was touching you down there, something that wasn’t scary. Something that was gentle. You let out a quiet whine and Levi chuckled at your sorry state. He slowly circled his thumb around your clit, watching your cute little reactions that could have only come from a fucked-up brain.

It was almost cute.

Before you knew it, something had thrusted into you. It felt- strange, to say the least. But it felt good. The stretch burned, but you could handle it. You slowly tried to move your hips against it to gain more pleasure. Your brain completely blanking on the events that just happened to you. All you knew now is that what this man did felt good; that you needed more of it to get rid of all the bad thoughts that had run rampant through your head. Forgot all about who was doing it to you; let your other head take over for a minute.

You basked in the feeling. Let the sparks of pleasure wash over you and take care of you oh so gently. You didn't try to hide your voice as you let the feeling take over you. Your stomach started to coil in response to the pleasure.

When he pulled his thumb away from your clit you looked up at him, the realization of what was happening setting in like a train. That’s right. You were a prisoner; you were being forced to play a game of roulette. The main who was doing this to you was a captain of the scouts.

It was then that you realized what was inside of you- it was the revolver. The same one that had shot at your head 3 times.

1 in 3.

Suddenly, Levi picked up its pace, thrusting into your cute little hole even faster. You involuntarily arched your back and moaned. No, it shouldn’t feel good. This was horrifying, you shouldn’t be feeling good. This wasn’t normal. You shouldn’t be feeling anything from this.

But you couldn’t keep the sounds in. It felt good and it was terrifying. Both facts were true. He only smirked at your reaction. He could read your face like a book.

“How could you get so wet from something like this? Disgusting.” He was right. You were disgusting. You should be ashamed. The sounds eliciting from your cute little cunt was proof of that enough.

“Maybe I should just blow a hole in it. What do you think? Would be a way to go.” He remarked, lacing his finger with the trigger once again.

You froze, eyes filling up with tears again.

“N-No! Please don’t! please!”

He sighed, “It’s not like you’re much use alive anyway.” He sped up the gun, making it hit that sweet spot inside you on every thrust of it, “ill count for you this time, yeah? My bets that the bullets in the fifth chamber. Let’s see if I’m right.” You shook you head quickly, trying to get away from him. Him counting or not didn’t make a difference in whether you lived or died.

“Pl-please! I’ll do anything!” You begged. But he only continued thrusting the gun into your quivering cunt. You hated it, but it still felt good. Your slick was evidence of that enough. The coil in your stomach began to tighten and you didn’t know why. You hate this. You should’ve hated this. He had been torturing you, you should be terrified, but for some reason you just couldn't get your head straight.

“Three.” He spoke, quickening his pace. You moaned but kept trying to urge him away. Both wanted more and wanting it all to end.

“Two.” It was horrifying have him count. You didn’t know whether you preferred to know or not. But your cunt knew it didn’t want it to end. You felt like you were so close- so close to feeling euphoria. So close to falling off the edge and landing in heaven- in more ways than one.

“Please, please! Captain don’t do this!”

“One.” As he said it, your body took over. You clamped down on the revolver, toes curling, and head being thrown back as you came. The sensation washed over you like a waterfall but what drew you back to reality was the sound you had come to both love and hate.

Click.

That’s when the shame hit. You slowly looked up to see Levi smirking down at you, slowly pulling the gun out of your worn-out hole. How could you cum to the threat of him killing you? How could you cum with a gun inside of you? How could you cum because of him?

But he didn’t care about any of that. All he cared about was if he was correct in his guess.

“Let’s see if I’m right then.” He said as he aimed at the wall- the gun still covered in your slick. Without hesitating he shot at the wall and Bang.

If you thought the click was defending, a real shot was worse. Way worse. You flinched in fear, but you weren’t dead. You were alive. He almost killed you. If he was off by even one, you’d be dead. But he was right. You would have to keep living in this prison.

He nodded and placed the gun back into it's holster, “Let’s see if you want to talk tomorrow then.” He said to himself as he turned to leave the room, not even correcting your chair. Not even attempting to make you look less defiled.

You were just left there to bask in your own shame. Sit in your own thoughts and suffer.

He knew you didn’t do anything- he knew all along. But you were just so cute he couldn’t seem to pull himself away. He wanted something excited. Something to break and build back up. And you were the perfect option for him.

He was a captain- no one would ever question his orders. Just imprison the girl and he would handle the rest. No one would care about what he did to a prisoner. You would be all his. First will come the breaking down- something he was already successful in today. And next will come the rebuilding of your husk.

You will be perfect for him. His perfect traitor to keep for himself.

navi | kinktober 2021

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